You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Luther hurried through the bushes to the middle of the stone forest. Just now he heard the sound of the explosion, and his heart instantly began jumping. He never believed in God, but at the moment, he kept praying, “Joyce, you must be okay!"

Although he knew that she was a superb shot, no matter how good she was, it was not possible for her to fight all those killers alone.

He followed the direction of the sound of the explosion and hurried over.

The smell of smoke in the air was getting thicker and soon he found the place where the explosion took place. It looked like a mini grenade that had just exploded.

Its power was not really big, nor was it very small. There were pistols on the ground, all blown up and destroyed.

He then took a look around. Three killers were lying on the ground, and there was blood on their chests. They were shot, lifeless. He thought it was Joyce who did it.

Obviously, they had just gone through a fierce battle here.

If he was right, they should have entered the deepest part of the stone forest, which was closest to the cliff.

Without delay, he hurried ahead.

a boulder, holding a sharp dagger, lunged forward and

heard the movement. After all, he had practiced Judo quite a lot and he was quite good at it, so he dodged the dagger quite lightly. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website

quickly, so he concentrated on his attack. His moves were ruthless, and every move of his was targeted at

killer knew that he was going to lose and turned around to try to

the trigger, hitting

was enough to make the

his stomach and twitching, and finally he fell face down onto the gravel, no

there were actually not many places

loud noise

happy, thinking that the police had finally arrived, and

caught a glimpse of the man coming, who was actually Luther, she was stunned and thought that something must have been wrong

rubbed her eyes and looked again. She couldn't believe it when she was sure it

did he find her?

did he want to do when he came here alone? Did he also want

now, it was not the time

she was at one end and Luther was at the other, separated by