Chapter 659


    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 arge 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.


    The bottom line was that they had limited ammunition, and Karl left in such an urgence and didn''t carry


    enough supplies, while Ricky hade well prepared. Every shot she fired had to be able to reach her


    target.


    She nced at the ce where she had bandaged Karl earlier. Blood was seeping out again, quickly


    staining thevender satin. It seemed that the bandage could not stop the bleeding. What’s worse, for


    all the while Karl had endured the pain, he had increased the bleeding because he had been driving


    hard.


    This was not going to work. He would lose too much blood and his life would be in danger. He must


    rest t on his back to stop the bleeding.


    Although only Ricky was chasing behind them at the moment, maybe Ricky would call a group of killers


    to surround them together.


    Would Karl be able to hold on by then?


    They were in tremendous danger right now.


    Ricky wanted to killed her, and she had got so many innocent people involved. Victor nearly died. Karl


    was shot in the abdomen, and blood was still draining out of him. His lips were turning white by the


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    minute.


    All of this was her responsibility.


    She kept ming herself. She felt so guilty that she bit her lower lip and it turned pale. Crystal tears


    seeped from the corners of her eyes.


    She quietly raised her hand to wipe it away and took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions.


    Karl was attentive enough to notice the changes on her face, and he knew what she was thinking.


    He spoke thoughtfully, "What are you thinking? You think you''re the one who brought me into this? That


    Ricky was targeting you? Now that the analysis institute has been blown up and Victor has been


    seriously injured, you feel guilty?"


    Joyce was stunned, and her shoulders trembled slightly. He really knew her well. Although she tried to


    hide it, he still saw through it.


    "Don''t you forget, I''m a detective, and Ricky is a vicious criminal. It’s my duty to catch him. It would only


    be dereliction of duty to turn a blind eye to it."