The onlookers were stunned by the old lady's sudden move, each fearful of getting involved with a death and quickly made way for the old lady and her group.
"Police, don't move." The police who arrived just in time saw the situation and hurriedly pulled out their guns from their waists, pointing at the old lady.
"Put down the hostage and surrender immediately." The policeman standing at the forefront facing the old lady shouted.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't harm the baby, please make sure to bring my child back, don't harm him." The woman whose face was swollen from slapping cried out to the people on both sides, her eyes already swollen from crying like walnuts, but she still kept all her focus on her child.
"I want a van and a hundred thousand in cash, let us go, or I'll strangle this child now. I would rather die than go to jail, anyway." The old lady's hand tightened, and the child's cheeks visibly turned redder.
