A step on the gas pedal.
"Chichi..."
The tires rubbed against the ground.
A sharp sound erupted, and the car shot out directly. The hospital was at the crossroads, catching them off guard. At the turn, Vika, whose hands were tied and wasn't wearing a seatbelt, slammed into the door.
"Bang!"
Pain.
"Wuwu!"
Vika shouted internally: Hostages have human rights too.
"Ula! Ula!"
Suddenly.
Police sirens wailed from behind. This brought tears to Vika's eyes. The quick response of the Malaysian police touched him a bit. It's good that they weren't lost in pursuit. Please catch these damned robbers.
This is terrible.
Deceiving him.
Each and every one should be caught and shot.
"Big brother, what do we do?"
"It's fine."
"This kid seems to be someone important. Could there be risk?" Hearing this, Vika really wanted to boast about his family background, to scare them off, daring to kidnap Master Vika.
"The greater the risk, the greater the reward."
This statement.
