In a moment of distraction, Qu Tong failed to react in time. A cold gun barrel pressed against her forehead, and her neck felt the constriction of a force, her surroundings locked down by an invisible pressure.
It was spiritual power.
Spiritual power no weaker than S-rank.
"Don't make a sound, otherwise..." the man's voice behind her was hoarse and rushed.
Sweat mingled with the thick scent of blood made her involuntarily furrow her brows, and she lightly nodded her head, complying with the man's intention.
Her special ability quietly seeped through the opponent's Spirit Barrier, and she soon detected the source of the blood scent.
A bullet had pierced through the protective gear at her thigh, and the wound appeared to have been left untreated, with the bullet still inside, which, luckily, was slowing the bleeding.
Several people in the middle of the street had been surrounded by arriving special forces, retreating slowly towards this shaded area.
