Osenia was already soaked through.
She had been running in the storm for a long time. Even though she wore a raincoat, her slender figure seemed as if the wind could blow her away at any moment amidst the heavy rain and strong winds.
More than once, her subordinates had hoped she would return inside the building, but she had refused them all.
"You'd do better to do something useful than waste time persuading me," she said.
And that was what she did.
In theory, once all the work arrangements at the food distribution points were in place and the attack on the food convoy had been resolved, there should be no significant problems as long as the plan was executed step by step.
At most, they had to worry about public security.
Over the past few days due to war and unrest, many of the residents of the outer city of Revival City had fallen into starvation.