At this moment, Zhao Feng was paralyzed with fear, slumped limply in his chair. He kept muttering under his breath, "God help us, God help us..."
As time passed, the gunfire over the phone grew sparse, leaving only a persistent "thud-thud" of impacts. Clearly, the SWAT team on the third floor was smashing through the floorboards. A moment later, there was a massive crash.
"If any of you come any closer, I'll kill her!" the gunman roared over the line.
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