The scene was chaotic to the point of madness.
The lobby was as vast as a football field, adorned with rare plants, gleaming marble floors, and luxurious reception desks.
Hundreds of civilians—patients, visitors, families—stood frozen in absolute shock as they saw us enter, blood dripping from us.
The fake nurses and doctors began screaming and running in every direction like a colony of ants thrown into fire.
"Terrorists! Valicera and her squad are here!" one of the doctors shouted as he ran toward the emergency stairs.
"Don't touch the civilians!" Damian roared, his voice overpowering the alarm.
"Let them run!"
We are killers, yes—but we are not the Voliders' rats who slaughter innocents.
But… the hospital had no intention of letting us walk through quietly.
From the side corridors, from the glass elevators, and from the upper balconies overlooking the lobby, dozens of guards poured in.
They weren't ordinary guards in white suits.
