Liu Jinlan's face was contorted with unbearable pain.
The only thing she could rely on!
At the critical moment, her pistol malfunctioned, truly jamming.
Without the threat of the gun.
Liu Jinlan started to panic somewhat.
She threw the pistol aside,
then fished a fruit knife out of her pocket.
Liu Jinlan, "Nobody move, so what if the gun jammed? I still have a knife! Make a move, and I won't be polite!"
Liu Jinlan pressed the edge of the knife against the young boy's throat.
If the police made a move, Liu Jinlan would instantly slice open the boy's throat.
Looking at Liu Jinlan, still having a knife in hand.
A group of police officers looked grim.
Too cunning.
But Qin Hao wasn't worried at all.
I could even make your gun jam.
Do you really think your knife is going to be of any use?
Qin Hao said, "Layman, how about we make another bet? Let's bet you don't have a knife in your hand!"
Liu Jinlan was dumbfounded.
What kind of lunatic was this?
