Chapter 658

Soon, Franklin got on the phone.

Joyce turned the speakerphone on.

Before he could say anything, Franklin's anxious voice came from the

opposite side of the phone, "Captain, I was trying to contact you. Our

location tracking system has also been compromised. Luckily you sent

us the location and SWAT has been on their way to save Victor. We

wanted to track your location again, but the tracking system was

suddenly broken. The technical department is now trying to fix it."

"Got it, that's not a surprise. I'm now heading from the 7th to the 8th

Avenue, but I can't guarantee that we won't change our direction. You

should track my location as soon as the tracking system is back. In

addition to my phone, you should also track Joyce's phone as well."

Karl instructed calmly.

"Captain, you must be careful. What are we dealing with actually? His

capability has been quite beyond my expectation.” Franklin said with

concern.

"Too late to explain. Hang up first." Karl was eager to cut the call.

"Wait, Captain, just got good news. SWAT has found Victor and is now

taking him to the hospital.” Franklin said excitedly.

"Great." Karl winked at Joyce, signaling her to hang up the phone.

Joyce hung up the phone in a hurry.

"For the sake of our safety, we should keep the call short. Our tracking

system at the police department was destroyed, and it must be Ricky.

But it's possible that Ricky has another tracking system of his own, and

he could track us in turn.” Karl explained.

"Hmm. I understand.” Joyce finished the call and put the phone back in

Karl's pocket.

This time, however, when her hand reached into his clothes, she felt

some moist and sticky liquid.

It was strange. What could that be?

When she looked up at Karl, she saw that his face was paler than

before, his thin, angular lips were trembling gently, and beads of sweat

were rolling down from his forehead. He did not look quite right, as if he

was in great pain.

Startled, she hurriedly drew her hand out and looked down. She was

stunned.

A shockingly bright red.

It turned out that what she touched just now was Karl's blood, and he

was bleeding!

"What's wrong? You're bleeding?!" Her voice was instantly hoarse and

tense.

"Did you just get shot? Where did you get shot?"

She sounded like she was crying already. Her hands kept groping

carefully on his chest. Finally, in the left side of his abdomen, she

touched the sticky blood again.

“It's okay. It didn't hit anywhere too serious.” Karl endured the pain and

said comfortingly.

"Hiss—" Joyce ripped off all the satin on her own dress.

She turned sideways and wrapped layers of satin around Karl's waist to

stop the bleeding.

"How can it be okay? Just now, the bullet shattered the glass, no

wonder you suddenly protected me. And you got shot! Why didn't you

tell me. At least you should let me drive now!" Joyce's beautiful eyes

were chewing on tears and she was extremely remorseful. She hadn't

even noticed. If something happened to Karl, how could she face

Juanita.

"Ricky seems to be catching up.” Karl caught a glimpse of the tears in

her eyes, and his heart was instantly filled with pain.

Joyce took a deep breath, but her hands did not stop moving. She

wrapped the satin tightly and hurriedly looked in the rearview mirror. It

was true that, not far behind them, a black Hummer was speeding

towards them.