You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1613 Bone Crushing And Ashes Scattering

Chapter 1613 Bone Crushing and AshesScattering

"Young marshal, be careful.”

Dewey noticed an abnormality on the helicopter and quickly pressedJoyce down, hiding behind the bulletproof glass.

Joyce's mind was fully on rescuing Otis and she did not notice theabnormality on the helicopter.

Even if she found out, it would be too late.

Rows of bullets swept over mercilessly, heading towards Otis.

With such random shooting, no gun skills were needed.

Even gods could not dodge.

She watched helplessly as Otis was shot. A large area of the seasurface was quickly dyed red with fresh blood.

The red sea water rose and fell with the waves.

By then the setting sun had turned red to the extreme, the sky was fullof blood colors, and the huge sunset was left with only a small half,staggering on the sea, unable to support it.

The sky was much darker than before. The depressing gloom wasabout to come.

"Damn it." Dewey cursed, "Otis is dead.”

On the speedboat, the automatic cable was still working, Otis wasgetting closer and closer to them, and the blood water was spreadingtowards them.

With the naked eye, Otis had been shot several times.

Joyce was completely furious. She wore high-powered binoculars andlooked in the direction of the helicopter in the last light of the settingsun.

The cabin door was open.

It was that woman again. I had seen it when I rescued Justin.

Too far away, the sky was too dark to see clearly, I could only see thewoman's black long skirt, flying constantly in the strong wind, like anevil black ribbon, dancing endlessly. Same as last time.

Although I didn't know who she was or what her background was.But at the moment she must be taught a lesson.

Joyce's anger rose, and she picked up a sniper rifle next to her.From picking up the gun, to aiming with binoculars, to firing, it only tooka few seconds.

Because the helicopter had already exceeded the range of their M2fire.

Although she had not received special sniper training, Cecelia hadtaught her some basics recently, and she picked it up quickly."Bang!" A bullet sped out swiftly in the last gleam of glow, headingstraight for the flying helicopter.

The woman's head was blocked by the cabin door, and her exposedscapula was instantly pierced by a . 50-caliber bullet.

On the Blackhawk Helicopter.

"Ah!" A scream.

Accompanied by a scream, Athena painfully clutched her shoulder.The power of the AWM was huge, directly piercing her scapula.Fortunately, her head was not exposed, otherwise a shot to the headwould have made her a corpse.

Cloud was manually maneuvering the helicopter to glide close to sealevel. Jumping into the sea now would not hurt them. And the remainingdistance the helicopter glided, the vortex caused by the final crash intothe sea would not suck them in. Everything was under his control.Hearing Athena's painful cry, Cloud hurriedly turned his head to look.Seeing that she was injured.

He frowned, quickly abandoned the cockpit, came to the back seat,forcibly closed the cabin door and opened the other cabin door."Athena, hold on. There's no time to bandage, we have to jump now.Don't worry, I've called for nearby support, and we'll be there in fiveminutes. Get on board and we'll head straight to Rohomes."

There was no time to think much. Cloud dragged Athena and jumpedinto the sea.

They were wearing special clothes that automatically inflated uponcontact with water and had GPS positioning systems. They wouldnever get lost at sea.

When the icy sea water soaked Athena's body.

Athena gritted her teeth to endure the pain from blood loss and cold.Both painful and awake.

Damn Joyce, she actually hurt her. Last time, the bullet just grazed herarm. This time, she actually pierced her scapula. Damn it! Let herendure inhuman pain and torment! No one could hurt her, Joyce wasthe first. She would demand ten thousand times retribution for thisvengeance. She would tear Joyce into pieces and crush her bones toashes.

Athena and Cloud floated on the sea surface, waiting for the rescueship. This was already the territorial waters of Rohomes, andPascaylia's military ships could not come over. They were safe.Fortunately, Cloud was never an impulsive man. He had arrangedeverything properly.

On the other side.

Joyce put down the sniper rifle. She knew she had hit that woman.By this time, Dewey had pulled Otis to the side of the boat. Crewmembers helped Dewey pull Otis up.

Otis lay on the deck, his pupils wide open like copper bells.

His body temperature was disappearing rapidly, and he shuddereduncontrollably with cold.

He knew he was not going to make it. Countless bullets had been shot.He spit out mouthfuls of blood and seawater, blood and seawater,soaking the entire deck and spreading around.

He never dreamed.

That he would die at Athena's hands. This brutal and perverted woman,conspiring with the tiger, was too careless of him. He shouldn't havecooperated with such an unprincipled person, and finally ended updestroying himself.

"Quick, stop the bleeding!" Joyce exclaimed, quickly bandaging Otis"chest wound with strips of cloth.

Unfortunately, it was useless. There were too many and too densewounds, blood kept gushing out, it couldn't be stopped at all.

Even if it could be stopped, from here to the nearest hospital on shore,even emergency treatment would be too late.

Although she knew in her heart, she did not give up. She keptbandaging layer after layer.

Otis's vision became more and more blurred. He knew he was beyondsaving.

Seeing Joyce working hard to save him.

For the first time in his life, regret flashed through his heart.

He admired her. With her as the young marshal and him as the aide,wasn't it good? In the end, it was his own darkness. The painfulexperiences of his childhood had distorted his humanity early on. Notall women were like his mother.

Nor did supreme power give one everything.

The unfortunate childhood could not be healed in a lifetime. He wasdoomed to walk to the end on the wrong path.

He wanted to speak, but could hardly make a sound from his throat.He could only whimper.

Joyce bent over, “What do you want to say?"

"East, 53..." Otis used up almost all his strength to say the last fewwords, swallowing his last breath.

Immediately, his arms fell heavily, unable to lift them again.

His pupils were wide open, unclosed in death.

"East, 53? What does that mean?" Joyce did not understand clearly.Otis must not have finished.

She shook him, "Otis, speak clearly, what does it mean?"

Dewey went up and checked Otis’ breath. He shook his head at Joyce,"He's dead, no breath.”

Joyce looked at Dewey, "Did you also hear what he said last? It wasEast, 53? What does it mean?"

Dewey shook his head, "I don't know either."

Joyce looked at Otis motionless, already stiff dead body.

She was at a loss before her eyes, although Otis was no longer athreat.

In the end, she still couldn't replace out what medicine Luther was given.Nor did she ask about the third party force, who they were and whattheir relationship was with Rohomes.

A dying man's words are truthful.

What information did Otis want to reveal to her before he died?

As the last gleam of light disappeared, the sky was completely dark.