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"One, two, three… seven. Seven distinct auras. That's quite a crowd," Eren muttered as his brows furrowed.

However, his concern wasn't about the number of people but Helen's condition. Among the seven auras, two were abnormally faint, teetering on the edge of collapse.

"Damn it, one of those weak ones better not be Helen!"

Cursing under his breath, Eren retrieved a familiar coin from his pocket. Infusing it with spiritual energy, he flicked it into the air.

"Buzz…"

The coin vibrated as it spun mid-air, drawing invisible threads of energy around itself.

Eren's darkened eyes fixated on the coin as he silently posed the question to the unseen spiritual realm:

"Is Helen among those two weak auras?"

Repeating the question thrice, Eren caught the coin in his hand. When he opened his palm, the 25-cent coin revealed its face-up side.

Heads.

The result indicated that Helen wasn't among the two fading auras.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Eren allowed himself a moment of calm. At least she's not on the brink of death…

Still, his curiosity lingered. If it's not Helen, then who are those two? Other victims, perhaps?

The repurposed cold storage unit lacked windows, with only a massive roll-up door for loading and a smaller reinforced steel door beside it.

After circling the building covertly, Eren used his spiritual sight to discern the general locations of the seven auras.

The two strongest auras were stationed at the roll-up door and the smaller side door, likely guards left by the captors.

The other five—including the two weak auras—were clustered at the back of the cold storage unit.

Are they all hostages? Or are some accomplices hiding among them?

Faced with the uncertainty, Eren concluded, Better wait for George and his team.

Eren's current arsenal wasn't ideal for the situation. His Gaze of Despair required direct eye contact to unleash its full potential, and while the egg-shell grenade in his pocket was powerful, it was limited in its reach and utility in the confined space of the cold storage.

Acknowledging his limitations, Eren slipped away from the cold storage and returned to the alley where he had left the police car.

Minutes later, George arrived in a car that screeched to a halt, its engine emitting wisps of smoke.

Eren raised an eyebrow at the sight. What speed did he drive at to overheat the engine?

Ignoring the pale-faced officer in the passenger seat, George stormed toward Eren. "Where's Helen?"

"She's in the third cold storage unit of the Abbott Freezing Company building, about a hundred meters away," Eren reported, his tone steady. "Along with Helen, there are six other people inside. One guard is stationed at the roll-up door, another at the side door, and the rest are with Helen at the back of the unit."

"I'm not sure if all four people with Helen are fellow victims or if any of them are accomplices, but two of them are in bad shape…"

George's eyes sharpened, a mix of gratitude and suspicion flickering in his gaze. "How do you know all this?"

Eren shrugged. "I'm an orphan. I've picked up a few unique skills to survive. Let's just say I have my methods."

George cut him off with a wave. "I don't care about your secrets. If your intel helps me save Helen, I owe you everything."

With Eren's information in hand, George quickly used his radio to coordinate with the NYPD, deploying officers and finalizing a rescue plan.

The police mobilization was swift and precise. After a final check of the cold storage layout with Eren's guidance, George led a squad of heavily armed officers into the building.

Eren didn't participate in the rescue operation but waited anxiously outside.

Minutes later, George emerged from the cold storage, carrying Helen in his arms. Her face was pale, and she was unconscious.

Medics from a nearby ambulance rushed forward, gently but firmly taking Helen from George and placing her on a stretcher.

George's face twisted with worry, his hands trembling as he watched the doctors perform emergency diagnostics.

Shortly after, two more SWAT officers exited the building, each carrying a woman.

One of the women, a teenage girl with blood staining her lower body, was conscious but hysterical, her piercing screams echoing through the night.

Her eyes darted around wildly, and her body trembled violently, evidence of severe trauma.

The scene was chaotic as four additional medics sprinted toward the cold storage, carrying emergency kits.

They had just received word from the SWAT team inside: two women were critically injured and required immediate medical attention.

(End of Chapter)

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