You Hit My Heart
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 280km/h, directly into the off-ramp, leaving them behind, only unfortunatelyit was a highway farther away from the city. They drove further andfurther away.

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

Joyce sat up straight, clenched her seat belt, and stared, "Who did youoffend?" 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 verysurprised, but also did not have time to think about it.

As he drove, he opened the window and turned to shoot at the carsbehind 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 simplygrabbed the pistol directly from his hand.

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

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 sharp90-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. Shehandsomely held the pistol in one hand, and the other hand on thehandle.

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 sweetsmell 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 hittingthe front wheel of the last pursuing car.

"Bang Bang" the last car's two tires burst at the same time, and thebody 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 willbe killed.

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

After firing the gun, Joyce slammed into the steering wheel due to thepowerful 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'sviolent heartbeat and rapid breathing were extra clear.

Crisis averted.

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

“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. Sheturned 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.” Sheweighed the gun in her hand. The country banned gun ownership inprinciple, and she heard that only a few top-level elites had gunownership permits. She had never seen this kind of collector-gradegun.

"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 sideface 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 doesnot change the rigidity.

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