Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 657

Almost at the same instant.

Karl fired the car up. He put it in reverse gear and slammed hard on the gas.

The car pulled back sharply like an arrow off the string, effectively dodging most of the bullets.

"Pop, pop, pop!"

The remaining bullets splashed over and the car glass was instantly pierced.

Joyce and Karl instinctively leaned down to dodge the bullets, and Karl even used his own body to protect Joyce.

It was a very powerful machine gun, so it would not be sensible for them to drive directly past Ricky, or they would be shot like a sieve. But it wasn't an option for them to just sit back and wait, either.

The next moment, Joyce saw her chance. She looked up and, from a hole on the broken car glass, pulled the trigger and fired a shot.

Ricky dodged to the side. The bullet therefore did not hit the vital parts, but his arm was still grazed by the bullet. Damn, he cursed in pain. It was Joyce who wounded him last time and he could not shoot as precisely as he did. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had to carry such a bulky heavy gun that slowed him down, and he would have caught them long ago.

Since Joyce and Karl both showed up, it could only mean that they had got the evidence.

Since Ricky was interrupted, Karl was finally able to catch his breath. He hurriedly accelerated the car backwards and turned the car wildly at the end of the alley. He put it in gear and stepped the gas pedal hard.

The car sped out like a arrow off the string.

"You are so good at driving." Joyce's heart was pounding, but her words relaxed them both quite a bit.

"He'll catch up soon, and we have to hurry. He's carrying heavy weapons, so let's not take him head-on." Karl spoke with a few tremors in his voice, and his breathing was uneven.

At first, Joyce did not notice, thinking that he might have been just too nervous just now.

"Hmm. You are right. But it did surprise me that a criminal police officer could be so good at stealing cars." She teased. She hoped that the light-hearted topic could distract them both a bit and they would not be so nervous all the time.

This is also her year training for so long shooting accumulated experience, the more critical moments, the more you have to let yourself relax.

"Huh." Karl bit his lip tightly and let out a low laugh.

He modestly answered, "Just the basics."

In fact, he admired Joyce's calmness. If he had come with any other woman today, they would only scream and cry, or even faint in fear, but Joyce coped with the situation rather calmly.

Joyce was even able to dodge the bullets with the sounds the made. Thanks to that, they could have the chance to hide in the car.

Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Karl pulled onto the expressway.

Joyce breathed a sigh of relief at this.

The situation was still grim. How were they going to get the evidence to a safe and secure place. After all, they were now far from the city, satellite communications had been cut off, and they didn't have the time to get any helps.

"Where are we going now?" Joyce asked.

"I'm trying to drive back to the police station and I don't know if I can make it. It's too far from downtown, and Ricky must have got some helps. Surely he'll cut us off midway." Karl gasped heavily, beads of sweat sliding unnoticed down from his forehead.

"Joyce, you call Franklin for me. The phone is in my pocket." Karl said as he drove.

"Good." Joyce reached into his pocket, took out her cell phone, and dialed the number Karl had just dialed.

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