Female Novel
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 carnovelbin
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 a large 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 had come well prepared. Every shot she fired had to be able to reach her
target.
She glanced at the place where she had bandaged Karl earlier. Blood was seeping out again, quickly
staining the lavender 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 flat 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
minute.
All of this was her responsibility.
She kept blaming 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."