After Andrew finished speaking, the wealthy hostages had no choice but to declare, "I, Rolliya, hereby promise that whoever finds my time will receive it."
"I, Raz, hereby promise..."
As the declarations continued, the viewers' breathing quickened. In other words, as long as they found those fortunes, they could legally own tens of thousands of units of time?
In truth, even with the wealthy hostages' promises, this was still illegal. Once they were freed, they could easily reclaim that time.
The problem was that most viewers knew nothing about the finer points of the law. Tempted by tens of thousands of units of time, they grabbed weapons—guns if they had them, kitchen knives if they didn't—and rushed into the streets to search for the fleeing police officers.
If they could just find them, they would strike it rich. They could live as wealthy people, their greatest daily worry being how to spend their money.
Not only were countless bodyguards, waiters, and ordinary citizens in the First Time Zone searching for those officers, but people from other time zones were also driving frantically toward the First Time Zone. Massive chaos was about to erupt.
"Those promises..."
Hearing the wealthy hostages' declarations, the police chief hurried over and tried to speak into the camera. Just then, a bullet came whistling through and took his life.
Everyone recoiled in alarm. Only the reporter bravely remained where he stood—or rather, sorry, he was too terrified to move.
"I told you not to come any closer."
Andrew said coldly, "All right, bring in the Time Storage Devices. Don't stall. I'm giving you only one minute, and don't try anything, or don't blame me for showing no mercy."
Hearing this, the officers had no time to worry about their chief's death. They began arranging for