You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The night was dark, the wind was cold, and the atmosphere of depression permeated the surroundings.

Luther knew he had been caught in a trap and was too careless. It seems that he was too comfortable for too long and ignored the danger.

The three men in pursuit behind them all had guns.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Several shots rang out, and after a struggle, Luther was still good, but after all, he was one against three. His leg was now grazed and wounded, and he gradually ran out of strength.

After struggling to get rid of his pursuers, he had no choice but to leap into the Han River, which was his last chance of survival.

Joyce was on her way. She had got something to do tonight, and Dean Rachel Armstrong wanted her to go back to the orphanage.

A few sudden loud noises made her instantly put up her guard.

Just from her experience, she knew immediately that it was the sound of gunfire. And it must be an AK47, held only by some international terrorists.

It was not like they were at war, and it was just too unusual to hear gunfire.

She followed the sound and saw several people fighting from afar, one of whom seemed to be injured and forced to jump into the Han River.

shooting into the water, Joyce backhanded a few darts that

in Joyce’s hands in a matter of moments as they

dart around had been a habit for

A miserable scream rang out as several thugs hurriedly covered

was so powerful that if they did not stop the bleeding in time they would certainly die.

Manufacturing and Design school of Khebury University of Conard, was never just a beautiful

Air Pistol Competition Junior Cup and could have won the World Shooting Championships, leading all the way to the preliminaries, but for some reason, she did not finish the

with 0.01mm accuracy. Ten rings were nothing but a regular occurrence to her. Throwing darts was a

just jumped into

went straight over the railing and leaped into

heavy that she

clouds had obscured the moonlight, and there were no streetlights around, so it

shot choked unconscious

in the FirstAid Volunteer Training Program, where she

repeatedly on his chest, several times, and he still hadn’t spit out the water he had choked into

matter, she frowned, closed her eyes, and went straight to his lips. And