Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 660

Karl reassured her solemnly.

"Even if Victor and I were to die in the line of duty as a result, it would be our job to do so, with no regrets."

When Karl said this, he originally intended to comfort Joyce.

Joyce's heart, however, set off huge waves because of the words he said. She had never heard Karl say such desperate words, and it seemed that Karl was not optimistic about the situation today. He was even ready to be martyred.

How could she allow it? Definitely not! She could not allow anyone to get killed just for her! She was not worth it!

If someone really had to die today, it should also be her.

Karl drove as hard as he could, and his vision began to blur from the loss of blood. The whistling wind was pouring in from the broken windshield, and he shook his head violently to try to clear his vision. His hand was now full of sweat, and he could hardly grip the wet and slippery steering wheel already.

He knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. However, he still wanted to protect Joyce.

"Joyce, listen to me. I will slow the car down later. When we get close enough, you shoot his front tires. Whether he changes his tires or calls for reinforcement, we'll have at least ten minutes to catch our breath."

As he spoke, he took a deep, hard breath to keep himself focused.

"Then, at the intersection below, I will stop. Over there, if I remember correctly, there are a lot of abandoned cement pipes. When you get out of the car, I'll give you the storage box, and you can replace a random cement pipe to hide and wait for help."

"Also, you must give your cell phone to me. I'll leave your phone in the car. In case Ricky activates the tracking system, he won't replace out that one of us has actually gotten out of the car. This way, I can lure him away. He will never expect that you have gotten out of the car and are hiding in the pipe." Karl carefully explained.

"And then, what about you? What are you going to do?" Joyce asked calmly.

"Me?" Karl reluctantly smiled, as if to reassure Joyce, "You don't have to worry about me. I'm a detective, I can handle it. I'll drive the car directly to the nearest police station, and they won't dare to do anything to me."

Heh. Joyce gave a sneer inwardly. Probably he would not be alive before he got anywhere close to the police station, Karl was clearly trying to save her life at the expense of his own.

Did he think she's a fool?

At this moment, she had made up her mind!

"Good. I'm ready for you to slow down."

With one hand firmly steadying the butt of the gun, she peeked out of the car window, lift the pistol, narrowed one eye, and took aim with a valiant stance.

The whistling wind blew right against the car that was speeding ahead, lifting her long black hair in the air. The red sun, the black hair, the purple dress, the beautiful face, the valiant posture... Karl was almost dumbfounded.

He couldn't move his eyes and wanted to engrave such a beautiful scene in his mind.

Even if he would have to die here today, he did not want to forget.

He slammed on the brake.

The car gradually slowed down.

Closer, closer!

Suddenly, Joyce pulled the trigger and fired two shots in quick succession...