Jin placed the bag back over Reece’s head and snapped an order in Mandarin. “Time to get out of that jumpsuit, Mr. Reece. We want you at your most vulnerable.” Reece could hear the guards begin to converge on his position. One of them wrapped the bag tighter across his face and violently yanked it back. A second later the room erupted into chaos. Reece heard the far door slam into the wall, then shouting in Mandarin, followed by the unmistakable sound of suppressed gunfire.
