Almost at the same instant.
Karl fired the car up. He put it in reverse gear and slammed hard on the gas.
The car pulled back sharply like an arrow off the string, effectively dodging most of the bullets.
"Pop, pop, pop!"
The remaining bullets splashed over and the car glass was instantly pierced.
Joyce and Karl instinctively leaned down to dodge the bullets, and Karl even used his own body to protect Joyce.
It was a very powerful machine gun, so it would not be sensible for them to drive directly past Ricky, or they would be shot like a sieve.
But it wasn’t an option for them to just sit back and wait, either.
The next moment, Joyce saw her chance. She looked up and, from a hole on the broken car glass, pulled the trigger and fired a shot.
Ricky dodged to the side. The bullet therefore did not hit the vital parts, but his arm was still grazed by the bullet. Damn, he cursed in pain. It was Joyce who wounded him last time and he could not shoot as precisely as he did. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had to carry such a bulky heavy gun that slowed him down, and he would have caught them long ago.
Since Joyce and Karl both showed up, it could only mean that they had got the evidence.
Since Ricky was interrupted, Karl was finally able to catch his breath. He hurriedly accelerated the car backwards and turned the car wildly at the end of the alley. He put it in gear and stepped the gas pedal hard.
The car sped out like a arrow off the string.
"You are so good at driving." Joyce's heart was pounding, but her words relaxed them both quite a bit.
"He'll catch up soon, and we have to hurry. He's carrying heavy weapons, so let's not take him head-on." Karl spoke with a few tremors in his voice, and his breathing was uneven.
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