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.

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

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

around had been a

several thugs hurriedly covered their bleeding

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

from the Manufacturing and Design school of Khebury University of Conard, was never just

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

but a

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

she went straight over the railing

in the water was so heavy that she spent a lot of effort dragging the man to shore.

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

who was shot choked unconscious and lay

in the FirstAid Volunteer Training Program,

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

artificial respiration? Human lives were at stake. No matter, she frowned, closed her eyes, and went straight