Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1692: Who Are You?

Chapter 1692: Who Are You?

The man in black who held the little girl was completely focused on Joyce's action of throwing the gun, completely unaware of her other movements. 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, and the 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 little boy hostage, and forcefully threw the man aside, instantly rescuing the hostage.

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

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

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 spinning dart made a perfect return to her left hand.

At this moment, she was kneeling on one knee, holding the gun in her right hand, and between her index and middle fingers of her left hand was 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 he discovered Joyce's past, although surprised, he didn't necessarily believe everything in his heart. He always wanted to see it with his own eyes, just how amazing she was. Was she really as extraordinary as the legends made her out to be?

Today, encountering the attack of criminals, although unfortunate for the children who were frightened, they were fortunate enough to witness Joyce's skills. Reuben was shocked; it exceeded his imagination. At this moment, Joyce was so beautiful and stunning that she completely 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 the spinning 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 of armed special police officers in bomb suits rushed in, shouting, "Don't move! Squat down and raise your hands above your head!" "You too! Put down your gun!" one of the special police officers shouted at Joyce.

Joyce put down the gun and spinning dart from her hands, placing them on the ground, and then she raised her hands. Anderson hid behind her, peeking out with his little head, observing the special police officers 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 rushed over, kicking away Joyce's gun and spinning dart with his foot, and pointed his gun at Joyce's forehead.

"Don't move. Behave."

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

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

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

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

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

At this moment, the mother of the little girl who had accused Joyce tightly hugged her daughter and rebuked, "It was her. She shot down the criminals just now. But it was so dangerous. The criminal had already pointed a gun at my daughter's head, and she didn't care about the 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 and pointed at Joyce, trembling as she shouted. She was terrified; her child had narrowly escaped death. If the gun in the criminal's hand had gone off, 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 officer approached and questioned.

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

"Not necessary for now. Have it brought to the police station when you come to give your statement," the leading special police officer glanced at the scene, gesturing for others to pick up Joyce's gun and place it in a sealed bagReuben walked over, keeping a distance from the mother of the little girl. He sneered with a face full of disdain, "Your attitude towards your lifesaver is simply shameful. Did you clearly see the whole process? It's laughable. She first threw the dart, slashing the wrists of the criminals. After the gun fell from the criminals' hands, she shot 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 the opportunity, 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 too quickly, and she couldn't see clearly. She thought that Joyce had directly shot down the criminals during the confrontation, which was too dangerous for the children.

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

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

At this time, an employee from the ice cream shop, who recognized Joyce, took out his phone and searched online. He found a photo and then 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 filled with mockery. "Finally, someone with insight."