But she hadn't run two steps when she heard the person behind her sneer softly.
"Let's see if you run fast or my gun is faster."
At the sound of the voice, Jane Sampson slowly turned around and saw a masked man holding a gun, its muzzle pointed at James Carter's temple.
Jane Sampson's heart jolted, and her legs instantly felt like they were filled with lead, unable to move anymore.
"Don't harm him," Jane Sampson's voice trembled, "I beg you, don't harm him."
"Come here," the man stood there holding the gun motionless, issuing orders to Jane Sampson. Seeing her still standing there unmoved, he shook the gun in his hand threateningly.
Jane Sampson had no choice but to take two steps back to her original position.
Only then did the man slowly move the muzzle towards Jane Sampson, but he did not fire, instead he used the handkerchief that covered James Carter's face to suddenly cover Jane Sampson's mouth and nose.
