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.

to continue shooting into the water, Joyce backhanded a few darts that sliced precisely across the necks of

in a matter of moments as they arced

around had been a habit

thugs hurriedly covered their bleeding necks

it was so powerful that if they did not stop the bleeding

who was about to graduate with honor from the Manufacturing and Design school of Khebury University of Conard, was never just a beautiful nerd.

She won a gold medal in the National 10M 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 competition at the final moment and had since

great marksman with 0.01mm accuracy. Ten rings were nothing but a regular occurrence to her.

Joyce rushed to the river, the man who just jumped into the water must have been injured, and perhaps would not make it much

she went straight over the

that she spent a lot of effort dragging the man to shore.

very dark that night, and thick clouds had obscured the moonlight, and there were no streetlights around, so it was

man who was shot choked unconscious and lay motionless on the ground.

Program,

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

did not give him artificial respiration? Human lives were at stake. No matter, she frowned, closed her eyes, and went straight to his