Aubree Groove didn't particularly care to know what went through their minds as she looked at them tossing their guns aside and sinking down before her.
"Guns in your hands can be weapons of murder, but in the hands of the police, they are tools of protection. Do you understand the distinction?"
A moment of contemplation followed Aubree's words.
The police are the bearers of justice, while they are incarnations of the devil.
At that moment, a man in the crowd went berserk, the sores covering his bare arm were extremely obvious.
Despair flooded everyone's gaze.
It seemed they had lost the chance to repent and start new lives.
Aubree briskly approached and easily subdued the frenzied man. She took a black pill from her pocket and shoved it down his throat, then applied pressure to his chest. The man quickly calmed down, opened his eyes devoid of the previous bewilderment, and bowed down to Aubree.
Everyone finally realized the truth: she indeed had an antidote.
