After live ammunition was fired, their suspicions were confirmed.
"Yesterday at three in the afternoon, SWAT forces eliminated a drug cartel, but two runners escaped with the drugs, holding a hostage—a pregnant woman on the verge of labor, confirmed to be a difficult birth. If she isn't rescued in time for surgery, she could be in danger of losing her life at any moment. Now the SWAT has requested the assistance of four of our snipers to help them in the search."
The night was pitch black, with only a few street lamps lit along the road, illuminating the scenery near the dormitory. But the light was dim, and everything seemed to be veiled in a thin mist, indistinct.
Ella Pemberton put aside her usual gentleness, her expression one of seriousness and calm.
And her voice, slowly and authoritatively, ensured that each word could be clearly heard by them.
"Us?"
After hearing everything, Jessie Grain was surprised, disbelief painted across her brows and eyes.
