Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 655

One thing was for sure, Victor must be hiding nearby. He was seriously injured, so he could not walk far. Running rashly would only put him in a greater danger.

And right now he had lost contact with Victor again.

Then Victor was most likely to stay near the location he mentioned in their last call, so that they could easily replace him.

Karl replayed the surrounding map over and over in his mind. The clock tower was too large a target, and the surrounding area was so empty that there was almost no place to hide. He quickly ruled it out. Nea the bridge... Suddenly, Karl remembered that there was an abandoned broken bridge near the clock tower. It was quite remote and well-hidden.

If it were him in such an emergency, he would have chosen to hide there.

"Go. I've got a place in mind." Karl led Joyce to the other side, "I probably know where Victor is now. We have to be quick, and sooner or later Ricky will think of what I am thinking now. It's just that he's not as familiar with this place as I am."

"Hmm."

Joyce followed Karl through the alleyways, over low walls and across bushes to a hidden broken bridge.

They went around to the other side of the broken bridge, and indeed, in the cave under the broken bridge, they saw Victor lying on the ground almost dying.

"How are you?" Karl rushed forward and lifted Victor up so that his back was against him.

Joyce then went up and probed Victor's nostrils and she breathed a sigh of relief, "He's still breathing. Just very faintly."

Karl's brow was furrowed. Victor's face was covered in blood, and there were a dozen hideous scars on his face, presumably from the broken glasses in that explosion. Victor's hands were now black from the fire and blood was gurgling and bleeding from his burned skin. There was hardly any intact skin on the exposed parts of his body.

Karl choked up as Victor, who had been with him for years, became what he was now.

He felt guilty and blamed it on his carelessness. If he had come to pick up the report himself, Victor would not have been the one to suffer.

Joyce wanted to give Victor an CPR and massaged his heart repeatedly with her hands.

Finally, Victor took a breather. He opened his tired and heavy eyes and showed a hint of excitement when he saw Karl, "Captain, Captain ... you're finally here ..."

"Don't talk and save your strength. I've called the SWAT team and they will take you to the hospital once they arrive. You must hold on." Karl gently held Victor's hand, not daring to exert any force, for fear of hurting him.

"The report..." Victor pointed with difficulty to his chest.

Karl understood what he meant. He fumbled for a moment and got a black box out, about the size of a pencil case, from Victor's chest.

"What is this?" Joyce hadn't seen it before.

"This is a special storage device from the analysis center. The analysis involved comparison of details. They used a lot of pictures with extremely high precision. Ordinary storage devices can't hold them at all, and they are unstable." Karl took the black box and put it on himself.

"So there's no professional software that we can use to copy it now? And it's not possible to upload to the cloud?" Joyce asked.

"Yes, it takes a long time to upload to the cloud. Now that the center was exploded, the original information must have been destroyed. In order to prevent their system from being hacked, the center usually would not upload them to the cloud. Plus the AWM sniper rifle was also destroyed. So, we have the only evidence in our hands now." Karl said, and his expression became more and more serious.

At the moment, he should not move Victor, much less take Victor away. Exposure would only bring greater danger.

He unlocked his phone and sent Franklin the location again.

Franklin should understand what he meant and have SWAT come in the direction of the new location to rescue Victor.