You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1709: Overestimating Themselves

After leaving Christian's mansion, Joyce and Darrin raced back home.

As they transitioned from the driveway to the expressway, Darrin suddenly straightened his body, pressing firmly against the seat,

his expression tense. He glanced at the rearview mirror from tto tand checked the side mirrors.

"What's wrong? Is something off?" Joyce asked.

Darrin furrowed his brow. "I feel like ever since we turned at the intersection, there has been a black Range Rover following us. |

actually noticed it on the side road under the expressway earlier, but | thought it was just my imagination. Now it seems

otherwise."

Joyce also noticed the Range Rover; their driving pattern was indeed suspicious.

"Darrin, you truly are extraordinary. You're much more perceptive than the average person. | didn't even notice because the Range

Rover was always two or three cars behind us, making it hard to spot," Joyce praised.

Darrin suddenly swerved the steering wheel and switched to the fast lane.

"General, who do you think they might be? Did Christian send someone to track us? After all, we just left Christian's mansion, and

being followed like this raises suspicions," Darrin asked.

Joyce shook her head. "It's unlikely. Although the Ballard Group has been caught between two factions in the past, Christian has

always been straightforward. If he had something to ask me, he would do so directly and not resort to this method."

"Then who could it be? You've just returned to Khebury, so it's unlikely to be your previous enemies," Darrin pondered.

Joyce shook her head again. "lI don't know. | didn't have many acquaintances in Khebury, and | can't imagine having any enemies."

"Could they be targeting Mr. Warner?"

Darrin glanced at the rearview mirror. "Not good, they've caught up. They were trying to hide before, but now they're suddenly

unrestrained."

"It's probably because of the road we're on now. There are very few cars, and they can't easily blend in, so they decided to reveal

themselves," Joyce analyzed.

Darrin nodded. He suddenly sharply turned the wheel and crossed two lanes.

It was because the vehicles behind them had suddenly rushed forward, attempting to ram into the back of their car.

"Heh heh, Darrin, you're quite skilled at driving," Joyce firmly held onto the handrail. "I take back what | said before about wanting

you to return to the Capital. It seems that Khebury is more complicated than | imagined, and | need you by my side."

Darrin smiled proudly. "General, you finally realized my value. The Marshal must have senthere for a reason."

As he spoke, he turned the steering wheel sharply again, evading the black Range Rover that had caught up with them, and sped

forward.

"There are at least four or five cars chasing us."

Joyce counted through the rearview mirror. "They cprepared. Be careful, the last black SUV has been modified and likely

carries firepower."

"If we engage in a firefight in Khebury, will it cause a social uproar? I'm concerned about that. The Marshal repeatedly emphasized

that | must keep a low profile," Darrin furrowed his brow. Removing the cars chasing them from behind was not difficult for him.

However, he worried that if there was too much commotion and it was discovered that military warlords were involved, it would

have a negative societal impact on the warlords.

"l understand. The warlords have just gone through a transition period, which has already caused inconvenience to the public.

Moreover, with the new president taking office, any disturbances caused by the warlords at this twould create trouble for my

father," Joyce rolled down the car window and adjusted the angle to shoot.

"I'm aware of that too. If they don't cross the line, | won't open fire. Just focus on driving forward and try to take secluded routes to

avoid affecting innocent people. I'll handle it," Joyce narrowed one eye, her expression serious.

"Alright."

Darrin stepped on the accelerator, turned onto another elevated expressway, and the vehicles closely following them were

exposed. Joyce counted, and there were five in total. They all followed onto the sexpressway.

"Darrin, get out quickly!" she suddenly shouted.

Darrin instinctively swerved the steering wheel, and the vehicles behind them extended their windows and fired a shot at their car

trunk.

Fortunately, Darrin's superb driving skills prevented them from being hit.

At this moment, the modified SUV with firepower once again fired at them. Even with Darrin's skills, it was inevitable that one of

the tires would be hit.

The Humvee made a sharp, piercing noise, and the car body violently shook a few times.

The intense vibrationcaused by the burst tire felt like experiencing an earthquake.

"It's okay, General. Our car has eight tires, with dual tires on each side. They only managed to burst one, so it won't affect our

driving," Darrin quickly explained.

"I'll give them a little lesson."

*Click* A bullet was loaded into the chamber.

Joyce leaned sideways, sticking her head out of the window.

*Bang* A gunshot rang out.

The movements were connected, smooth and seamless!

Darrin saw through the rearview mirror that the modified SUV directly had a tire blowout, emitting a piercing sound, and after a 90-

degree turn, it crashed into the guardrail and cto a stop.

The other vehicles, as if provoked, unwillingly stepped on the accelerator and chased after them.

Joyce furrowed her brow. It seemed that warnings were ineffective against these extremely vicious individuals. They only

understood provocation. She had only intended to give them a warning, but since they were persistently chasing, she wouldn't be

polite.

She nonchalantly *slap* unfastened her seatbelt, turned her whole body sideways, and leaned out of the window. With one hand,

she firmly grasped the pistol, while the other supported the handle.

Her slender index finger rested on the trigger.

Then, *bang* a gunshot sounded.

Another vehicle's tire burst.

As if getting addicted to shooting, she continued with *bang bang bang*, three consecutive shots.

The tires of all five vehicles were burst one after another, the piercing sounds echoing continuously. In the end, they crashed into

each other in a sorry state, blocking the road and unable to move.

Joyce holstered her gun, shrugged her shoulders, and wore a face of regret. "| wanted to warn them, but I'm sorry, | got too excited

and couldn't control myself."

Darrin glanced at Joyce, unable to contain his amusement.

Indeed, the General's marksmanship was top-notch, instantly bursting the tires of five cars. It was a pity for those chasing cars, not

knowing what kind of person they had provoked, overestimating themselves and losing face.

"Now, let's go straight hor go to the police station to explain the situation?" Having shaken off the pursuing vehicles, Darrin

asked seriously.

Joyce massaged her temples, feeling a headache coming on. She disliked going to the police station to explain these matters. In

the past, Karl would handle them for her.

Now she had to face them herself.

"Let's go to the police station. Just to avoid unnecessary speculation," she sighed, realizing that she would be delayed again

instead of getting hearly.

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