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.

when the other three were in pursuit and ready to continue shooting into the water, Joyce backhanded a few darts that

back in Joyce’s hands in a matter of moments as they arced through the air in a beautiful

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did not cut their carotid artery, it was so powerful that if they did not stop the bleeding in time they would

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one knew about her more glorious past. She won a gold medal in the National 10M Air Pistol Competition Junior Cup and could have won the World Shooting Championships,

accuracy. Ten rings were nothing but a regular occurrence to her. Throwing darts

who just jumped into the water must have been injured, and perhaps would

much thought, she went straight over the railing and leaped into the water.

the water was so heavy that she spent a lot of effort dragging the

thick clouds had obscured the moonlight, and there were no streetlights around, so it was completely impossible

man who was shot choked unconscious and lay motionless on

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pressed hard and repeatedly on his chest, several times, and he still hadn’t spit out the water

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