You Hit My Heart

Chapter 31

situation was critical and imminent. Joyce simply grabbed the pistol directly from his hand.“You.” Luther took firm control of the steering wheel, and looking at her worriedly.He saw her skillfully opening the safety catch, “click” a bullet loaded.She turned sideways and probed out the window.“Bang” a gunshot.The movement was consistent and in one go!Luther saw in the rearview mirror that one tire of a car burst directly, emitting an ear-piercing, sharp sound, and came to a stop after a sharp 90-degree turn into a guardrail.Then there was another “bang”.Another car with a flat tire.One more.A hundred shots hit the tires of the car chasing him. The last car, positioned on Luther’s side, only to see Joyce “snap” unbuckle the seat belt, the whole person lying sideways on Luther. She handsomely held the pistol in one hand, and the other hand on the handle.The long, slender index finger overlapped the trigger.Time seemed to be fixed in this moment.The car was going extremely fast and the wind was blowing hard, scattering her long black hair, which was floating on his face. The sweet smell was intoxicating.She was so gorgeous and cool. He had never felt so stunning.Valiant, handsome, no words can describe her at this moment.He just saw her pulling the trigger.“Whoosh”, the bullet flew out, cutting a perfect arc in the air and hitting the front wheel of the last pursuing car.“Bang Bang” the last car’s two tires burst at the same time, and the body instantly overturned, landing with a “boom” a loud noise.Joyce was a marksman who can be accurate to 0.01mm.She was already merciful, if she burst the tank, all the killers inside will be killed.Luther stepped on the gas pedal, and the limousine whistled and sped away. Far away from them.After firing the gun, Joyce slammed into the steering wheel due to the powerful recoil of the pistol.Fortunately, Luther held on her waist firmly and tightly.The two were close together. The car was too quiet, each other’s violent heartbeat and rapid breathing were extra clear.Crisis averted.But Luther never let go, the scent of her was too good. He forgot to let go.“You can let go of me now.” Joyce reminded.Luther returned to his senses and let go of his hand.Joyce sat up from him and looked down touching the hot gun. She turned off the safety and praised, “Browning m1935, a 9mm high-powered pistol. It really lives up to its name.”“It’s just that the recoil is a little too much, not quite for me.” She weighed the gun in