Chapter 681

Joyce counted within her mind that if Luther had knocked down one of

the killers with the shot earlier, and now she just knocked down

another...

Then there were still four of them left, including Ricky.

She still had one last bullet, which must be used in the most critical

moment and must not be wasted.

Now that Ricky had just lost two of his men for no reason, he was

infuriated. He just could not believe it that there were so many of them

and they could not deal with a mere Joyce?

Right now Luther was here too.

He sneered sadistically, "Luther, it seems like you are also quite tired of

your life! You can just stay here forever!"

“Ricky, you have no hope today. The police will be here soon! Put down

your gun and give up, and the Heath family may be able to save your

life.”

Luther bellowed sternly.

"Joke, no need for you to worry about me. I will make sure you won't be

able to see that."

Ricky laughed wildly, and then, fired several shots toward Luther.

Luther was agile with his movements and dodged behind the boulder.

Bullets hit the reef and there were brilliant sparks.

Joyce thought to herself that no matter how dangerous the situation

could be today, she must not shoot Ricky to death.

Because, once Ricky was dead, he would not be able to talk and she

would never have a chance to find out the truth.

Charlotte could put all the blame on Ricky, and she was still the

innocent Miss Heath.

This was not what she wanted.

She got only one bullet left, and she must keep it until the end.

But it's too hard to hit Ricky. He's too cunning and got no weakness.

She hoped Luther could take care of himself, because she really didn't

have the time to pay attention to him.

“Let's all go together and make it quick. You guys deal with him and I'll

deal with Joyce myself. She's almost out of bullets, so don't be afraid of

her."

Ricky waved his long arm and shouted.

For the remaining killers, they could finally end this whole thing.

They knew in their hearts that if they were caught by the police today,

they would die a much worse death.

Why not go out and fight!

The three killers went up with great determination. This was the only

way for them to go. One of them was very agile. He went straight

towards Luther, and kicked him in the wrist.

Luther didn’t dodge his kick in time and the gun in his hand fell to the

ground.

Another Killer tried to come forward and grab the gun.

Luther hurriedly hooked his toe and violently kicked the pistol very far

away, since it was too late for him to pick up the gun, and he must not

let them get it.

He intended to give the gun to Joyce, since the gun worked better in

her hands, but unfortunately he was too far away from her and he

couldn't do it.

It was actually only a few dozen meters, but at the moment, they

seemed to be in two separate worlds.

They could see each other, but they could not get any closer.

They were just nearby, but they could not even say a word to each

other.

The three Killers attacked again, and Luther was caught in a tough fight.

The three Killers were aggressive and he wasn't any more merciful than

them.

Just as he was fighting with the killers, a familiar yet strange scene

came to his mind. he seemed to have been through the same thing

once again.

Where exactly was it? What the hell was he going on?

He was confused.

The head started hurting again.

Damn it! He let out a low curse. He had his damn headache at such a

time.

Just when Luther got distracted, the three killers seized the opportunity

and one of them kicked him violently in the abdomen.

Luther bore the pain, muffled a grunt, and fell to one knee.