FreeNovelHe grinned lecherously as he looked around for Joyce and finally found Joyce in a corner.
Looking at Joyce, who was hiding in the corner and shivering, her eyes full of fear, he was even more emboldened, his brain was
completely occupied by his sexual imagination and his guard was all behind him.
"Hey, hey, con, helprelax a bit, and | will not treat you badly." As he said, his dirty hand was about to touch Joyce's thin
shoulder.
"Bang!"
This man's eyes widened like a copper bell, looking at Joyce incredulously. His legs went limp, tumbling all over. Before his eyes
Joyce stood up high holding an iron fire poker in her hands.
The blow was quite serious. He tried to move, but he could not; he wanted to curse, but his throat could not make a sound. Finally
he fell down helplessly, closing his eyes.
"Bang!" Joyce hit him hard again with the iron fire poker.
He just fell to the ground and twitched, not even making a sound.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJoyce sighed in relief, certain that he had passed out.
Georgia was alarmed by the sound, and the rope on her feet had been released. She was after all a mercenary, and she was strong
enough. The water just now had helped her a lot, and she stood up and cto Joyce.
"He's dead?" Georgia went up and kicked the man.
"No, he just passed out." Joyce threw away the iron fire poker in her hand.
"Why not just kill him? He'll still be looking for us everywhere when he wakes up later." A flash of ruthlessness crossed Georgia's
eyes, but unfortunately her hands were still tied behind her back and Joyce didn't untie them for her, otherwise she would have
wanted to kill this poor man herself.
"How can the police track down the real culprit when everyone is dead?" Joyce coldly rebuffed, she found a rope used to tie herself
just now, and tied the man up firmly, "so he’s going nowhere."
"There's another person outside, be careful, he's coming in." Georgia, after all, was a mercenary and had a keen sense of hearing.
She sensed someone approaching the door and hurriedly warned Joyce.
The other man just finished making a satellite phone call outside, the unusual sound inside the house caused him to be alerted. He
subconsciously pulled out his pistol and called out in a low voice, "Ben, Ben, where the hell are you!"
But no one responded to him.
"Damn it." He realized that something must have happened to his brother, and with a "click" he loaded his gun and kicked open
the iron door with force and barged in.
"Be careful, he has a gun!" Georgia saw Tony barge in with a gun and subconsciously hid behind a haystack.
He saw Joyce had untied the ropes and was standing angrily not far away, and on the ground lay his brother. He was furious,
"Bitch, how dare you hurt my brother! I'll break your legs."
With that, he aimed the gun at Joyce's leg and was about to pull the trigger as he spoke.
At present he had not received instructions from his client, and at present he could not kill Joyce, which was the rule of the
industry.
However, in the moment he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly heard a muffled "bang" sound, then he felt a pain in his
wrist, and the pistol fell to the ground. He did not have tto pull the trigger.
Immediately after, there were two more muffled "bang" sounds, and he was shot in both legs and knees respectively. He fell to his
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmknees in no time.
Joyce's limited-edition pistol cwith a sound presser, and whoever heard the sound would think it was just fireworks, so they
would not alarm others around.
And with Joyce's professional gun speed, few people in the industry could match, let alone amateur killers like Tony.
That's why Joyce was able to shoot unhurriedly.
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