You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 31

Luther's car managed to lose them and dodge from side to side.

"Sit back!" He barked.

Then, Luther made a beautiful sharp turn. The Maybach sped up to 280 km/h, directly into the off-ramp,

leaving them behind, only unfortunately it was a highway farther away from the city. They drove further Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

and further away.

In a short time, the car behind them caught up again.

Joyce sat up straight, clenched her seat belt, and stared, "Who did you offend?" This was a country

where the rule of law prevails in Khebury, where guns were blatantly fired.

Luther opened the center console with one hand and took out a pistol, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

She did not scream and cry in fear, bold enough to make him very surprised, but also did not have time

to think about it.

As he drove, he opened the window and turned to shoot at the cars behind him.

The car was going too fast, and the wind was blowing violently into it. Luther can barely hold the

steering wheel, but still wanted to shoot, which was obviously too difficult to juggle.

He had to race and try to shoot back the trailing car at the same time.

Luther was in trouble.

Then he heard Joyce's calm and collected voice, "Give me the gun."

He thought he had heard it wrong.

Joyce said it again, "Give me the gun."

Luther froze and glanced at her, completely unable to react.

No time to waste, the situation was critical and imminent. Joyce simply grabbed the pistol directly from

his hand.

"You." Luther took firm control of the steering wheel, and looking at her worriedly.

He saw her skillfully opening the safety catch, "click" a bullet loaded.

She turned sideways and probed out the window.

"Bang" a gunshot.

The movement was consistent and in one go!

Luther saw in the rearview mirror that one tire of a car burst directly, emitting an ear-piercing, sharp

sound, and came to a stop after a sharp 90-degree turn into a guardrail.

Then there was another "bang".

Another car with a flat tire.

One more.

A hundred shots hit the tires of the car chasing him.

The last car, positioned on Luther's side, only to see Joyce "snap" unbuckle the seat belt, the whole

person lying sideways on Luther. She handsomely held the pistol in one hand, and the other hand on

the handle.

The long, slender index finger overlapped the trigger.

Time seemed to be fixed in this moment.

The car was going extremely fast and the wind was blowing hard, scattering her long black hair, which

was floating on his face. The sweet smell was intoxicating.

She was so gorgeous and cool. He had never felt so stunning.

Valiant, handsome, no words can describe her at this moment.

He just saw her pulling the trigger.

"Whoosh", the bullet flew out, cutting a perfect arc in the air and hitting the front wheel of the last

pursuing car.

"Bang Bang" the last car's two tires burst at the same time, and the body instantly overturned, landing

with a "boom" a loud noise.

Joyce was a marksman who can be accurate to 0.01mm.

She was already merciful, if she burst the tank, all the killers inside will be killed.

Luther stepped on the gas pedal, and the limousine whistled and sped away. Far away from them.

After firing the gun, Joyce slammed into the steering wheel due to the powerful recoil of the pistol.

Fortunately, Luther held on her waist firmly and tightly.

The two were close together. The car was too quiet, each other's violent heartbeat and rapid breathing

were extra clear.

Crisis averted.

But Luther never let go, the scent of her was too good. He forgot to let go.

"You can let go of me now." Joyce reminded.

Luther returned to his senses and let go of his hand.

Joyce sat up from him and looked down touching the hot gun. She turned off the safety and praised,

"Browning m1935, a 9mm high-powered pistol. It really lives up to its name."

"It's just that the recoil is a little too much, not quite for me." She weighed the gun in her hand. The

country banned gun ownership in principle, and she heard that only a few top-level elites had gun

ownership permits. She had never seen this kind of collector-grade gun.

"Give it back." She put the pistol back in the center console.

She was a connoisseur.

Luther's body leaned slightly, too much information to digest.

He glanced at Joyce, who was sitting upright, and his beautiful side face seemed like a pool of calm

water.

He suddenly remembered a phrase.

The lack of the moon does not change the light; the sword breaks does not change the rigidity.

Probably it was the best way to describe her at this time.