Chapter 1021
Upon entering the hospital, Mira Mercer and her team quickly knocked out a group of doctors, stripped them of their white lab coats, and pulled the garments on over their own clothes.
Unlike the actual staff, Mira’s team had identical ink marks on both of their sleeves.
This was their agreed-upon signal to identify their own people.
With the lab coats acting as perfect camouflage, they used the sounds of fighting in the distance as cover and swiftly reached the main gates, seamlessly blending in with the crowd.
The hostages there were of various ethnicities, both men and women, and it was impossible to tell their ages just by looking at their haggard faces.
The only similarity was that their hands were bound together, and their ankles were shackled with a thick iron chain, likely to prevent them from making a run for it.
They all wore identical hospital gowns with identifying numbers stamped on the front and back.
Mira guessed that they had already lost their names; as mere tools for organ harvesting, those numbers were the only thing distinguishing them from one another.
Moreover, the expressions on their faces were almost uniformly vacant and hollow, lacking any trace of life, as if they were walking corpses who had surrendered to a grim fate.
A small minority still had a flicker of fear in their eyes, likely because they had been recently captured and hadn’t yet lost their human emotional responses.
Though the process sounded tedious, Mira actually just swept her gaze over the area before casually tossing a handful of knockout powder indiscriminately over the crowd.
Whether it was the doctors guarding them from behind or the so-called “patients.” Under the fast-acting sedative’s effects, those people immediately grew drowsy and, unable to keep themselves upright, collapsed to the floor one after another.
Mira swiftly separated the hostages from the guards in lab coats, then handed the hostages an antidote, moving them to a secure location and assigning someone to watch over them.
Some soldiers wanted to execute the guards right then and there, but Owen Lance stopped them. “Disarm them and lock them up somewhere else p>
Because those people might not all be villains. For instance, Boss’s son had been forced to work as an orderly, as was the housekeeper’s son p>
Once everything was over, they would need to conduct proper interrogations to determine what to do with them.
Then, the team rushed toward another set of doors.
The entire process took ten minutes at most.
Only then did a flicker of genuine emotion appear on the faces of some of the hostages. But it was still the minority; most remained vacant and hollow. “Mira! You’re Mira p>
Just as Mira turned around, a voice rang out from the group of victims.
She looked back but didn’t recognize the face.
“Mira, I’ve seen you on TV p>
It was an emaciated man. It was hard to guess his age, but his eyes were shining with overwhelming relief.
“Are you Mavarian? Were you kidnapped p>
Mira asked.
The man nodded, then shook his head. “Lam Mavarian. I wasn’t
kidnapped… was tricked in
coming here. t
My coworker sold me out p>
The man furrowed his brow, seemingly caught in agonizing memories.
“Oh, we can talk about it when there’s more time. I need to go save the others p>
“Oh, right, thank you so much for saving me. I’ll never forget you as long as I live p>
As he spoke, the man choked back a sob, practically collapsing as his heavy chains hindered his movements.
Mira quickly reached out to steady him, offering a reassuring pat before she hurried away.
Next, Mira and the team repeated the same tactic, rescuing the hostages held at another gate.
At that moment, Harvey and Natalie Rivers hurried over to join them. “How did you find this place p>
Mira asked.
The battle was highly dangerous, and she hadn’t wanted to drag too
many people into it. That was wet
she hadn’t told the siblings when she slipped out earlier that night.
“That was pretty cold of you, Mira. Leaving without even saying a word p>
Harvey said, his expression dark.