Luther's car managed to lose them and dodge from side to side.

"Sit back!" He barked.

Then, Luther made a beautiful sharp turn. The Maybach sped up to 280 km/h, directly into the off-ramp, leaving them behind, only unfortunately it was a highway farther away from the city. They drove further and further away.

In a short time, the car behind them caught up again.

Joyce sat up straight, clenched her seat belt, and stared, "Who did you offend?" This was a country where the rule of law prevails in Khebury, where guns were blatantly fired.

Luther opened the center console with one hand and took out a pistol, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

She did not scream and cry in fear, bold enough to make him very surprised, but also did not have time to think about it.

As he drove, he opened the window and turned to shoot at the cars behind him.

The car was going too fast, and the wind was blowing violently into it. Luther can barely hold the steering wheel, but still wanted to shoot, which was obviously too difficult to juggle.

He had to race and try to shoot back the trailing car at the same time.

Luther was in trouble.

Then he heard Joyce's calm and collected voice, "Give me the gun."

He thought he had heard it wrong.

Joyce said it again, "Give me the gun."

and glanced at her, completely unable

waste, the situation was critical and imminent. Joyce simply grabbed the

took firm control of the

her skillfully opening the safety catch, "click" a

sideways and probed

"Bang" a gunshot.

was consistent and in

in the rearview mirror that one tire of a car burst directly, emitting an ear-piercing, sharp sound, and came to a stop after a sharp 90-degree

there was another

with

One more.

tires of the car chasing

Luther's side, only to see Joyce "snap" unbuckle the seat belt, the whole person

index

to be fixed

going extremely fast and the wind was blowing hard, scattering her long black hair, which was floating

so gorgeous and cool. He

handsome, no words can describe her at

just saw her pulling the

arc in the air and hitting the front wheel of the

time, and the body instantly overturned, landing

a marksman who can

the tank, all the killers

on the gas pedal, and the limousine whistled and sped away. Far away from

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