Chapter 1179

With the sound of the gunshot, Tommy looked down incredulously at

his chest. The pain was delayed, and he did not feel the pain yet. Only

dumbfounded, he looked at his chest and found a hole right in the

middle.

He's been shot! He's been shot!

Although he grew up inside the military, he had never experienced

actual combat.

Obviously, he pulled the trigger, but no bullets ever came out. Why it

worked just properly when it was in Joyce's hands?

He had been shot! He was so scared that tears instantly flowed down

his face and his lips trembled.

Then next, the delayed pain finally hit.

The overwhelming stimulation of the nerves went throughout his body.

He fell to his knees in pain and could not get up again.

"Oh, don't be afraid. The bullet penetrated from your right chest rib,

between the upper and lower lobe of the lung, so it's just a small wound

that won't kill you.” Joyce's lips hung a beautiful and stunning smile.

The shots were held with precision, as always.

"Why, why were you able to shoot?" Charlotte's eyes stormed above

her distorted face in disbelief.

"Because this is my gun, so of course it listens to me."

Joyce smiled smugly.

From the beginning, after entering the rotten building, she could see

that Charlotte only took Tommy with her, and Tommy did not have a

gun with him, so obviously Tommy was just an inexperienced personal

escort.

Compared to Ricky, who was a mercenary, ruthless and venomous,

Tommy would be much easier to deal with.

Her own pistol, which she had modified with her own hands, had a

special safety switch. Tommy would not know how to use her gun even

if they got it.

So, when Tommy pointed a pistol at her temple.

She had never felt afraid.

She went along with their acting, just to see what Charlotte was really

going to do.

It turned out that Charlotte still wanted her life.

“You bitch, what kind of trick are you playing?" There was not a trace of

blood on Charlotte's face.

Tommy had been knocked out by Joyce, and she had lost even her last

help.

She was not willing to be defeated like that.

She stepped forward and kicked Tommy hard, "Get up, you useless

thing! I order you to get up! Kill her! Avenge Cecelia! Get up!"

Tommy's chest was gurgling blood, and he was kneeling on the ground.

Covering his chest, he was completely unable to stand up.

Charlotte kicked him, as if on a ball of cotton, not a little effect.

"Charlotte, that's enough! He's no match for me." Joyce frowned.

Tommy was clearly just being hoodwinked and used by Charlotte.

Charlotte stared back at Joyce.

"Shut up, it's all your fault! Bitch!"

"Charlotte, how could Cecelia be my fault?" Joyce's sharp eyes

narrowed, "I think it is you."

Charlotte sniffed and shuddered as her mind went back to Cecelia

falling in a pool of blood.

Cecelia was so good to her, giving her all her love, and she pushed

Cecelia down, causing her to fall into a coma.

If not for her, how could Otis take the opportunity to stage a coup?

How could she have been tortured to death by Otis?

The Heath family was gone forever.

She was the one who caused the misery.

Like a stimulus, she suddenly covered her head with her hands in fear

and shook straight.

“No, it wasn't me. I didn't mean to do it!"