Things like family members identifying bodies were a common sight at the Forensic Center.
But with aliens invading Earth, the idea that someone would bring a little girl here to identify bodies was something they had never even dared imagine.
Yet it had happened anyway. The only conclusion was that Deathstroke was just that confident—he did not even take alien bugs seriously.
People feared Deathstroke, but compared to the bugs, at least everyone present felt that Deathstroke, who still had a human shape, was more reliable.
Devil or ghost, at least he spoke English. When he asked them to help find the bodies, he had even politely said "please."
That somehow made the Survivors feel as though they had found support among their own kind, and they stopped trembling.
Jessica finally saw her dead family. Though she had remained very calm all the way here, seeing them lying in icy drawers, wrapped in yellow "biohazard" bags, still made her burst into heartbroken sobs.
Su Ming still had plenty of time. Reports from Sepulk through the communicator had remained normal, so he went to lean against an office desk to rest, taking out some food and drinks to distribute among everyone.
"Come on, everyone, get over here. You've been hiding for hours, so relax for a while. From the outside, this building looks completely empty. It isn't a preferred target for the bugs."
He called the Survivors over, telling them not to huddle in the corners. Having their backs against the wall did not mean they were safe; it was more a psychological response when they lacked a sense of security.
At first, the atmosphere was rather silent. Other than Jessica's wailing, there was no sound in the room, and the Survivors merely exchanged wary glances.
But when the Instant Hot