Damn, the Range Rover was hanging in midair, and below was empty, leading directly to the first floor.
If the vehicle fell, it would surely be destroyed and killed on the spot.
Joyce had a momentary blank in her mind, feeling that all her thoughts were floating.
Her heart jumped to her throat, and she even forgot to breathe.
Worse still, she saw several vehicles racing towards Justin's Range Rover in the distance.
She knew any slight collision would be fatal.
At this moment, she must remain calm.
She took out her Glock pistol, nineteen rounds of ammunition, extra large capacity.
No matter how difficult, no matter how afraid, she had to overcome it.
On the other side.
Justin was in the Range Rover hanging on the edge. A vehicle was about to ram into him.
He closed his eyes and waited for his own fate.
All he could think of was that fortunately Anderson was not in the car.
But instead of the expected fall, he heard gunshots, followed by the sharp squeal of tires sliding over the ground, and then a loud rumble and the sound of an explosion.
He opened his eyes to find that the vehicle that was about to hit him had fallen directly from the ninth floor.
Thick smoke billowed up, and in the midst of the confusion, he saw Joyce. Her long hair flying, a gun in each hand, walking towards him while constantly firing.
Shell casings flying, smoke filled.
The vehicles that had rushed over were immediately shot flat by her.
One of the vehicles had all four tires shot out at the same time and lost control of direction, blocking the road. The subsequent vehicles collided and could not move forward, a mess everywhere.
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