You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1692: Who Are You?

Chapter 1692: Who Are You?

The man in black who held the little girl was completely focused onJoyce's action of throwing the gun, completely unaware of her othermovements. He couldn't even imagine it.

A flash of silver light dazzled.

He didn't have time to react. He only felt intense pain in his wrist, andthe gun he had pointed at the little girl fell to the ground.

In that instant.

Reuben pounced forward, twisting the wrist of the man holding the littleboy hostage, and forcefully threw the man aside, instantly rescuing thehostage.

Meanwhile, when Joyce saw the gun drop from the criminal's hand, sheswiftly picked it up again.

Almost simultaneously, as she picked up the gun, several shots rangout.

The man holding the little girl hostage and the previously fallen,recovering man in black were instantly brought down by her shots.Then, with a "swish" sound, the silver light flashed, and the spinningdart made a perfect return to her left hand.

At this moment, she was kneeling on one knee, holding the gun in herright hand, and between her index and middle fingers of her left handwas a silver spinning dart, displaying a dazzling and beautiful posture.Reuben was almost dumbfounded. It was too beautiful.

Legends were still legends, often exaggerated by people. So when hediscovered Joyce's past, although surprised, he didn't necessarilybelieve everything in his heart. He always wanted to see it with his owneyes, just how amazing she was. Was she really as extraordinary asthe legends made her out to be?

Today, encountering the attack of criminals, although unfortunate forthe children who were frightened, they were fortunate enough towitness Joyce's skills. Reuben was shocked; it exceeded hisimagination.

At this moment, Joyce was so beautiful and stunning that shecompletely captured his gaze, unable to look away.

She truly lived up to being the daughter of a warlord, a sharpshooter.Not only was her marksmanship excellent, but her skill with thespinning dart was also top-notch.

All the criminals in the ice cream shop were subdued.

At that moment, sharp police sirens sounded outside, and dozens ofarmed special police officers in bomb suits rushed in, shouting, "Don’tmove! Squat down and raise your hands above your head!"

"You too! Put down your gun!" one of the special police officers shoutedat Joyce.

Joyce put down the gun and spinning dart from her hands, placingthem on the ground, and then she raised her hands. Anderson hidbehind her, peeking out with his little head, observing the special policeofficers rushing in.

"Mummy, they're so stupid. They can't tell who's good and who's bad,"Anderson muttered, pursing his lips.

“It's their duty. All threats must be eliminated,” Joyce lowered her voice.At this moment, the special police officer who had yelled earlier rushedover, kicking away Joyce's gun and spinning dart with his foot, andpointed his gun at Joyce's forehead.

"Don't move. Behave."

Finally, Reuben couldn't bear it anymore. He sneered and saiddisdainfully, "Are you blind? She just saved all the children. What's theuse of your arrival? You're pointing a gun at her. Do you even knowwho she is?"

The group of special police officers subdued all the masked men inblack.

The leading special police officer walked up to Joyce, wearing anincredulous expression, "You're the one who shot them?"

He pointed at the men in black lying on the ground, each one hit in thewrist with extreme precision. The shooter was undoubtedly amarksman.

Joyce smiled and replied, "Yes. I shot them all.”

At this moment, the mother of the little girl who had accused Joycetightly hugged her daughter and rebuked, "It was her. She shot downthe criminals just now. But it was so dangerous. The criminal hadalready pointed a gun at my daughter's head, and she didn't care aboutthe child at all. She dared to shoot. Although everything is fine now,what if something had gone wrong? What if there had been a mistake?Can you bear the consequences?"

In her final sentence, the mother of the little girl held her child andpointed at Joyce, trembling as she shouted. She was terrified; her childhad narrowly escaped death. If the gun in the criminal's hand had goneoff, her child would have been a corpse.

She would rather believe the police than a stranger.

"Do you have a gun license?" the leading special police officerapproached and questioned.

“I do, but I don't have it with me. I can have someone bring it, let memake a phone call,” Joyce shrugged, looking relaxed.

"Not necessary for now. Have it brought to the police station when youcome to give your statement,” the leading special police officer glancedat the scene, gesturing for others to pick up Joyce's gun and place it ina sealed bagReuben walked over, keeping a distance from the motherof the little girl. He sneered with a face full of disdain, "Your attitudetowards your lifesaver is simply shameful. Did you clearly see thewhole process? It's laughable. She first threw the dart, slashing thewrists of the criminals. After the gun fell from the criminals’ hands, sheshot their wrists, making sure they couldn't hold a gun anymore.Otherwise, would you be able to hold your child in your arms now?Even if the police arrived, what would be the use? If they missed theopportunity, we would all become hostages, including the four children.Then we would negotiate with the criminals according to their demands.Can you bear the risks involved?"

The mother of the little girl looked confused. The process happened tooquickly, and she couldn't see clearly. She thought that Joyce haddirectly shot down the criminals during the confrontation, which was toodangerous for the children.

"Well, I..." She stuttered, unable to replace the words.

The leading special police officer glanced at Joyce and also noticed thespinning dart. So that's how it happened.

At this time, an employee from the ice cream shop, who recognizedJoyce, took out his phone and searched online. He found a photo andthen walked up to Joyce, confirming her appearance.

Then, he stammered, filled with excitement and disbelief, “Yes, yes,Generalissimo? The daughter of the warlord?"

Reuben stood aside, smiling nonchalantly, his handsome face filledwith mockery. "Finally, someone with insight.”