Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 678

Joyce hid behind a boulder, and she intended to leave her current position.

She moved carefully, inch by inch, creeping up behind another boulder.

These stones were very hard and sharp, and when she put her hands on it, she felt like her hands would be cut at any minute.

She thought about the time, and Franklin might need at least another half hour or so before they could arrive.

It was such a long time actually. She felt like every minute and every second had been infinitely elongated.

"Joyce. You give me what you have, and I'll leave you alive. Just come out! You can't hide for all day!"

Ricky shouted again, he wanted to distract Joyce and lure her out for a quick battle.

He didn't want to delay too long in case the police might have fixed their systems and it would be too late for they to retreat.

"You throw your stuff out and into the open. I'll have my people stand aside and give you time to leave. How is that?" Ricky looked from side to side, repeatedly testing the waters.

As long as there was any movement, he would be able to roughly determine Joyce's location.

"Creak—"

Suddenly, he heard something.

Ricky turned back nervously and immediately raised his gun.

"Don't shoot! Boss, it was me. I stepped on the branch."

A killer spoke up to explain.

"Idiot, don't talk!" Ricky's face paled and he was just about to stop the killer from speaking, but unfortunately it was too late.

After a muffled "Bang", the killer fell to the ground.

His chest was pierced by a bullet, his blood splattered everywhere, and his expression was painfully grim.

Immediately afterwards, he fell heavily to the ground.