Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 672

While it was true that simple sutures could temporarily stop the bleeding, the wound would have to be open again for future treatments and it would be twice as painful. He had no idea for what Karl was willing to put up with such inhuman torture.

"Quick, get me Franklin."

Karl had just eased up a little from the pain and hastily instructed in a trembling voice.

"Yes."

Another SWAT team member turned on the police department's intercom connection installed in the vehicle and tuned it to Franklin's exclusive frequency.

"This is Franklin. Has Captain been rescued safely?" Immediately after the call went through, Franklin asked, his voice anxious with concern.

"Yes, we have successfully rescued Captain and we are now helping him to stop the bleeding."

Tom replied.

"Franklin, have you found Joyce? What's going on now?" Karl inquired urgently.

"Yes, Captain, we have found Joyce's location, and I am now in the car. We have sent five vehicles, including eight SWATS. We are on our way to her location." Franklin reported in one breath.

"Good, share Joyce's location signal to me, and I'll leave immediately. Let's meet over there. From now on, I will be in command." Although Karl's voice was weak and he's gasping a bit, his aura was undiminished, and his order was loud, clear and resolute. "Yes, Captain."

Franklin immediately responded, but he finally added, "Captain, don't you need to go to the hospital first? Is the injury serious?"

"I'm fine. Ricky is a former mercenary, and he is quite familiar with our routines. He is so cruel and vicious. You are no match for him. Just do as I say and don't make any rash moves." Karl commanded.

"Yes, Captain."

Franklin answered again, "I'm switching the tracking signal to your terminal now."

"Captain, I'm going to give you an anti-inflammatory shot."

Tom took the syringe out of the first aid kit.

He had just stitched up his wound in a non-sterile environment, so his wound could be easily infected and must be decontaminated.

"Hmm. One more shot of adrenaline."

Karl commanded.

"But..." Tom's heart was in shock. Karl was risking his life.

He knew Joyce and had heard others talk about how Karl seemed to have different feelings for Joyce.

Today, he thought, it was quite an understatement to say Karl had different feelings for Joyce. After all, he was willing to die for her.

"Come on."

Karl impatiently urged, "Hurry up and we need to go now."

"Yes."

Tom had no choice but to do as he was told.

After the injection, he quickly bandaged Karl's wound again.

Another detective turned on the signal coming from Franklin, and a jumping red dot gradually appeared on the central console - it was Joyce!

Tom instantly closed the door and started the vehicle.

The car whistled and roared along, following the red dot.

Karl looked at the red dot on the positioning system and felt slightly worried.

Joyce was now going in the direction of the cliff. Could it be that she was not familiar with the road?

Damn, he should have thought of that.

It's his fault for not stopping Joyce.

Sure enough, Joyce took the wrong road and headed straight for the cliff.

Karl closed his eyes in despair, and he felt like his heart was burning.

They chased all the way behind the red dot.

When the red dot stopped on the screen, his heart was sunk to the bottom and felt so panic.

She had no way to go now, with all those pursuers following her, and they were still dozens of kilometers away.

What should they? He almost dared not to think about it. His heart and mind were gradually numb.