The squeaking of monkeys echoed in her ears. A black shadow flashed past, followed by a barrage of fiery arrows and the sound of bullets piercing the air, flying straight toward her face. A silenced pistol—except for Conan, this was the first time she had ever encountered one in a game.
Liǔ Cháoquè dropped into a deep duck-and-dodge, evading that disfiguring blow. Since a shootout was on, she gave a casual wave of her hand: wasn't this remarkably convenient?
Her rifle spat out a sheet of flame. There were no bullets, yet the fire shot out a great distance. The moment the flames touched human flesh, they ignited, impossible to extinguish no matter how frantically one beat at them. In the end, it burned the targets down to white-boiled chickens.
Chapter 36