Hera wanted to follow them to the hospital, but Bernard suddenly pulled her back when she reached the main entrance.
A bullet swiftly came from the rooftop of the opposite building, hitting Queenie right in the forehead. The gunshot resulted in an instant kill, with brain matter splattered everywhere.
People who were gathered in the lobby to report cases screamed in terror. They ducked and ran in all directions, creating a scene of chaos.
Bernard raised his hand to shield Hera's eyes, not wanting her to witness the gruesome scene. Then, he looked in the direction from which the bullet had been fired.
Hera pushed his hand away and looked in the same direction. A shadow could be seen on the rooftop of the opposite building, but it quickly disappeared.
The police swiftly responded, sealing off the opposite building and conducting a thorough search for the sniper.
Firearms were banned in the country, so using a gun and brazenly killing someone at the entrance of the police station was a blatant provocation against the judicial system.
Queenie lay flat in the lobby, unmoving. Her eyes were wide open in a state of shock, and her pupils were dilated.
Hera approached and checked the pulse on Queenie's neck but couldn't find it.
If Bernard hadn't pulled Hera back that time, the bullet might have hit her instead.
She wondered if someone was trying to assassinate her or if they intended to silence Queenie instead.
With the name of the real mastermind on the verge of being revealed, Queenie's death seemed more like an effort to stop any further investigation.
Hera clenched her fists, her gaze cold and determined.
A moment of grim determination flashed across Bernard's eyes as well. He signaled to Douglas, who immediately understood his meaning and stepped out to make a phone call.
"Let's go back and wait for the police's findings," Bernard said, taking Hera's hand and wiping it with a wet tissue.
He was removing the traces of blood from her contact with Queenie.
The police station was in chaos. So, Hera could only nod and leave with him.
As soon as they stepped outside, reporters swarmed them, and cameras clicked away, making Hera frown in displeasure.
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