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A volley of shots rang out. A fiery hammer slammed into Lee\u2019s abdomen. He coughed, going straight down. His vision blurred, his chest burned, wet heat squirted out of the wound. He saw the Songbird turn and run. He raised the Nambu and fired.<\/p>\n
Missed.<\/p>\n
She pointed her weapon over her shoulder and squeezed off a couple of rounds. A bullet slapped the sidewalk next to Lee’s face. Flinching, Lee pointed at her and pressed the trigger.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
No more ammo.<\/p>\n
The woman tottered over to her car. Swearing, Lee released the empty gun and tried to get up. But his torso ignited in firestorm of pain and forced him down.<\/p>\n
“Hey…”<\/p>\n
Lee looked to his right. Wong was on his back, trying to plug a hole in his throat with his left hand. With his right, he held out his Colt.<\/p>\n
\u201cTake\u2026\u201d Wong whispered.<\/p>\n
Lee reached out. Grabbed the weapon. Propped himself up.<\/p>\n
Ouyang was rounding the bonnet of her car, going for the driver’s seat. In the dim glow of the streetlight he could just about see her face framed in the car window.<\/p>\n
He aimed. Almost shouted a warning. Then he remembered that he wasn\u2019t a cop anymore, and this was Shanghai.<\/p>\n
He fired. Again and again and again, the muzzle flash stealing his sight and the sharp flat report robbing his hearing. He fired and fired and fired until the Colt went dry.<\/p>\n
He squinted, trying see past the purple spots in his sight. The window glass had been shattered. No sign of the Songbird. Grunting, he pushed himself up, pushing past the pain in his torso, and shuffled to the car.<\/p>\n
She lay spread-eagle on the road, a dark pool blooming from her head. She was beautiful, once, before glass shrapnel shredded her face. She was still breathing, barely, and in the darkness he couldn’t see her wound. If any. He kicked the pistol out of her hand. A wet gurgle escaped her mouth, overcome by a torrent of blood. She looked at him, parted her lips, exhaled, and died.<\/p>\n
The last of Lee\u2019s strength bled dry. The Colt slipped from his hand and bounced off the road. He dropped to his ass, dimly aware of his hands and feet rapidly going cold. Every breath filled him with pain. He held his hand to his wound, trying and failing to hold back the surge of blood.<\/p>\n
In the distance, police whistles blew. The police was finally, finally, coming, certain now that they wouldn\u2019t be wandering into the middle of a gangland gunfight. In his blurring vision, he thought he saw a squad of uniformed policemen running down the road.<\/p>\n
Who were they? Japanese? Chinese? Or\u2014<\/p>\n
\u201cShanghai Municipal Police!\u201d a cop yelled.<\/p>\n
In English.<\/p>\n
Lee smiled.<\/p>\n
When Lee was capable of conscious thought, it was daylight. He squinted against the morning sun streaming in through the window. He was lying on a stiff mattress, covered in a plain white sheet. His abs ached, but not as much as when he\u2019d been shot.<\/p>\n
He hazarded a look around. He was in a twelve-man ward. A quarter of the beds were empty. The other bed was filled with hard men with harder eyes. Tattoos of dragons, gods and Buddhas covered their arms and necks and faces. Some of them chatted with each other amicably, while the others studiously ignored everyone else.<\/p>\n
A nurse looked up from her desk. Smiling, she strode over to Lee.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re awake,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
Lee nodded. \u201cWhere am I?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShanghai General Hospital.\u201d She consulted her clipboard. \u201cYou were admitted about six hours ago, and underwent emergency surgery for a gunshot wound to the abdomen. You seem to be doing well. The doctor will give you a more detailed diagnosis when he makes his rounds.\u201d<\/p>\n
As the nurse examined him, Lee spotted a quintet of men strolling into the room. Four men protecting a fifth. The other patients straightened and called out greetings to the last man, or pointedly looked away and said nothing. The nurse glanced at him and continued working in silence, taking a couple of minutes longer than necessary.<\/p>\n
Finally, the nurse retreated to her desk. The newcomers approached Lee\u2019s bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr Lee,\u201d Tang said. \u201cNot dead yet, I see.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMr Tang,\u201d Lee said. \u201cI\u2019d shake your hand, but I\u2019ve been advised to remain lying on my back.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tang smiled mirthlessly. \u201cI heard what happened last night. It wasn\u2019t an ideal outcome, but the situation was resolved. Thank you for your hard work.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t mention it. Have you seen Sergeant Wong?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard he\u2019s three doors down. With the rest of his police friends.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shanghai was a dangerous place for police. Hospitals were supposed to be neutral ground, but there was too much blood spilt on too many streets for the police to rely on the honour of thieves.<\/p>\n
\u201cI appreciate you coming to visit me,\u201d Lee said.<\/p>\n
Tang shrugged. \u201cI had business here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAh. So, what happens next?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMr Lee, you did us a great service. You need not worry about your medical fees. And, we will double the fee Ms Ouyang promised you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is generous of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is nothing. Incidentally, my group is always looking for good men\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Lee laughed. Once. Then the pain in his belly forced him to stop.<\/p>\n
Tang chuckled. \u201cYou\u2019re not a policeman any more, Mr Lee. If the Japanese dogs learn what you did, you\u2019ll need protection.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll consider your offer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sure you will.\u201d<\/p>\n
The gangsters left as suddenly as they had come. Lee shifted around on his bed, making himself comfortable.<\/p>\n
The Dragon Head was right. Someday there might be a reckoning with the Japanese. Someday the police or the triads might turn on him. Someday, he might find that there was no room in Shanghai for a mixed-blood man mixed up in crime and espionage.<\/p>\n
But for now, he could rest.<\/p>\n
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