"Get out of the way." Caleb actually used Sharon as a shield and shouted at the soldiers.
The middle-aged man who had been looking down on Sharon just now rushed over and hurriedly touched the pistol at his waist.
"If you move again, I'll kill her." Caleb adjusted the knife slightly.
Sharon felt a pain in her neck, and she couldn't help but lower her eyes. I didn't expect this guy to be such an evil person. If these people really force him into a corner, I might really die here today.
Sharon didn't struggle, her hands naturally hanging by her sides as she secretly searched for an opportunity to get away. However, this man was really cautious—she waited for a few words but couldn't find any flaws.
"We won't move around, and you have to promise that you won't hurt the hostage!" The few soldiers stepped back while Caleb pressed on until they left the hospital.
