The Black Market Put a Price on Me

Their wrists were fitted with pulse rings clearly designed to suppress abnormal abilities. "Bring him in alive," Leon said. "Don't damage the specimen." Noah rushed out just as the first attack landed. A steel whip laced with electricity swept toward him. He tried to dodge, but in his vision the whip was no longer a single line. It was a stack of overlapping tremors. He ducked hard, and the whip screamed over his head and ripped a billboard apart behind him. Another man lunged from the left, a short blade in hand. It wasn't sharp that made the weapon dangerous. The handle was pulsing with a low-frequency rhythm. Noah raised his arm to block, and then heard a sharp whine.