"Let's go our separate ways and leave each other alone!" Georgia said, turning away and continuing to look for a way down the mountain.
Joyce saw Georgia go and she got out of the bushes.
The fire did not attract rescuers but instead more killers.
The sun was still hanging in the sky, wavering, but soon it would be dark. Deep in the forest, she was alone, and with no equipment, how should she make it through the long night?
She couldn't help but feel scared at the bottom of her heart. At this moment, a handsome and long figure came to her mind.
Luther, did he know she's been kidnapped? Would he come looking for her?
Deep inside, she vaguely expected, but at a second thought, did not dare to expect that he would come to her rescue.
She was walking and suddenly stopped, with a bad instinct.
Someone seemed to be coming up behind her. She heard some footsteps, and there should be more than one.
She snapped back, and sure enough, three thugs came out of the bushes in a steep scramble.
Each of them used a black hood to cover their face. One of them was different, he did not wear the plain black mask like the others but a gruesome ghost mask.
Joyce narrowed her eyes and her face was grave. Could it be that this man with that ghost mask was their leader? The mastermind of everything?
She knew in her heart that Georgia had built a fire for help and the shot she had just fired completely exposed her whereabouts.
Right now, it's better to make the first move.
"Finally, I found you!" One of the thugs just opened his mouth.
In the next second, he was already lying on the ground with a miserable scream.
In just a flash, Joyce fired several shots in quick succession, and two of the criminals were shot in the knee and fell to the ground, except for the man wearing a ghost mask, who stood behind a large tree all the time.
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