The car Ricky was driving that was significantly better than their shabby Ford. They were slow and without a front windshield.
Joyce, gun in hand, peeked out the car window, "His gun has a short range and can't get to us for now. Can you drive a little faster?"
"Pedal to the bottom already." Karl kept breaking out in a cold sweat, his voice shaking. It was only a matter of time before Ricky caught up with them.
Joyce gave him a worried look.
Seemingly, his condition was more serious than just now.
"You hold on for a while, and when he catches up with us, I'll shoot his tires. However, your pistol doesn't have a long range either, and we need to get closer." Joyce now focused entirely on the car behind them and Ricky was about to catch up with them at any moment.
"I'm going to take the off-ramp. The road ahead is curvy and has many turns. Ricky's vision will be affected to some extent and the speed of the car will be less of a problem. Sit tight. I'm going to make a sharp turn now."
Karl said and hit the steering wheel hard. The car suddenly turned onto the side road for a wild ride.
Joyce firmly grasped the seat belt to stabilize her posture.
At the moment Karl made the turn, a few bullets came flying from the rear, but fortunately they all fell short. Some of them grazed the body of the car, but still, they caused no real damage!
"Beautiful, what a timely turn!" Joyce praised, and Karl was indeed quite good at driving. He was able to control the car so well even when he was injured.
"Ricky even has a large caliber pistol, and the wind is in his favor. We don’t have an advantage here, and he will be able to hit us first."
Joyce frowned gently.
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