Chapter 683

The killer immediately turned around. He decided to give up Luther, and

darted towards Joyce. He was so fast that no one could ever stop him.

"Bitch, you hurt my brother, you must pay with your life!" The killer

cursed furiously. He did not have a gun in his hand, so he pulled out a

min grenade from his pocket and pulled the pin without hesitation.

Then he threw it straight toward Joyce.

Ricky was also disrupted because the killer came out of nowhere, and

he noticed with a sharp eye that Luther was completely flustered by the

killer's sudden move.

He was already so annoyed by Luther, but because of Charlotte he did

not dare to Kill him.

Now, he was in such a desperate situation anyway. He must get rid of

Luther as well today!

Ricky had been holding his gun and looking for Joyce, and now he

turned his gun around.

Since there was an opportunity and Luther was defenseless, it would

be a good chance to Kill Luther first.

One by one, they both had to die today anyway.

And at the moment, Luther was completely frozen, watching idly as the

grenade was thrown at Joyce, and his mind was blank.

The extreme fear made him unable to think, and he couldn't even move

his feet.

For the first time in his life, his brain could no longer direct his

movements.

He wanted to run up and save her, but he knew it was too late.

He tried to stop the killer, but the grenade was already thrown out.

He had no idea know, at this moment, what else he could do?

Joyce was now in a position very close to the cliff.

Even the mere blast caused by the grenade was enough to push her

fall off the cliff.

At this moment, deep down, he probably knew that it was irrevocable.

Was it their fate?

Endless despair overwhelmed him completely.

He knew that it would be futile and useless no matter what he did, and

he could only watch as the grenade flew towards her.

And nothing could be done about it.

There was no room even for him to struggle.

Suddenly he seemed to lose all his strength and thoughts. He did not

want to fight and did not even want to resist.

The other Killer's fists kept falling on his body, and he didn't move and

just took them, like he couldn't even feel the pain anymore.

All he could think about was Joyce.

Meanwhile, Ricky grimaced cruelly and seized the opportunity.

He turned the gun around and aimed it at Luther's forehead.

All it took was a little pull at the trigger.

Luther would be dead.

Ricky laughed rampantly with glee, and the thought of killing Luther

was too good to be true.

Unfortunately.

Suddenly.

"Bang".

Ricky's arrogant smile was frozen on his lips, and gradually the smile

became hideous, and then became stiff.

It did not hurt, but he lost his hearing, and gradually he lost all his

senses. In the end, he could not breathe.

He felt like his body was locked tightly, and his eyes were wide open,

as if he could not believe it.

The gun in his hand slipped and fell to the ground.

A bullet hit his forehead, right in the middle.

From behind him, from the back of his head, it shot through, leaving a

deep, bloody gash.

It was Joyce.

Ricky knew he was going to die, but there was still a trace of

consciousness. "Boom!" He fell heavily to the gravel ground and raised

quite a dust enveloping him. His eyes were wide open and he could not

see anything.

His ambitious plan... He tried so hard to have Charlotte, and to clear

the obstacles... He still wanted to be a general...

He did not expect that all of it would be ruined by Joyce ...