"Let her go, I'll be the hostage," Flossie Wright spoke coolly, an icy look in her eyes, emanating an imposing aura.
"Heh heh..." The criminal suddenly halted his maniacal actions, but his expression became even more crazed, as if all sanity had been burned away, leaving only the most deranged aspects of his nature. His wild gaze focused on Flossie Wright, "He died because he volunteered to be the hostage! Aren't you afraid I'll kill you straightaway?!"
Flossie stared at him calmly, then spoke slowly, "You won't kill me."
"Where does that confidence come from?" The criminal still clung onto Mia Lawson's hair, his body shaking slightly from his obvious agitation, seemingly on the brink of exploding.
"Only if you can betray your uniform, betray your beliefs," Flossie took a step forward, her imposing air intensifying, her eyes displaying a tranquil determination.
