As the absolute center of the Alliance, Giantwood Tower had security forces patrolling even late at night.
There were machine-gun bunkers on the street corners, too.
At the sight, Stelle's cheerful mood grew heavy.
Jokes were jokes, but they couldn't actually let Chu Mu and Herta have a baby.
They still had to rescue them!
But from the looks of things, the rescue had just become far more difficult!
When they reached the stop, it was deserted in the late-night quiet.
March 7th was surprised to spot a familiar face:
"Number Seven!"
Number Seven, who was waiting for a bus, hurriedly turned when she heard someone call her and froze in shock.
March 7th jogged over and said with a smile:
"Number Seven, long time no see! What brings you to Giantwood City?"
Number Seven recovered and replied awkwardly:
"I-I came to Giantwood City to take care of something."
Before March 7th could speak, she hurried to ask:
"Were you assigned to a factory in Giantwood City?"
"Yep." March 7th nodded. "You really helped us out back at the border!"
Number Seven looked up at Charles next. The old man who had been locked in an iron cage in Lone Tree Town now looked radiant. A tall woman stood beside him, with somewhat similar features.
Is that his daughter?
Number Seven wondered to herself.
She noticed the employee badge hanging from Lina's clothes. It was from Giantwood Tower.
It seemed this covert criminal organization, the Southern Women's Mutual Aid Association, had deep roots in Giantwood City.
Number Seven felt this would be tricky.
Feigning nonchalance, she asked:
"Which factory are you at now?"
"The 516 Military Uniform Factory," March 7th said with a sweet smile. "You're welcome to come visit!"
Number Seven committed the name to memory.
She planned to