Chapter 293

"What, now you think I'm handsome?" Luther hugged her smoothly and

teased her amusingly.

Joyce bit her lip in shame. What was that joke even for?

She lowered her head, her cheeks faintly warm.

The moment she looked down, she suddenly realized something was

wrong. Her clothes were cut by thorns at some point, all the way down

to her abdomen, revealing a red light that seemed to have been

flashing around her waist.

Luther's palm covered her cheek, trying to get her to look up at him

squarely as he continued to tease her, "What, embarrassed?"

"Wait, something doesn't seem right. Take a look at my waist, what is

this?" Joyce had no desire to joke anymore and let out a low cry.

She lifted the hem of her dress to reveal a black bandage.

"Just now, I've been hiding from the chase, and I'd forgotten that when I

was caught by the masked man, he seemed to have tied something

around my waist. At that time, I couldn't see anything because it was

too dark.”

Luther was shocked. His handsome face instantly lost color, and he

hurriedly shone his flashlight on Joyce's waist.

That was a narrow black strap, about five fingers wide, and it seemed

to be loaded with something. When he took a closer look, he found a

small LCD screen about three centimeters long, and that red light was

exactly from the LCD screen. Very inconspicuous, no wonder it had not

been noticed before.

Luther's heart sank abruptly as he looked up at Joyce, just as Joyce

also looked at the object around her waist and was looking up at him.

The four eyes met, each with an indefinable flow of emotions.

There were shock, disbelief, pain, sorrow, and despair that they had

tried so hard to hide.

At this moment, Luther's mind was blank, his thin lips could not stop

trembling, but he was too nervous to speak.

In this life, it was not that he had not encountered life and death, and if

it was just himself he could have dealt with it calmly. However, looking

at the living Joyce in front of him, he felt an unprecedented fear.

Eventually, it was Joyce who spoke first, “The screen shows that there

are 23 minutes and 43 seconds left, so that should be a time bomb."

At the words, like a sudden death sentence was pronounced, Luther

only felt his head buzzingll his mind blank, and he was no longer able to

think.

"No wonder that after we jumped down the steep slope, the gang did

not continue to chase us. It turns out that the masked man had already

installed a time bomb on me. Oh, really thoughtful!" In comparison,

Joyce was much calmer, she smiled sarcastically and bit her lower lip

coldly.

"I, 1, right away, figure out how to ... to get a bomb disposal expert.”

For the first time, Luther couldn't even say the full sentence as he

fumbled around on his body.

On the display screen, time ticked away second by second.

His hands kept shaking violently, and surprisingly, he fumbled for a

while before he finally found his own pocket.

However, after several tries, he found that he had long lost his satellite

phone and locator in the fight up the hill.

"Damn." He let out a low curse of pain.

He understood very well in his heart, that even if he was no longer

willing to face this harsh reality, they got at most 20 minutes from now

on, and how could he possibly find a bomb disposal expert to come to

their rescue. What's more, he was now completely cut off from the

outside world.

It had been so hard for them just to escape from the chase.

There was an even greater disaster that awaited them.