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Kowloon, Hong Kong
As the triads scuttled like cockroaches out of the walls, Lim pinned an arm against Mo and held him flat to the wall.
She unloaded a clip, scoring a direct hit on a target at the end of the corridor. He fell to the carpet, spilling gun and guts alike, whimpering in pain.
Mo threatened to faint. Lim switched stolen pistols and dragged him onward.
A remaining triad popped out from his hiding place, but she was already squeezing the trigger.
As he collapsed on top of his wounded friend with a hole in his neck, Lim turned to see a triad exit one of the love nest rooms. With bare feet and an untucked shirt, he wrestled with the safety on his weapon. As Lim moved towards him, he took aim. She beat his hand away with the flat of her palm, only for him to return the fav
