"Your cooperation with the Enmat Harbor police seems quite close?"
Her injured right hand had already been wrapped in bandages. Watching faint traces of blood gradually seep through the pristine gauze, Angel could not help but ask.
The person who had treated her wound earlier was a doctor brought by the police. Strictly adhering to the principle of "see nothing you shouldn't see, ask nothing you shouldn't ask," the doctor carefully finished treating her injury before hurrying away.
The other dozen or so police officers had also left the warehouse earlier. Under Andrew's command, they were cleaning up the aftermath while contacting the police force.
They efficiently cleared the scene, tying up the warehouse guards who had been put to sleep by the Nightmare and then awakened by the intruding police, before escorting them away. More than twenty half-starved, ragged would-be slaves were also rescued from underground.
Having been imprisoned in the warehouse for so long, they had long since lost hope of escaping alive. Now, seeing daylight again and feeling the night sea breeze, some of them burst into tears on the spot.
Looking at the results of her efforts, Angel felt that the wound on her hand did not hurt as much anymore.
"You saw it too. We're severely understaffed, while Enmat Harbor has far too many transients and Beyonders with ill intentions. Even slightly larger operations require support from Nighthawks in several cities. Without close cooperation with the local police, we can barely accomplish anything."
"It's not just us. The Machinery Hivemind is the same. Of course, the Church of Storms has a stronger presence in Enmat Harbor. They have more personnel than we do, and even enough to spare for deployment at sea."
Under the side effects of Goddess's Gaze, Clement looked exhausted. Yet he still