Dozens of people were crowded together in the warehouse.
Many children, women, and a few exhausted men.
Their condition was heartbreaking.
Many of the children looked weak from hunger, their small bodies covered in dirt. Several women were trying to comfort them, though they themselves looked barely able to stand.
Some of the victims were crying out of joy and relief.
Song Jinyu clenched her fists.
Her anger toward the criminals rose sharply.
As she listened carefully, she realised many of the hostages were murmuring the same thing.
They were thanking someone and praying for that person's safety.
She walked over to a boy who looked about twelve years old. Compared to the others, he seemed slightly healthier.
She knelt down so her gaze was level with his.
"Who are you thanking, kid?" she asked gently.
The boy looked up at her, tears still streaming down his face.
"Sister Police… it was the angel!"
"She saved us!"
Song Jinyu blinked in surprise.
'The angel?'
