"Luther, give up!"
Ricky finally gave a wild laugh. Everything, after all, was still under his control, and no one could escape his hand.
Joyce just had trouble seeing in the dark and couldn't shoot accurately, so naturally, she was no match for these professional killers.
Her gun was kicked away during the fight just now and immediately afterward she was captured alive by the masked man.
She didn’t know what kind of medicine the masked man fed her. He poured a small bottle of liquid down her throat, colorless and tasteless. One of the thugs was responsible for holding her prisoner while the masked man lifted her shirt and tied some ice-cold object around her waist. It was too dark for her to see at all.
Luther quickly drew his own pistol, looked alert, and confronted the thugs.
Because he had a gun in his hand, the rest of the thugs did not dare to approach him for the time being.
He approached Joyce step by step, calm and ruthless.
"Don't come any closer, stand still." The thug who was holding Joyce was so shocked by Luther's cold and ruthless aura that he couldn't stop trembling when he spoke.
"Put the gun down now! Or I'll kill her now!" The thug yelled out of control.
The rest of the thugs have turned on their flashlights, and the incandescent light suddenly illuminated the surrounding environment.
"Don't listen to him!" Joyce, undaunted by the dagger across her neck, shouted out while the thug was distracted and his grip was loosened.
"Bitch!" The thug, very much annoyed, kicked Joyce hard.
Joyce stifled a grunt of pain and collapsed to her knees.
The thug took advantage of the situation to hold her more firmly, the sharp blade leaving a shallow bloody mark on her neck.
At that moment, Luther almost lost his composure, "Don't hurt her."
Joyce narrowed her eyes, and her gaze showed a cold light of determination and toughness, and a subdued smile rose to the corners of her lips. She told him with her eyes that there was no compromise!
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