Chapter 642 Rescuing Blake the Pretty Girl
After hanging up, Luke sent a message to Selina and went to the underground parking lot. No rescuers had arrived here yet.
The entrance to the parking lot had collapsed. No cries for help could be heard from within.
Worried about the bigshots on the top floor, the officers on the scene hadnât had time yet to examine this area.
There was no telling how Blake was doing, but since she could still call Claire, who relayed that she was only stuck, it wasnât too big a problem.
Luke moved forward at a moderate pace.
This place had already collapsed in many sections. Who knew what the situation was like under the building.
He didnât want to be buried as well.
He probably wouldnât die, but it would be time-consuming and humiliating for him to crawl his way out, covered in dirt.
As he moved, he activated Sharp Nose again.
Going around several collapsed sections, he finally detected the scents of a girl and a man.
Standing next to a pit, he looked down below and understood the awkward situation they were in.
There was a luxurious Benz at the bottom of the pit, and half of the car was buried under a few cracked cement blocks.
That was why any cries for help here could barely be heard from the entrance.
The people in the car couldnât crawl out from among the cement blocks, so they were stuck inside.
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Luke didnât hurry to take action, but observed the environment carefully.
This place wasnât a danger to him, but if another cave-in happened as he was dragging the two of them out of the car, they might not be able to survive.
It was actually safer for them to stay in the car for now.
After examining the surroundings for a moment, Luke relaxed.
The car just so happened to fall into an underground passage. However, there were only thin cracks in the cement walls, so it wouldnât collapse anytime soon.
Now, all that awaited him was the hard labor.
Jumping nimbly onto the top of the car, he called out softly, âHello, anybody in?â
The girl, who had already stopped calling for help, got excited. âHelp! Help me! Iâm stuck in here!â
Luke raised his voice a little. âDonât panic. Iâm clearing the cement blocks around you. Are you Blake?â
The girlâs voice paused for a moment. âHow do you know that? Did Daniel send you?â
Luke chuckled. âClaire called me. Iâm her brother. Iâm an LAPD detective. Sheâs never mentioned me?â
Blake exclaimed in delight from the car, âLuke! Are you Luke?â
Amused, Luke didnât stop moving and casually shifted the heavy cement blocks to the side. âIt seems that you do know me. Then I donât need to introduce myself.â
Blake was both surprised and thrilled. âShe talks about you all the time. She says that youâre very awesome and that youâre her idol.â
Luke laughed out loud. âShe always tells me that Iâm like a slow old man.â
Hearing the noise above her, Blake didnât know whether to laugh or cry. A slow old man?
He was the first police officer to enter the underground parking lot after it collapsed. He was faster than anybody else.
Chatting idly with Blake, Luke was able to calm her down a little. âBlake, tell me your current situation. Are you hurt? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Can you move in the car? Also, is there anybody else in the car? How are they? Answer as briefly and simply as possible.â
Blake was stunned. This tone... totally reminded her of her father. She now knew why Claire said that he was like an old man.
But it was just a passing thought. She quickly described the situation in the car.
Blake was in the backseat. She didnât think she was hurt, but the driver in front of her was unconscious and probably wasnât doing well.
Before the earthquake, she had just gotten downstairs and was about to take the car home.
The earthquake struck as soon as she got into the car, and the driver hit a car next to them.
Before the driver could reverse the car, the ground collapsed, and the car fell into this underground passage to be buried under the cement blocks.
It could only be said that Blake was unlucky and lucky at the same time.
Some of the cement blocks weighed hundreds of kilograms. However, they didnât fall directly from the top to smash onto the car, but fell from the sides.
Otherwise, the top of the car wouldâve been crushed, no matter how sturdy the luxurious Benz was, and Blake would have either been crushed or suffocated to death.
The driver had been unconscious since the collapse. Part of the right side of the car was mangled, squeezing Blake into a narrow space on the left. She could barely budge.
As he listened to Blake, Luke moved swiftly.
He was on top of the car. Nobody in the car could see him, so there was nothing to worry about.
He wouldâve already gotten them out if he wasnât worried that carelessly throwing the cement blocks aside might trigger another cave-in, or another tremor might happen. Even then, Luke had finished cleaning up by the time Blake related the driverâs and her situation.
âCan you move away from the sunroof? Iâm going to remove it and get you out,â said Luke. Blake shifted inside. âOkay.â She had barely said the words, when Luke punched through the already cracked sunroof, grabbed, and pulled.
He took out a flashlight and turned it on, before he gave it to Blake. âLight up the area where youâre stuck. I donât want to dislocate your joints when I move you.â
Blake managed a smile even though she was still scared. âOf course. Youâre strong. Claire said that before.â
She didnât really take it seriously.
In a situation like this where it was hard to use force, there was no way a regular person would be able to dislocate her limbs just by pulling.
But Luke mumbled inwardly, it wonât just be a dislocated limb; if I really use my strength, you may be missing an arm or leg when you get out of here.
He didnât want to tear apart such a beautiful
girl.
That was right; after he turned on the flashlight, Luke confirmed Blakeâs identity, and she was indeed a beautiful girl.
Just like what Claire said, her eyes were big and a deep grayish-blue. They were particularly deep-set, and looked like those of a cat.
Secondly, she had a magnificent bosom, and it was natural, God-given E-cups.
For a girl who just graduated high school, this was absolutely world-class development.
Not many girls layered up in June in L.A.; looking down from the sunroof, Luke had a very clear view.
Claire was quite right. It was impossible for him to mistake Blake for anybody else.
Beautiful girls might not have beautiful E-cups, and girls with E-cups might not have big, beautiful, grayish-blue eyes.
These thoughts flashed through Lukeâs head in less than half a second before he refocused on her pinned body.
After instructing her to shine the flashlight on her surroundings, he knew what to do.
Stepping onto the back of the driverâs seat through the sunroof, he said, âGive me your hands and letâs see if we can get you up. Tell me if you feel any pain.â
Blake stretched out her hands, and felt them grasped by two big hands. She was then gradually pulled up by a stable and enormous strength.