The magazine emptied. The world, filled with a dense, pungent cloud of gunpowder smoke, seemed to fall silent.
CLICK.
When Chen Shan saw that his Browning had only killed insignificant henchmen and not one of Ma Yunhai's seven companions, his world shattered. The small, empty pistol slipped from his grasp and clattered to the ground.
WEE-OO! WEE-OO!
At the same moment, the wail of approaching police sirens cut through the air.
Seeing the gun fall, one of the pampered scions who had narrowly escaped death shoved aside the corpse he had used as a shield. He scrambled to his feet, his face pale and his body trembling, and pointed a shaking finger at Chen Shan. "You dog, Chen! You motherfucker, you actually tried to kill us? Fine! That's just fine! I'll show you what a real player from Beijing is capable of!"
