Chapter 277


    His eyes were fixed at Joyce at this time, who was standing right in front of him, holding a rose-red


    pistol. As the wind kept blowing, her eyes were stern and serious and cold, and her posture upright. He


    could hardly believe it. She actually could shoot! And her shooting was also incredibly urate.


    The bullets got his wrist and his knee exactly. Perhaps after receiving these three shots, he would not


    be able to stand up in his life.


    "Damn it! Bitch!" The man''s eyes were red with rage as he fell to the ground, and he was still trying to


    pick up the pistol he had just dropped with his left hand. The fact that Joyce shot him was actually such


    a humiliation to him.


    Joyce rushed forward, and with a flying kick, kicked away Tony’s pistol on the ground into the corner.


    "Don''t kill me, don''t kill me." He clutched his head in fear and begged for mercy. He had not expected


    to cross such a woman at this time and he was really asking for trouble.


    Georgia had been hiding behind a pile of straw, heard the silenced gunshots, and thought Joyce had


    met an untimely end. She was thinking about how she should get away, but suddenly she heard Tony


    begging for mercy.


    She was startled and hastily appeared from behind the pile of straw.


    She looked at Joyce with a gun in shock, eximing that Joyce could actually shoot so urately. She


    really did not expect that Joyce could do something like this and she had really underestimated Joyce


    before.


    "Kill him and let''s get out of here." Georgia stepped forward and said to Joyce.


    "Don''t kill me, don''t kill me." The man kept begging for mercy, and he was so scared, "It''s not that I


    want you dead, we just took an assignment."


    "Who sent you?" Joyce crouched down and pressed her pistol against the man''s temple, questioning


    harshly, "Tell me, or I''ll send you on your way with one shot."


    "I don''t know, I really don''t know! We all received our missions from the dar, and for every step we


    carry out we will have clear instructions from our superiors. Afterpletion, only then will we receive


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    the next instruction." The man said truthfully.


    "Don''t ask, it''s useless. He doesn''t know anything, and there are still more people behind the scenes."


    Georgia spoke coldly, "I was locked up for three days, and these two were just following orders. They


    don''t even know today what they''re going to do tomorrow."


    Joyce picked up a brick from the ground and mmed it into the back of Tony''s neck.


    And he passed out in no time.


    Then, Joyce looked around on Tony and found a satellite phone.


    "It''s useless. This satellite phone can only be used for a single line to contact their superiors, no


    externalwork connection." Georgia nced at it and knew what it was, "This is just how they usually


    do things on the darkwork. I know."


    "Let''s hurry up and leave this ce, we can''t stay here. They will soon find out we escaped and will


    continue to send people after us." Georgia urged Joyce.


    "Good." Joyce put away her pistol and left the house.


    She found Tony''s backpack near the door and took away some dry food and other things inside.


    Immediately after, they ran out a long way in one breath, and did not dare to stop and rest until they


    were sure they were far from the house.


    Georgia was physically exhausted and had fallen limp.


    Joyce also sat on the ground straight gasping for breath. She took the food she got from Tony’s


    backpack, and fed it to Georgia to eat. Georgia had not eaten for three days, and she must have been


    so hungry, but she also dared not rashly untie Georgia’s hands, so she would have to feed her himself.


    Right now, although they had escaped from the house, they got a new problem.


    As far as the eyes could see, there was a vast and endless sea of forest in front of them, with no end in


    sight at all.


    Farther away, they even saw an endless strip of mountains.


    They seemed to be in the middle of the mountains, not even knowing whether they were at the foot or


    half way up the mountain. They werepletely cut off from the outside world. No cell phone, and


    even if there was a cell phone, there was no signal.


    What should they do now that help from the outside was not possible?