After hanging up the phone, Luke sent a message to Selina and walked into the underground parking lot. No rescue workers had arrived here yet.
There was a huge collapse at the entrance to the parking lot, and no cries for help could be heard from inside.
The police officers who arrived were still worried about the big shots above and had no time to check the place.
I don't know what happened to Blake, but he was able to call Claire, and Claire just said she was trapped, so I guess it's not a big problem.
Luke's pace was not fast.
There have been many collapses here, and who knows what the situation is at the bottom of the building.
He didn't want to be buried in it too.
You may not die, but crawling out in disgrace will be a waste of time and embarrassing.
Taking advantage of this time, his keen sense of smell was activated again.
After going around several collapsed areas, he finally found the scent of a girl and a man.
Standing at the edge of a large pit, he looked at the situation below and understood the embarrassing situation of the two people.
A luxury Mercedes-Benz was at the bottom of the pit, tilted on its side with several large blocks of cracked cement pressing on it. It felt as if most of the car was buried inside.
The same is true. The cries for help cannot be heard very far here, and are difficult to hear at the entrance.
The people inside were unable to get out of the cement blocks and were trapped inside.
Luke did not act in a hurry, but looked around carefully.
He was not in great danger, but if he just pulled the two people out of the car and there was another major collapse around them, they might not survive.
Now that the two of them are in the car, it is actually the safest place.
After watching for a moment, he felt relieved.
The place where the car fell was an underground pipe, which just caught the car, but the surrounding concrete walls only had slight cracks and were far from collapsing.
Now, all he needs to do is physical work.
He jumped lightly onto the roof of the car and whispered, "Hello, is anyone home?"
The girl inside, who had stopped calling for help for a while, became excited and said, "Help, help me! I'm stuck inside."
Luke raised his voice slightly: "Don't worry, I'm cleaning up the cement blocks around here. Is your name Blake?"
The girl in the car paused: "How do you know? Did Daniel ask you to come?"
Luke chuckled. "Claire asked me to come. I'm her brother, a detective in Los Angeles. Didn't she talk about me?"
Blake in the car shouted in surprise: "Luke! Are you Luke?"
Luke smiled, his hands moving without stopping, and he casually pushed the heavy cement blocks aside: "It seems that you know, so there is no need to introduce it further."
Blake was surprised and excited: "She always tells me about you, saying that you are great and that you are her idol."
Luke laughed hard: "She always said that I was like an old man and that I did things slowly."
Blake listened to the noise above the car roof and felt a little amused: Old man? Slow
He was the first policeman to enter the collapsed underground parking lot to rescue people, and he was faster than anyone else.
Luke calmed Blake down a little with these few words, and then asked, "Blake, tell me about your condition now. Are you injured? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Can you move around in the car? Also, are there other people in your car? What are their conditions? Tell me as simply and clearly as possible."
Blake was stunned: This tone... really sounds like my father! No wonder Claire said you sound like an old man.
However, this thought only flashed through her mind as she quickly described the situation inside the car.
Blake herself was in the back seat and didn't seem to be injured, but the driver in front of her had been unconscious and was probably in a bad condition.
Before the earthquake, she had just gone downstairs and was preparing to take a bus home to rest.
As a result, the driver had just got into the car when the earthquake started and crashed head-on into the car next to him.
Before the driver could reverse the car, the ground collapsed and the car fell into the underground pipe. A pile of concrete blocks fell from above and covered the car.
All I can say is that her luck is neither too bad nor very good.
Among the fallen cement blocks, there were quite a few large ones weighing hundreds of pounds, but none of them fell directly onto the roof of the car. Instead, they fell from the side and were supported by other pieces.
Otherwise, although the quality of this luxury Mercedes-Benz car is good, the roof will definitely be smashed, and Blake inside will be crushed to death or suffocated.
The driver fell unconscious after the collapse and part of the right side of the car was flattened, squeezing Blake into a small space on the left, unable to move.
Luke listened to Blake's words and his hands moved quickly.
He was on the roof of the car, and neither of the people inside could see his movements, so he had nothing to worry about.
If he had not been afraid of throwing cement blocks randomly and causing another collapse or another aftershock, he would have rescued the people long ago.
Even so, Blake roughly explained the situation of the driver and her, and Luke finished the cleanup.
"Can you get out of the way of the skylight? I need to clear it and get you out," he asked.
Blake moved inside: "Alright."
Just as he finished speaking, Luke punched through the cracked skylight with a bang, then grabbed it and pulled it out.
Pulling out a small flashlight and turning it on, Luke handed it over. "Light up where you're stuck. I don't want to dislocate your joint."
Even though Blake was still in shock, he smiled and said, "Yeah, you are a strong man, Claire said so."
But she didn't take it seriously.
In this situation where it is difficult to exert force, it is not possible for an ordinary person to dislocate her joint.
Luke muttered in his heart: It's more than just dislocation. If I really use force, you might become a disabled person with missing limbs.
He doesn't want to do something like tearing a beautiful girl apart with his bare hands.
Yes, as soon as the flashlight was turned on, Luke confirmed Blake's identity, and she was indeed a beautiful girl.
Just as Claire said, her eyes were big, a deep gray-blue, with obvious sunken eye sockets, and they really looked like cat's eyes.
Secondly, she has a great mind and is a natural e.
As a girl who just graduated from high school, this is definitely world-class development.
Few girls in Los Angeles would cover themselves tightly in June, but he was still looking down from above through the skylight and could see everything clearly.
Claire was right. Considering the combination of these conditions, it would be difficult for him to find the wrong person.
A pretty girl may not have a pretty E cup, and a girl with an E cup may not have big grey-blue eyes and not be pretty.
These thoughts flashed through Luke's mind in an instant, not even taking half a second, and his attention was refocused on Blake's trapped body.
He directed her to use the flashlight to shine around, and he knew what was going on.
He stretched out a leg, reached in through the sunroof, and stepped on the backrest of the driver's seat: "Give me your hand and try to see if you can get in. If you feel any pain, remind me."
Blake stretched out her hands and felt a pair of large hands holding them. A steady but powerful force came slowly and her body was gradually pulled up.