You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1599 Close To Desperation

Chapter 1599 Close to Desperation

Joyce couldn't move. She struggled desperately, tears streaming downher face, close to desperation.

The medicine in Otis's hand was definitely not simple.

Otis's purpose was not simple either.

No matter what medicine it was, she didn't want Luther to take it.

She didn't want to lose him. Seeing him in danger, she suddenlyrealized that she had fallen too deep in his tenderness. A day withouthim was unimaginable.

Otis was strong enough to subdue Joyce without any flaws.

Luther looked at Joyce, suddenly he pulled out a dagger. This wassnatched from Vance just now.

Otis didn't know what Luther was going to do. He dragged Joyce backa little, and he himself clung close to the big tree for cover.

Joyce couldn't see Luther clearly, she could only see a blurry darkshadow, unknown fear overwhelmed her.

In the darkness, Luther's magnetic voice came word by word with thewind.

"Joyce, remember, I love you, I will only love you in this life. If I forgetyou and hurt you again, don't forgive me this time."

As the words fell, he used the dagger to cut deeply into his own arm,carving her name, Joyce, even if he really forgot, he would remindhimself of the deep love he once had for her, engraved in his flesh andblood, and could never be erased.

Joyce's eyes warmed, and tears welled up again.

It was her carelessness, it was her fault, it was her wanting to proveherself, wanting to deal with Otis herself, that eventually led everyoneinto trouble.

Luther finished carving, threw away the dagger, and swallowed the pillsin the bottle.

Otis laughed wildly in triumph, "Haha, Mr. Warner is really heroic. I don'tknow what the medicine is, but I dare to eat it. You are really touchingfor Joyce."

Luther coldly said, “I have taken the medicine, now let her go. I willnotify everyone to retreat one kilometer to let your plane take off. Theantidote is in your hands, what else are you worried about?"

Otis had achieved his goal. He thought for a while, how to proceednext.

At this time, Chris finally arrived. He grappled with Colonel Roselin fortoo long, missed too much time, and was also wounded in manyplaces. He originally thought Colonel Roselin was a bronze, but heturned out to be a king.

He found the night vision device and arrived to replace that Joyce seemedto be hijacked. Not good, he thought.

He sneaked over from the oblique rear quietly. Although Otis hidhimself very well with almost no dead ends, relying on experience, hemade a noise and fired two shots at the big tree that Otis relied on.The huge gunshots hit the tree trunk and the wood chips burst out likethorns shot at Otis.

Otis was unprepared and was disturbed. He was startled, and his wristunconsciously loosened for a moment. Taking advantage of this gap,Joyce suddenly tilted her head back heavily and slammed into Otis'sforehead. At the same time, she pushed Otis's wrists with both hands toseparate the dagger from herself for some distance.

A godsend opportunity, Luther flew up and kicked the dagger out ofOtis's hand.

Joyce gained freedom, struggled out of bondage, and rolled to oneside.

Otis judged Chris's direction by the sound and quickly sought shelter,using the bushes to block his oblique rear to avoid being hit by Chris.Luther then threw out his own gun, "Catch it."

In the darkness, it was difficult to see things. Luther threw it veryaccurately. Joyce caught the gun and almost at the same instant,relying on the sound of Otis moving, she blindly fired a shot.Accompanied by a "bang", Otis groaned in pain.

The bullet accurately passed through Otis's leg, causing him to fall tothe ground, unable to stand up for a while due to the pain.

Chris rushed up from the oblique rear and aimed at Otis, ready toshoot.

Joyce hurriedly shouted, "Don't shoot, you can't kill him."

Chris hesitated, unable to understand, "Why? This bastard deserves todie a hundred times."

"He has the antidote. Can't kill him." Joyce was extremely anxious."What antidote? Damn it!" Although Chris didn't know what hadhappened, Joyce must have her reasons.

At this time, Joyce ran to where Luther was, and Luther also ran toJoyce.

The two hugged tightly in the dark.

"Spit it out quickly, the medicine you just ate, think of a way to spit itout.” Joyce forcibly pressed Luther down, bent over, and kept pattinghis back. Her voice was crying, both fearful and anxious.

Luther tried, but couldn't spit anything out.

Otis was shot in the leg, but he didn't want to run anymore. He simplysat on the ground and said coldly, "Don't bother, this medicine melts assoon as it enters the mouth and is absorbed as soon as it enters thethroat. It can't be spit out.”

Chris's anger surged, kicking Otis to the ground, "What did you givehim to eat?!"

He angrily walked up, subdued Otis, and tied his hands behind hisback.

"Where is the antidote? Hand it over!" Joyce rushed to Otis and sternlyquestioned.

Chris knelt on one knee and kept searching Otis's body, trying to replacethe antidote.

"Heh heh. Do you think I would carry the antidote with me? You are toonaive. This is my last chip.” Otis laughed wildly, although defeated,there was not the slightest fear or regret.

As if everything were just the game he had set up. Losing is losing, hedidn't care at all.

"Where did you hide the antidote?" Joyce grabbed Otis's collar andinterrogated, "Tell me, I can guarantee you won't die. If you don't say it,we will always replace a way to crack it. Isn't it the medicine developedinternally by the warlords? You have already failed! No one will listen toyou anymore. Any medicine you can develop, we can too. But by then,no one can guarantee your life."

Suddenly, a large spotlight shone over, accompanied by the roar ofseveral armored vehicles crushing through the grass and thorns,driving straight over.

The dazzling incandescent light illuminated the surroundings as brightas day.

"Otis, do you see it? Reinforcements have arrived. You are finished.Hurry up and say where the antidote is!"

Chris also interrogated.

At this time, Luther leaned against a nearby big tree. He felt a littledizzy and didn't know if it was because of the medicine or because hewas stabbed in the abdomen. As the blood flowed, he felt his bodytemperature was slowly drained little by little.

His thin lips began to tremble.

He shook his head hard, trying to make himself sober, but hisconsciousness became more and more blurred.

Such a feeling made him even more afraid. Was it really a medicine tolose his memory? Was he really going to forget everything? He didn'twant to forget the experiences of life and death with Joyce. No! Afterexperiencing pain, he had no confidence to remember again... He wasmore afraid that he would hurt her...

He leaned against the big tree and slid down little by little until he fell tothe ground.