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.

situation was critical and imminent. Joyce

the steering wheel, and looking at her worriedly. He saw her skillfully opening the safety

turned sideways and probed out

“Bang” a gunshot.

consistent and in

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

was another “bang”.

with a flat

One more.

shots hit the tires of the car chasing

Joyce “snap” unbuckle the seat belt, the whole person lying sideways on Luther. She handsomely held the pistol

long, slender index finger

to be fixed in

extremely fast and the wind was blowing hard, scattering her long black hair, which was floating on his

Valiant, handsome, no words

bullet flew out, cutting a perfect arc in the air

two tires burst at the same time, and the body instantly overturned, landing with a “boom” a loud noise.

marksman who can be accurate to 0.01mm. She was already merciful, if she burst the tank, all the killers inside will be

gas pedal, and the limousine whistled and