Yan Nanxun received a notice from his colleagues. He was about to go downstairs when he saw the criminals holding hostages on the first floor from the second-floor railing.
Looking closely at the hostage held by the criminals, Yan Nanxun was stunned for a moment.
"Stop them! Stall them first!" Yan Nanxun stood by the railing, took out his phone, and commanded the officers downstairs.
"Officer Yan, they dared to attack that master. These people are all desperados!"
"Even if we let them go, they're unlikely to hand over the child; they'll definitely kill!"
Yan Nanxun took a deep breath, "So what's your plan?"
"The order from above is to eliminate them on the spot." A cold voice sounded from the phone, and Yan Nanxun's expression became serious.
"They're all desperados; holding hostages, they've never left a survivor. That child is doomed if they go out with the criminals; we have no other choice!"
