"God! What are they saying!?"
"Mr. Yasen, what should we do now?"
Riddle and Salih couldn't understand Spanish, and upon seeing countless gun barrels pointed at them, they were so frightened that they immediately raised their hands.
"Don't be afraid, just raise your hands and you'll be fine." Gu Ji smiled as he slowly placed his hands on the steering wheel, then shouted loudly in Spanish, "Officers, we are passengers from flight AM649, hijacked by drug traffickers. We barely escaped by stealing their car to seek help. The woman tied up is one of the hijackers, you can verify with your chief!"
"Sir, what he said is true, I have Panama Airlines' ID hanging on my chest, it proves our identity."
Betty, who knew Spanish, also chimed in to help.
The tall policeman skeptically gestured with his gun, signaling his colleagues to verify.
