simultaneously.
Sarah Kim tried to fight, actually managed to land a kick to Zhou Yuxi's shin despite the handcuffs. It made no difference. The knife found her throat a heartbeat later.
The federal agents finally began firing, but by then it was chaos, prisoners running despite handcuffs, agents trying to reach Zhou Yuxi, blood making the floor treacherous. Shots went wide, hitting walls and equipment. One round shattered a window. Another embedded itself in a ceiling tile.
Andrew Liu, Patricia Wong, Michael Zhang, their deaths blurred together in a sequence of violence that was impossible to follow in real-time, each throat opened with surgical precision, each body falling to add to the growing collection of corpses.
Gregory Tan, the last one, had accepted his death from the moment the cutting began. He closed his eyes when Zhou Yuxi reached him, almost peaceful. The knife granted him release, and he fell quietly, almost gently, into the blood of his co-conspirators.
