Female Novel
Chapter 1194
Joyce slowly walked up to Charlotte, her voice calm and soft.
She looked down at Charlotte from above, a quiet smile blossoming on her lips.
"Do you have any wet wipes?" She reached out, asking Luther.
She knew Luther had a serious cleanliness problem now and could not stand other women touching
him.
She's seen a few times where office personnel have accidentally touched him and he's had to wipe up
with a wet paper towel for a long time afterwards.
She also knew in her heart that he made an exception for her. Or maybe it had something to do with
her that he had developed such a serious cleanliness problem.
So, he usually carried it with him.
Sure enough, Luther took the wet wipes he carried from inside his coat pocket and handed them to
Joyce.
Joyce took it and removed the wet wipes.
In front of Charlotte, she slowly and methodically wiped her beloved pistol, carefully, inside and out.
Just now her pistol, which was touched by Charlotte, so it was too dirty.
After wiping it clean, she pinned the pistol back to her waist.
Wiping his hands clean again, he then discarded the wet paper towel on the floor.
Charlotte's limbs continued to gurgle blood, when the pain was so extreme that she could no longer
feel the pain.
She was left hanging with her last breath, her face twisted like a ghost, questioning with all her might,
"You ... lied to me ..."
Luther squatted in front of Charlotte, looking disgusted and disdainful, "Joke, all this time, it's been you
who's been lying. Why can't we lie to you? What? How does it feel to be lied to? Isn't it infuriating?"
He was deceived by Charlotte, and he dreamed of killing Charlotte himself to vent his anger.
However, he wanted to leave the opportunity to Joyce.
So, after entering the rotten building, he never made a move, but just watched.
"..." Charlotte gushed a large amount of blood from her mouth and looked at Luther as if she saw a
ghost.
She saw with her own eyes that the bullet hit his heart, and to this day, his coat still had the scorched
marks of the bullet hole.
How was that possible?
How could he be unharmed?
Was it a ghost standing in front of her? She was scared! How could she not be afraid of a ghost
knocking on her door after all the bad things she had done? She showed a frightened and horrified
expression, unable to believe it.
Luther laughed softly.
In front of her, he opened the buttons of his coat to reveal the suit inside.
Above the breast pocket of the suit, a special pin was found.
Joyce bought it especially for him and wore it by hand, and specifically instructed him to wear the pin
no matter what he changed. Her words, he would naturally listen.
He took the pin off.
Much smaller than a coin, like a badge, right in the middle, unbiased, stuck a bullet.
Special bullet-proof material, the bullet sank deep into it, but could not penetrate, just right.
He brought the pin closer to Charlotte so she could see the bullet and see it clearly.
"You said it yourself, Joyce is a world class shooter. Do you see clearly?"
In fact, he was shocked within his own heart.
Joyce took the precision too well. The key thing is that he wears his suit inside and his coat outside.
From the outside, you can't even see the pins inside the suit.
As it happens, he's wearing the same suit Joyce gave him to wear the pin in today.novelbin