July, the sun blazed down.
Inside the forest, trees crisscrossed each other, leaves lush and abundant, the scorching sunlight sprinkled through gaps, casting dappled circles of light on the thriving Grassland.
Half-past ten in the morning.
Behind the trees that blocked the view, two parties faced each other.
The weather was unbearably hot. The atmosphere, tense as drawn swords.
On one side were six SWAT officers and one female soldier, and on the other was a drug trafficker with a pregnant woman.
The two sides were only about ten meters apart.
The drug trafficker held Dagger to the pregnant woman's neck, his other hand gripping her shoulder tightly, his show of strength barely concealing his fear.
The pregnant woman seemed to be in labor, sweating profusely with pain, not even having time to feel afraid, her face twisted in agony.
"Ah... save me..."
The pregnant woman cried out in a panic, her voice piercing through with the rawness of her pain.
