Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 667

"Mr. Warner, let's drive now and get in the direction of Joyce as soon as possible. Do you want to notify the police department so we can go out together? The more people, the safer, after all." Aaron said seriously.

"No, look, their communication system is back up." Luther reached out and pointed to the blue lights that lit up in the police station, and many SWAT team members ran for the door, fully loaded and ready to go.

"Get in the car and tell the helicopter to get in position." Luther made a quick decision.

"Good." Aaron sped the car out.

On the road, Luther put on his seatbelt while analyzing, "With the current distance, no matter how fast the police can be, they simply get to her within an hour."

"The most important thing is, I am worried that Joyce is driving the wrong way. What if she drives the car to the cliff? There is no way to go, and those thugs are still chasing her. What should we do? The situation is so critical and I must find her within half an hour. Right now only the helicopter can do it."

"Yes, Boss. You are so right in your analysis, and I didn't think of it."

Aaron was driving and calling for a helicopter.

A few moments later, he returned, "Boss, the helicopter is in place. It's an emergency use and we don't have enough space, so we can only use the smallest model. It can take only one passenger, what should we do?"

"I'll go alone, and you stay here." Luther ordered decisively.

"But, Boss, they must have got weapons and we don't know how many of them are there. It will be dangerous for you to go alone." Aaron was very worried, but he knew that he could not change Luther's mind. He took out a pistol from the center console and handed it to Luther, "Boss, this is your usual spare pistol, take it with you for protection."

"Good."

When Luther took the pistol, several familiar scenes suddenly crossed his mind, all of which were him handing the gun to Joyce.

"The gun worked better in your hands."

Where was it? Where were they? Did he ever say such a thing to her?

Where exactly was it? He trusted her so much and he put the gun in her hands.

Damn, he just almost remembered something.

Damn, the headache was so intense, and it started hurting again. Every time he recalled bits and pieces, he suffered tremendous pain. But apparently, from yesterday to today, his headaches flared up much more frequently, and more scenes from his past came to his mind than before.

Damn it, when exactly would he regain his memory?

"Boss, what's wrong with you? Got another headache?" Aaron glanced at Luther's pale face, the veins on his temples were popping up, and he asked worriedly. "It's okay. I'll just put up with it."

Luther rubbed his temples hard to ease the pain in his head.

"Boss, we will get to the nearest helipad soon. Is there anything else you need me to do?" Aaron asked.

"When I get on the helicopter, you immediately return to the Second Precinct. If they get any news, notify me immediately." Luther calmly instructed. "Okay." Aaron responded.

With that, he pulled into a small, open square, which was the closest temporary helicopter takeoff point for them.

The private helicopter was already in position, its huge propellers inciting a gust of wind around it.

Luther flew out of the car and boarded the helicopter. It closed its hatch, slowly ascended, and sped up toward the location where Joyce was currently located.

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