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.

boulder, holding a sharp dagger, lunged forward and wanted to stab Luther

good at it, so he dodged the dagger quite lightly. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

he had to end the fight quickly, so he concentrated on

knew that he was going to lose

quickly drew his pistol and pulled the trigger, hitting the Killer in the

not fatal, but it was enough to make

his knees in agony, his hands covering his stomach and twitching, and finally he fell face down onto the gravel,

actually

just now the loud

felt so surprised and happy, thinking that the police had finally arrived, and hurriedly took

coming, who was actually Luther, she was stunned and thought that something

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

did he get here? And how did he find her? How did he get here even before

came here alone? Did he also want to get himself killed? She could not understand what

now, it was not the time to think about these

and Luther was at the other, separated by