Roman Paul immediately strained Mike Harris's neck, flipping him over to shield himself.
With his other hand holding a gun, pressed against Mike's temple, he hid behind Mike's tall figure: "Don't come any closer, or I'll kill him."
Victoria was dumbfounded.
A nobody had taken the Interpol captain hostage?
Was this a joke?
"Cut the crap, stop playing this game!" Logan Franklin muttered under his breath.
But Hank Clegg signaled for him to stop.
"Don't move," he said in a voice that only he and Logan could hear, "He has bullets in his gun and the safety is off. Whether or not he's acting, he has a chance to kill Mike."
Mike, who was blocking Roman, also began to sweat profusely.
He thought that Roman just wanted to stage a drama for his escape, but he didn't expect this guy to actually pull out a real weapon.
Now with the gun pointed at his head, if Hank doesn't back off, wouldn't this guy really blow his brains out?
"Damn it, don't push your luck!" Mike growled at Roman.
