You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Luther’s car managed to lose them and dodge from side to side.
“Sit back!” He barked.

Then, Luther made a beautiful sharp turn. The Maybach sped up to 280 km/h, directly into the off-ramp, leaving them behind, only unfortunately it was a highway farther away from the city. They drove further and further away.

In a short time, the car behind them caught up again.

Joyce sat up straight, clenched her seat belt, and stared, “Who did you offend?” This was a country where the rule of law prevails in Knebury, where guns were blatantly fired.

Luther opened the center console with one hand and took out a pistol, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

She did not scream and cry in fear, bold enough to make him very surprised, but also did not have time to think about it.

As he drove, he opened the window and turned to shoot at the cars behind him.

The car was going too fast, and the wind was blowing violently into it. Luther can barely hold the steering wheel, but still wanted to shoot, which was obviously too difficult to juggle.

He had to race and try to shoot back the trailing car at the same time.
Luther was in trouble.

Then he heard Joyce’s calm and collected voice, “Give me the gun.” He thought he had heard it wrong.

Joyce said it again, “Give me the gun.”

Luther froze and glanced at her, completely unable to react.

critical and imminent. Joyce simply grabbed the pistol directly from his hand.

worriedly. He saw her

turned sideways and probed out the window.

“Bang” a gunshot.

consistent and in one go!

one tire of a car burst directly, emitting an ear-piercing, sharp sound, and

there was another

with a flat tire.

One more.

hit the tires of the car chasing him.

“snap” unbuckle the seat belt, the whole person lying

long, slender index finger overlapped the trigger.

seemed to be fixed in

wind was blowing hard, scattering her long black hair, which was floating on his face.

handsome, no words can describe her

bullet flew out, cutting a perfect arc in the air and hitting the front wheel of the last

burst at the same time, and the body instantly overturned, landing

a marksman who can be accurate to 0.01mm. She was already merciful, if she burst the

stepped on the gas pedal, and the limousine whistled