Bab 50: Rescue

Owain City District, Police Headquarters.

It was a six-story building.

"Something has happened!"

Looking at the monitor screen, a police officer shouted.

She was a police officer of the Mold Country's Special Task Force.

Her name was Sona.

Her hair was of a different shade of bluish violet.

It was also in the shape of a wave and casually draped over his shoulder.

As the voice faded, many eyes looked at her.

In the originally quiet police station, it seemed to be starting to get lively.

The middle-aged police chief, Fritz, also received the news.

"John's fourth target is the vice president of the Owain Chamber of Commerce, Stansen." Sona pointed at the surveillance screen.

It was monitoring what Stansen was going through.

The ordinary-looking middle-aged man in the grayish-white coat looked in the direction where Sona was pointing.

At the side, veteran officer Victor also leaned back to observe.