A girl, covered in wounds, ran with difficulty.
More than a dozen people dressed as civilians were chasing her from behind.
The girl understood that it was merely their disguise.
They were vicious wolves in sheep's clothing.
They devoured people whole, bones and all.
Although the wounds on her body constantly tore at her pain receptors as she ran, she could not simply surrender.
Because she carried the hopes of many people on her back.
She did not know how far she had run before she finally saw the red flag standing at the entrance of a building ahead.
It was Zhonghua Family's diplomatic office in Jianpu Nation.
It was not that she had not gone to the Hong Kong and Macau District's office in Jianpu Nation, but no one had paid attention to her. They had merely brushed her off and told them to seek a resolution from the relevant Jianpu Nation departments.
Yet one of her sisters had gone to Jianpu Nation's security bureau and never returned.
What that meant went without saying.
At the time, they had fallen into despair. There had not been a single glimmer of light on the road ahead.
But when they looked at the red flag and national emblem on their passports, their confidence was rekindled.
They still had someone to rely on. Their motherland would not abandon them.
The armed police guards standing watch at the entrance noticed her as well and hurried forward to see what was happening.
Seeing this, the dozen or so "civilians" behind the girl retreated one after another, no longer daring to pursue her.
As she watched those familiar, reassuring soldiers in camouflage running toward her, the girl finally could not hold on any longer. She collapsed and fainted.
Yet a relieved smile appeared on her