Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 661

"Bang-Bang!" Sparks shot out from the pistol, and the faint smell of smoke filled the air.

"Screech-" They then heard a violent and sharp braking sound not far away.

The Hummer Ricky was driving suddenly ran sideways and hit the guardrail head-on.

To their surprise, however, although Ricky's car stopped, with his extraordinary strength and fast reaction, he just stopped the car steadily. If it were anyone else, a sudden blowout at such a high speed would most certainly lead to a rollover due to the imbalance, but nothing like that happened this time.

Joyce wanted to fire two more shots and directly inflated all the four tires in the front, because the Hummer he drove had two tires on each side in the front. Unfortunately, Karl was afraid that Ricky might have a counterattack, because, after all, their vehicle also entered Ricky's range. Just now Ricky simply had no time to react. Now he might shoot them at any moment, and his bullets would shoot straight at them without any barriers. In this way, Joyce would be in danger.

"We should leave." Karl whispered, then stepped on the gas pedal and sped off.

All of a sudden, they were too far away for her to shoot again.

Joyce just had to stop. She retrieved the gun and placed it on the center console.

However, Karl was right, and Ricky did pull out his gun and began shooting at them, but luckily they were already quite far away.

"I'll leave the pistol here. You might need it, after I get off, for protection." She explained.

Karl felt something was odd, but he didn't doubt it and responded, "Good."

Once Joyce got out of the car and hid, she was safe and just had to wait for the police to arrive and rescue her. This way they could also protect the evidence of Ricky's crime.

Karl then concentrated on driving. His eyes got blurry, but he forced himself to drive for a while longer. Eventually, they came to a ninety-degree turn, and after turning around they did see a large expanse of abandoned concrete pipes.

"Here we are, get off."

He jerked the car to the side of the road, covered his bleeding abdomen, gritted his teeth to hold back the pain and stepped out of the car. He had to bring Joyce to a safe place before he could rest assured. Joyce also followed him out of the car.

Karl led Joyce to the front of the pipes, and he quickly looked for the most suitable place for her to hind. Finally, he pointed to one of the thickest pipes and took the storage box out of his pocket and handed it to her, "Joyce, you should hide inside. I will send someone to pick you up. Be sure to keep the evidence safe."

"Hmm. You must protect the evidence."

The wind blew over them, and Joyce's beautiful eyebrows rose.

Karl froze when he heard what Joyce said. For a while, he had no idea what Joyce should mean by those words.

Unexpectedly, Joyce suddenly came forward and hugged him hard.

She was hugging him tightly.

It's not about love. They were more like comrades who had depended on each other and held each other tightly.

Karl's brain almost stopped working and he forgot to reach out and put his arms around her. She had never hugged him before, and now, with her warm, soft body wrapped tightly around him, there was an inexplicable feeling of reassurance.

Yet, he felt something was wrong. Everything was strange. Her body was trembling gently. Why did he always have the feeling that she was saying goodbye to him?

Was it because ... they were going to be separated soon? Was she worried about him?

A warm current swept through his heart.

While holding him tightly, Joyce secretly shoved the storage box back into his pocket and took his cell phone when he didn't notice.