In a dim room, Rachel was awakened by a splash of cold water.
To her horror, she found herself tied to a chair.
Before her stood several strangers she had never seen before. They were all armed and wearing bulletproof vests.
There was also a man who was clearly a doctor. He wore a white coat and was treating an injured person.
That crazy woman had fired a shot before she died. It had hit the leg, just missing the bulletproof vest.
Rachel quickly remembered what had happened earlier.
She and her adoptive mother had been hiding in a room. They had just finished telling Kara they were safe when someone knocked on the door.
Her adoptive mother had been cautious and had taken her pistol before opening it.
But even so, the moment she opened the door, these people shot her without hesitation and then rushed inside.
Rachel had been terrified. She was about to "lose control."
But these people seemed to know her very well. Before the energy inside her could erupt, she was knocked unconscious.
"Who are you?!"
Remembering that her adoptive mother had been killed, Rachel was overcome with pain and let out a roar.
"Don't worry. We're not here to hurt you."
The doctor rushed over and pinned Rachel down. When he saw her eyes turn black, he cried out in alarm, "Don't you want to meet your biological mother?"
"Did she send you?"
Rachel returned to normal and asked excitedly.
Children like her, who had been abandoned from a young age, often became fixated on their biological parents.
She wanted to demand an answer: Why didn't you want me?
"No."
The doctor shook his head. "She has a serious mental illness, just like you, and needs treatment at our facility."
"Don't worry. We'll cure