Chapter Three: A Wedding in the Clouds

“Zhou Baichuan, twelve years ago your stolen materials brought down Riverside Apartments and killed forty-seven people. Confess, or this ballroom falls from the sky.” Charges had been fixed to the curtain wall's structural locks. If the glass detached, the pressure would pull hundreds of people into open air. Security rushed the control room and met hidden gunfire. Lin Wan fired back. At 11:08, the first lock exploded. The blast threw her toward the broken wall. The photograph was becoming real. Lu Chen dived, stuck one palm to the floor, and hooked her belt with his foot. They hung above the city. A second bomb flashed twelve meters away, with nothing between them. “Let me go and disarm it!” Lin Wan shouted.