Chapitre 897: Pierce Them into the Ceiling

"P-Please, take me hostage! Let my child go!" A middle-aged woman hollered in despair upon staring at a thug pointing a gun at her five-year-old child.

"Shut up!" Another thug grunted in anger and hit her head, causing her to fall to the ground, bleeding a little. She almost fainted from the impact. "That should teach you to behave."

"Mom!" Her son shouted in horror before shutting up as the thug holding him captive choked him a little to display anger.

"We need justice! Free our leader or we'll kill everyone in this building!" The thug dragged the child with him and shouted while staring at a camera pointed at him from beyond the building.

Thump!

"Fucking bastard!" Millie slammed the door of a police van in rage, mentally chanting, 'Keep your cool. This isn't real. Don't lose your cool!'

"Kyak!"

Pat! Pata! P-Pat!