Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 654

"Hmm." Joyce saw his serious face and got even more nervous with it.

The heavy smell of smoke choked her and made her want to cough. Her eyes were irritated and her vision got blurry. She couldn't help but glance at Karl, who was so calm and collected. Breathing the same bad air, he didn't look different at all. No wonder he was a detective.

Karl led Joyce through two alleyways to get closer to the incident.

He took out his cell phone, dialed Officer Franklin's number and instructed.

"Franklin, I'm in the clock tower at 213,415. I need a SWAT squad for reinforcement, in civilian clothes, never to be recognized. And not one more. Otherwise Victor's life will be in danger."

"Copy that." Franklin responded immediately.

Karl hung up the phone.

Not being able to use the police department's satellite platform was a real pain in the ass. He could only fight alone. Because even if the reinforcement really got to the location he mentioned just now, he would have gone somewhere else long ago. They would not be able to work together this way. The reason why he called for a SWAT squad was that he wanted to save Victor's life.

Now, the even trickier question in front of him was that he didn't know where Victor was.

Suddenly, there seemed to be some unusual movement from around the corner not far away.

With an unprecedented sense of danger, he subconsciously took Joyce into his arms and darted her along with him into an old building, and hid in the small space under the stairs.

Joyce hardly dared to breathe as she leaned against Karl's chest. His body was so hot and close that she could even hear his strong, powerful heartbeat, which was growing faster and faster, and gradually becoming disorganized.

Sure enough, in less than a minute, the "ta-da" footsteps sounded after them. The steps sounded heavy, so it was certainly a man.

The man glanced around and then walked into the house.

"Damn it, where did he go?" He rummaged around, cursing in a low voice.

It was Ricky's voice, and Joyce could hear it.

She drew in a cold breath of surprise, her lips slightly open.

Seeing this, Karl hurriedly covered her lips with his hand and signaled her with his eyes to keep quiet. They must not get discovered at this time. Judging from the sound of his footsteps, Karl thought that Ricky must be carrying heavy weapons, and with Ricky's speedy reaction, he would certainly hurt at least one of them. He did not want Joyce to suffer any harm.

Moreover, once they got Ricky alarmed, they might lose the opportunity to get him a deadly blow.

There's a good chance they would never find Ricky again.

Joyce blinked, indicating that she would not make a sound.

Karl nodded and slowly put away his hand. The warmth of her lips remained in his hand, and the soft touch just now made him uncomfortable. Whether it was because of mental tension, he did not know, but a thin layer of sweat permeated his back.

Luckily, Ricky walked around the house and eventually didn't find them.

Then Ricky left the house. Judging from the sound of his footsteps he must have gone to the southeast.

After Karl determined it was safe, he brought Joyce out from under the stairs.

He lowered his voice and said in her ear, "Victor must be hiding somewhere, and Ricky is looking for him. We must find him before Ricky does."

"Hmm."

Joyce nodded solemnly.

"Stay close to me. I know this place well." Karl pulled Joyce, bent his body down, and walked slowly along the corner. Right now, he had to calmly analyze where he would hide if he were the injured Victor.

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