You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

One thing was for sure, Victor must be hiding nearby. He was seriously injured, so he could not walk far. Running rashly would only put him in a greater danger.

And right now he had lost contact with Victor again.

Then Victor was most likely to stay near the location he mentioned in their last call, so that they could easily find him.

Karl replayed the surrounding map over and over in his mind. The clock tower was too large a target, and the surrounding area was so empty that there was almost no place to hide. He quickly ruled it out. Near the bridge ... Suddenly, Karl remembered that there was an abandoned broken bridge near the clock tower. It was quite remote and well- hidden.

If it were him in such an emergency, he would have chosen to hide there.

"Go. I've got a place in mind." Karl led Joyce to the other side, "I probably know where Victor is now. We have to be quick, and sooner or later Ricky will think of what I am thinking now. It's just that he's not as familiar with this place as I am."

"Hmm."

the alleyways, over low walls and

and indeed, in the cave under the broken bridge, they saw

Karl rushed forward and lifted Victor up

probed Victor's nostrils and she breathed a sigh of relief,

furrowed. Victor's face was covered in blood, and there were a dozen hideous scars on his face, presumably from the broken glasses in that explosion. Victor's hands were now black from the fire and blood was gurgling and bleeding from his burned skin. There was hardly any intact skin on the

Victor, who had been with him for years, became what he was

up the report himself, Victor would not have been the one to suffer. Joyce wanted to give Victor an CPR and massaged his

Victor took a breather. He opened his tired and heavy eyes and showed a hint of excitement when he saw Karl, “Captain, Captain ...

save your strength. I've called the SWAT team and they will take you to the hospital once they arrive. You must hold on."

with difficulty to his

black box out, about the size of a pencil case, from Victor's chest. "What is this?" Joyce hadn't seen