The drug trafficker yelled at Ella Pemberton again.
Heeding his words, Ella Pemberton didn't show any resistance, nor did she rashly make a move. Instead, she honestly moved to the diagonal above the hostage, completely blocking the drug trafficker.
The situation with the hostage was delicate; she naturally couldn't take any risks.
The drug trafficker looked around, seized the moment, and forcefully pushed the pregnant woman forward, then quickly moved to the right. One hand wrapped around Ella Pemberton's neck from behind, while the other, holding a dagger, pressed it against her throat.
The person had changed, but the posture had not.
And—
The released pregnant woman, panicking, took two steps forward before the rushing SWAT officer quickly assisted her.
Taking the chance to fall, the pregnant woman's face was covered with sweat and tears; she clutched the officer's wrist tightly, gritting her teeth and squeezing out a few words, "I, I'm about to give birth!"
