Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 687

When they crossed the clearing and were about to enter the stone forest, there was a sudden "boom".

"No good, that's the sound of a grenade going off."

Karl's face was as pale as paper. He covered his abdomen with one hand, where the bandaged wound was already seeping blood again.

The SWAT team answered, "Yes, miniature grenades, a very popular carry-on weapon outside the country. I didn't realize they had this kind of stuff." "Come on, come on."

Karl just felt creeped out and anxious, "It sounded very close."

A team of fully loaded SWAT members then took the lead and rushed into the stone forest.

Not far away, the killers who were beating up Luther saw the sudden arrival of the SWAT team and ran away in fear.

However, they were unarmed and exhausted, so they were no match for the SWAT team.

Soon, they were firmly caught by the SWAT team, handcuffed with their hands behind their backs and left on the ground.

The scene was chaotic after the explosion, and there were several bodies lying on the ground.

Karl tried his best to walk to the scene. He first saw Ricky's body, a shot right between the eyebrows. He frowned and felt that something was wrong. He knew Joyce, she would never kill Ricky should she have any other choices.

He looked around and did not see Joyce.

Then he saw Luther, lying on the ground, lifeless.

He was shocked. Why would Luther be here? He hurried up and squatted down next to him. He saw Luther was trembling in pain and he pushed Luther hard.

"Are you okay? Where's Joyce?"

Luther was in pain. His vision was gradually blurred, his body was scarred, and his consciousness was gradually lapsing.

Karl's voice sounded so distant and could not be heard very clearly.

But it was as if he saw hope, saw a bright light, and with his last strength, he violently grabbed Karl's arm, "Save her, please save her.

She was blasted off the cliff by a grenade ... Quick, go and save her ..."

When he finished, he dropped his hands feebly... He was wounded, was in extreme pain, and lost a lot of blood and finally he fell into a coma. Karl was thunderstruck. Joyce fell off a cliff?

His brain almost stopped working, unable to digest the bad news.

He couldn't care less about the bleeding wound in his abdomen, or the fact that his energy was on the verge of extinction.

Karl rushed madly to the edge of the cliff.

Indeed, there were signs of bombing here.

Even, he saw one of her shoes left on the edge of the cliff.

Down there it was the deep blue sea, and a burst of raging waves rolled up.

He was completely desperate. Joyce fell off the cliff. For such a high cliff, no one could know what it was like down there.

The SWAT officer beside him, glanced worriedly at Karl, and did not dare to make a sound.

But actually, they all think, it was quite unlikely for one to survive after falling down such a high cliff.

With trembling hands, Karl dialed the satellite phone.

When he got through, he used almost all his strength to yell, "Quickly, call the sea rescue team and we need help below the cliff immediately. Coordinates, 315, 180. Be quick, be quick!!! A woman has fallen off the cliff into the sea! Be quick!"

Before he could finish his words, he was almost hissing.

He had never been so hysterical in front of his subordinates.

But what else could he care about?

Joyce left the hope of life to him, while she herself fell off the cliff. How could he? How could it be? No, he absolutely could not accept it! Karl was so excited and sad. He felt dizzy and blacked out directly...