“The automatic rifle fire was followed by an unnerving whistle at Ti’s
ear. He gripped the shopping bags, grabbed Lo Ling’s arm and pulled her
into a sprint. Together they made for the alleys with the rest of the
crowd.He could not believe it – the troops were shooting again. His shock
endured even as a line of wet red spattered up his shirtsleeve. A man
spun and fell. Any thought of helping was gone before it was fully
considered. The pulpy mess was soon out of sight.