Chapter 287

He looked at his watch and in less than five minutes, the others would

arrive and join him.

This time, the assassins and mercenaries he called were unarmed

because he was afraid that the police might get something once they

knew the source of the weapons. He underestimated Joyce again, not

knowing that Joyce was a sharpshooter, but he still believed they were

able to capture Joyce and Luther because of their numbers.

He was looking forward to the good show that was to follow.

Luther and Joyce ran out not far before they sensed danger was

approaching.

At this time, the sun had completely sunk below the horizon, and the

sky gradually darkened. The wind was rising already blowing leaves

everywhere. A flock of birds returning to their nests skimmed overhead

and scattered everywhere like frightened.

The killers were already approaching.

Although Luther carried a flashlight with him, he did not dare to turn it

on easily.

Once he turned it on, there was no doubt that they would also see the

light.

Behind them came a burst of rapid footsteps.

The thugs had caught up with them from behind.

No, footsteps could be heard all around them — they were just

everywhere.

"What should we do? It seems like there are killers coming from

everywhere." Joyce's eyebrows were furrowed and her expression was

grave.

Before she could say anything more, those killers had emerged all

around them. They were all hidden behind the trees, in a closed circle,

trapping them in a group.

Ricky ordered coldly, "Everyone be careful. This woman's gun is quick

and accurate. When it gets a little darker, her gun won't work that well

though!"

Luther subconsciously shielded Joyce behind himself.

“I'm running low on bullets.” Joyce whispered, "Besides, I can't see

them clearly now.”

Both sides just stayed like that for a moment, and the sky was

completely dark.

It was suddenly all dark, with only a cold moon, a cold fog, and a few

silent stars.

“I've just sent a satellite location, let's hang in there for a while, Karl will

definitely be able to get here with his men." Luther comforted her,

holding her hand tightly and passing on the warmth.

In fact, he was not at all that confident in his heart. The mountain path

was not good, night had fallen, and he was not sure how long it would

take before Karl could find them.

Ricky suddenly shouted, "Everybody, ten times the bonus for those who

catch them.”

Several killers swarmed up after he mentioned the huge bonus.

It was dark and she could not see them clearly. Joyce fired a few shots

according to the sounds they made. Then she heard some screams,

and it seemed to have hit two people, but still, they outnumbered them

overwhelmingly.

There were simply too many of them.

Luther had been tangling with several thugs. He practiced boxing

before, and he was quite good at it. He knew that he must be quick,

concentrating on the attack. So he kept his moves neat and focused on

the vitals of the components.

Several of the assassins surrounding him retreated in succession.

The wind suddenly rose, and the cold wind whistled and ravaged every

valley, rolling up layers of fallen leaves up into the air, like a group of

devils dancing wildly.

Suddenly, Ricky called out, "I already have Joyce!"

Luther jerked to a halt, and because of the distraction, he was

inadvertently hit with a punch, and he took several steps backward,

tasting blood between his lips and teeth.

“Luther, your woman shot and wounded so many of my brothers. I have

just drugged her and will reward my brothers with some fun later. You

can just enjoy yourself on the side.” The cruel voice was like a ghost.

Ricky turned on his flashlight to illuminate the situation in front of him.

Joyce had been tackled one-handed by one of the thugs, and a cold

dagger was being held against her delicate neck.

“Damn.” Luther let out a low curse and panicked.