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.

other three were in pursuit and ready to continue shooting into the water, Joyce backhanded a few darts that sliced precisely across the necks of the three assailants with a series of

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

boomerang dart around had been a habit for

rang out as several thugs

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

with honor from the Manufacturing and Design school of Khebury University of Conard, was

Competition Junior Cup and could have won the World Shooting Championships, leading all

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

into the water must have been injured, and perhaps would

the railing and leaped into the water.

the man in the water was so heavy that

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

choked unconscious

has participated in the FirstAid Volunteer Training Program, where she learned various first aid techniques.

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

No matter, she frowned, closed her eyes, and went straight to his lips. And then she blew