Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 287

He looked at his watch and in less than five minutes, the others would arrive and join him.

This time, the assassins and mercenaries he called were unarmed because he was afraid that the police might get something once they knew the source of the weapons. He underestimated Joyce again, not knowing that Joyce was a sharpshooter, but he still believed they were able to capture Joyce and Luther because of their numbers.

He was looking forward to the good show that was to follow.

Luther and Joyce ran out not far before they sensed danger was approaching.

At this time, the sun had completely sunk below the horizon, and the sky gradually darkened. The wind was rising already blowing leaves everywhere. A flock of birds returning to their nests skimmed overhead and scattered everywhere like frightened.

The killers were already approaching.

Although Luther carried a flashlight with him, he did not dare to turn it on easily.

Once he turned it on, there was no doubt that they would also see the light.

Behind them came a burst of rapid footsteps.

The thugs had caught up with them from behind.

No, footsteps could be heard all around them – they were just everywhere.

"What should we do? It seems like there are killers coming from everywhere." Joyce's eyebrows were furrowed and her expression was grave.

Before she could say anything more, those killers had emerged all around them. They were all hidden behind the trees, in a closed circle, trapping them in a group.

Ricky ordered coldly, "Everyone be careful. This woman’s gun is quick and accurate. When it gets a little darker, her gun won't work that well though!"

Luther subconsciously shielded Joyce behind himself.

"I'm running low on bullets." Joyce whispered, "Besides, I can’t see them clearly now."

Several of the assassins surrounding him retreated in succession.

The wind suddenly rose, and the cold wind whistled and ravaged every valley, rolling up layers of fallen leaves up into the air, like a group of devils dancing wildly.

Suddenly, Ricky called out, "I already have Joyce!"

Luther jerked to a halt, and because of the distraction, he was inadvertently hit with a punch, and he took several steps backward, tasting blood between his lips and teeth.

"Luther, your woman shot and wounded so many of my brothers. I have just drugged her and will reward my brothers with some fun later. You can just enjoy yourself on the side." The cruel voice was like a ghost.

Ricky turned on his flashlight to illuminate the situation in front of him.

Joyce had been tackled one-handed by one of the thugs, and a cold dagger was being held against her delicate neck.

"Damn." Luther let out a low curse and panicked.