Atlas crouched low, gesturing for the remaining security team to form a protective perimeter around the cowering executives.
"The shots came from the east-facing building," Atlas announced, his voice steady amid the chaos. "Approximately third or fourth floor, judging by the bullet trajectory."
Aaron stared at him with newfound respect. "How can you possibly know that?"
"Experience." Atlas's reply was clipped as he crawled toward the shattered windows, staying below the line of sight. He peered carefully over the windowsill, his enhanced vision zooming in on the building across the street. "I can see movement. He's still there."
Mr. Zhao spoke rapidly in Mandarin to his colleagues, their faces ashen with fear.
"We must leave immediately," Mr. Zhao stated, his composure remarkable des
