The government troops had encircled the entire square, catching the terrorists in a tight spot. The terrorists either were shot dead on the spot or were quickly subdued by the police.
The panic-stricken civilians from before, aside from their cries of relief, immediately began searching around the square for their injured relatives and friends.
There were many injured people lying on the square, some with unseeing eyes even in death, some moaning and struggling in pain, and some had maintained a protective posture over their loved ones until their last moment.
Ning Xia looked around and had to admit that she was extremely lucky.
If the government troops had been even a step slower, she would have ended up just like these people, a lost soul under the terrorists' blades.
"Ning Xia, Ning Xia!" Su Zaozao rushed over in just a few steps, grabbed her, and looked her up and down anxiously, "Are you all right? Are you hurt?"
