Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Joyce arrived near the fire when she heard unusual movement.

It sounded like some people were fighting.

She crouched down, hidden in the dense grass, and slowly approached.

The voice was becoming clearer. Sure enough, she heard Georgia’s hoarse voice.

Because of the distance, Joyce could roughly see that Georgia seemed to raise a vine in her hand and swept it wildly at the black-clad man, who was attacking her.

“Who are you? You even want to kill me, you’re tired of living!” She swept furiously, and the men in black retreated.

Joyce had known how powerful Georgia’s whip could be. It seemed that Georgia had used vines to make a long whip to protect herself after she ran away.

Visually, there were two men in black. Unlike the two who kidnapped her before, this time they both wore black hoods and she could not see their faces. It seemed that after the previous failed experience, the criminals had also changed their strategy.

“Ah!” Suddenly, one of the thugs cried out in pain, and hurriedly covered his neck with his hand, but still, he couldn’t stop the gurgling blood from flowing down, “You bitch, how dare you hurt me.”

He wanted to move, but his neck was bleeding too much and he was afraid of tearing his carotid artery, so he had to stop first to stop the bleeding.

The other thug shouted coldly, “You hurry up and stop the bleeding, I’ll deal with this bitch.”

With that, he drew his dagger and swung it straight at Georgia.

They had all been experienced killers or mercenaries. Only Georgia was previously imprisoned for three days, and she had no water or food, and the three days had consumed most of her physical strength. Just now she had dealt with one of them, and now she was too tired to confront the other.

Georgia fought and retreated and didn’t seem to be winning this time.

Joyce wanted to help but she hesitated. If she fired, even if her pistol came with a silencer, there was always a loud noise, which might alert the people around. She thought, however, they should get far more than the two in front of her. The rest, perhaps, were still arriving one after another.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

However, if she didn’t take action, sooner or later these people would still come after her.

“Bitch, you want to run? Tell me! Where’s the other woman!?” As he said, he never stopped his hand swinging his knife, and accidentally got a bloody cut on her arm.

“Hiss.” Georgia gritted her teeth, “How should I know, go find out for yourselves if you can!”

“You just want everyone to think I kill her, right?!” Georgia wielded the whip harshly.

Her strength was getting weaker and weaker, and she was gradually overwhelmed, watching the thug’s dagger about to stab her in the chest.

“Bang!” Joyce finally pulled the trigger, and a bullet hissed directly through the thug’s shoulder.

The thug fell to his knees in pain, and the dagger fell to the ground.

At this point, the thug who had got injured in his neck exclaimed, “Who’s that?!” He was so scared that he got up from the ground and couldn’t care less about stopping the bleeding and just wanted to escape.

“Want to run?!” Georgia saw the opportunity and raised her whip. She swept down, and the rough and barbed vines cut through the previous wound of the gangster.

“Ah!” There was a miserable scream from the gangster, and a large amount of blood instantly spurted out from his neck, staining the surrounding grass.

Obviously, it had been quite a fatal whip, and his carotid artery was cut and bleeding, and in the middle of nowhere, nobody could possibly save him.

Georgia picked up the dagger on the ground, and without hesitation, stabbed it into the thug’s heart. The thug grunted, fell limp, and did not move again.

Joyce was shocked. Although she knew that Georgia was once vicious enough, she was still shocked to see Georgia kill someone with her own eyes.

“Joyce, I know you’re around. Your silenced gunshot, I can hear it!” Georgia shouted, knowing Joyce must be hiding in the nearby bushes, “I’m not going to kill you. But if I don’t kill them, I’ll be the one who dies.”