The children were so scared that tears kept falling, but none of them dared to make a sound, immense fear evident in their eyes.
The journalist propped himself up and gritted his teeth to stand: "The camera really fell on the road, I'm a photographer, just came out to take some photos, I promise I won't tell anyone about your affairs, anyway, the camera's already broken, how about you let me go?"
"Bullshit, do you think I'm stupid, coming up with some excuse? Even if the camera's broken, don't think you're getting out of here alive today."
With those words, the human trafficker pressed a gun to the journalist's forehead: "Just one pull of the trigger, with a bang, and your head will be blown open."
"Don't be impulsive, I really won't tell anyone about your affairs, or I could get my friend to give you money, as long as you let me go, any amount is fine."
He was now just trying to stall for time, hoping the police could find this place quickly.
