Female Novel
Chapter 1599 Close To Desperation
Chapter 1599 Close to Desperation
Joyce couldn't move. She struggled desperately, tears streaming down her face, close to desperation.
The medicine in Otis's hand was definitely not simple.
Otis's purpose was not simple either.
No matter what medicine it was, she didn't want Luther to take it.
She didn't want to lose him. Seeing him in danger, she suddenly realized that she had fallen too deep
in his tenderness. A day without him was unimaginable.
Otis was strong enough to subdue Joyce without any flaws.
Luther looked at Joyce, suddenly he pulled out a dagger. This was snatched from Vance just now.
Otis didn't know what Luther was going to do. He dragged Joyce back a little, and he himself clung
close to the big tree for cover.
Joyce couldn't see Luther clearly, she could only see a blurry dark shadow, unknown fear overwhelmed
her.
In the darkness, Luther's magnetic voice came word by word with the wind.
"Joyce, remember, I love you, I will only love you in this life. If I forget you and hurt you again, don't
forgive me this time."
As the words fell, he used the dagger to cut deeply into his own arm, carving her name, Joyce, even if
he really forgot, he would remind himself of the deep love he once had for her, engraved in his flesh
and blood, and could never be erased.
Joyce's eyes warmed, and tears welled up again.
It was her carelessness, it was her fault, it was her wanting to prove herself, wanting to deal with Otis
herself, that eventually led everyone into trouble.
Luther finished carving, threw away the dagger, and swallowed the pills in the bottle.
Otis laughed wildly in triumph, "Haha, Mr. Warner is really heroic. I don't know what the medicine is, but
I dare to eat it. You are really touching for Joyce."
Luther coldly said, "I have taken the medicine, now let her go. I will notify everyone to retreat one
kilometer to let your plane take off. The antidote is in your hands, what else are you worried about?"
Otis had achieved his goal. He thought for a while, how to proceed next.
At this time, Chris finally arrived. He grappled with Colonel Roselin for too long, missed too much time,
and was also wounded in many places. He originally thought Colonel Roselin was a bronze, but he
turned out to be a king.
He found the night vision device and arrived to find that Joyce seemed to be hijacked. Not good, he
thought.
He sneaked over from the oblique rear quietly. Although Otis hid himself very well with almost no dead
ends, relying on experience, he made a noise and fired two shots at the big tree that Otis relied on.
The huge gunshots hit the tree trunk and the wood chips burst out like thorns shot at Otis.
Otis was unprepared and was disturbed. He was startled, and his wrist unconsciously loosened for a
moment. Taking advantage of this gap, Joyce suddenly tilted her head back heavily and slammed into
Otis's forehead. At the same time, she pushed Otis's wrists with both hands to separate the dagger
from herself for some distance.
A godsend opportunity, Luther flew up and kicked the dagger out of Otis's hand.
Joyce gained freedom, struggled out of bondage, and rolled to one side.
Otis judged Chris's direction by the sound and quickly sought shelter, using the bushes to block his
oblique rear to avoid being hit by Chris.
Luther then threw out his own gun, "Catch it."
In the darkness, it was difficult to see things. Luther threw it very accurately. Joyce caught the gun andnovelbin
almost at the same instant, relying on the sound of Otis moving, she blindly fired a shot.
Accompanied by a "bang", Otis groaned in pain.
The bullet accurately passed through Otis's leg, causing him to fall to the ground, unable to stand up
for a while due to the pain.
Chris rushed up from the oblique rear and aimed at Otis, ready to shoot.
Joyce hurriedly shouted, "Don't shoot, you can't kill him."
Chris hesitated, unable to understand, "Why? This bastard deserves to die a hundred times."
"He has the antidote. Can't kill him." Joyce was extremely anxious.
"What antidote? Damn it!" Although Chris didn't know what had happened, Joyce must have her
reasons.
At this time, Joyce ran to where Luther was, and Luther also ran to Joyce.
The two hugged tightly in the dark.
"Spit it out quickly, the medicine you just ate, think of a way to spit it out." Joyce forcibly pressed Luther
down, bent over, and kept patting his back. Her voice was crying, both fearful and anxious.
Luther tried, but couldn't spit anything out.
Otis was shot in the leg, but he didn't want to run anymore. He simply sat on the ground and said
coldly, "Don't bother, this medicine melts as soon as it enters the mouth and is absorbed as soon as it
enters the throat. It can't be spit out."
Chris's anger surged, kicking Otis to the ground, "What did you give him to eat?!"
He angrily walked up, subdued Otis, and tied his hands behind his back.
"Where is the antidote? Hand it over!" Joyce rushed to Otis and sternly questioned.
Chris knelt on one knee and kept searching Otis's body, trying to find the antidote.
"Heh heh. Do you think I would carry the antidote with me? You are too naive. This is my last chip." Otis
laughed wildly, although defeated, there was not the slightest fear or regret.
As if everything were just the game he had set up. Losing is losing, he didn't care at all.
"Where did you hide the antidote?" Joyce grabbed Otis's collar and interrogated, "Tell me, I can
guarantee you won't die. If you don't say it, we will always find a way to crack it. Isn't it the medicine
developed internally by the warlords? You have already failed! No one will listen to you anymore. Any
medicine you can develop, we can too. But by then, no one can guarantee your life."
Suddenly, a large spotlight shone over, accompanied by the roar of several armored vehicles crushing
through the grass and thorns, driving straight over.
The dazzling incandescent light illuminated the surroundings as bright as day.
"Otis, do you see it? Reinforcements have arrived. You are finished. Hurry up and say where the
antidote is!"
Chris also interrogated.
At this time, Luther leaned against a nearby big tree. He felt a little dizzy and didn't know if it was
because of the medicine or because he was stabbed in the abdomen. As the blood flowed, he felt his
body temperature was slowly drained little by little.
His thin lips began to tremble.
He shook his head hard, trying to make himself sober, but his consciousness became more and more
blurred.
Such a feeling made him even more afraid. Was it really a medicine to lose his memory? Was he really
going to forget everything? He didn't want to forget the experiences of life and death with Joyce. No!
After experiencing pain, he had no confidence to remember again... He was more afraid that he would
hurt her...
He leaned against the big tree and slid down little by little until he fell to the ground.