Joyce hand pause.
Luther is clearly on the verge of exploding.
Karl was on the verge of pulling him out, and being exposed to a gun is actually a very dangerous thing, and there's no guarantee that the gun won't go off.
By the faint light, Joyce caught a glimpse of Luther's expression already taut on the edge.
She smiled lightly, "Otis , I'm married. My husband, standing right in front of you at this moment."
Otis was stunned, he did not know, "divorce is not a matter of minutes to do?"
"Why would I want a divorce." Joyce gazed at Luther with her eyes fixed on him, "I love him. Why would I leave the man I love, the joke."
Although it was just a dislike of Otis' words.
But this was the first time Luther had ever heard her say she loved him to his face.
His original suppressed anger, at this moment, suddenly completely extinguished, can no longer set off a wave of wind.
Karl clearly felt Luther's body relax and he let go, not needing to worry anymore.
Otis' face turned black and blue.
Joyce's direct display of affection for Luther is too much for him to bear.
The hand that holds the gun can't help but shake slightly.
Joyce warned, "Otis , hold the gun steady. Chris and I are both there, he's in front, I'm behind, any break and we only have to shoot 0. 1 seconds faster than you, you have no chance of winning."
Chris is also cold, "Joyce, you are responsible for shooting him down, I am responsible for deflecting his bullets. Do you want to try and see whose gun is faster. Dare to bet?"
Joyce looked at Luther.
She certainly did not dare to bet that a little deviation could lead to the loss of Luther's life.
She couldn't take that risk, and of course she knew that Chris was just being deliberately provocative. They couldn't really shoot Otis, and if that were possible, the problem would have been solved long ago.
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