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 hadn’t 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t want to be buried as well.

He probably wouldn’t 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 couldn’t crawl out from among the cement blocks, so they were stuck inside.

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Luke didn’t hurry to take action, but observed the environment carefully.

This place wasn’t 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 wouldn’t collapse anytime soon.

Now, all that awaited him was the hard labor.

Jumping nimbly onto the top of the car, he called out softly, “Hello, anybody in?”

The girl, who had already stopped calling for help, got excited. “Help! Help me! I’m stuck in here!”

Luke raised his voice a little. “Don’t panic. I’m clearing the cement blocks around you. Are you Blake?”

The girl’s voice paused for a moment. “How do you know that? Did Daniel send you?”

Luke chuckled. “Claire called me. I’m her brother. I’m an LAPD detective. She’s never mentioned me?”

Blake exclaimed in delight from the car, “Luke! Are you Luke?”

Amused, Luke didn’t stop moving and casually shifted the heavy cement blocks to the side. “It seems that you do know me. Then I don’t need to introduce myself.”

Blake was both surprised and thrilled. “She talks about you all the time. She says that you’re very awesome and that you’re her idol.”

Luke laughed out loud. “She always tells me that I’m like a slow old man.”

Hearing the noise above her, Blake didn’t 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. “Blake, 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.”

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 didn’t think she was hurt, but the driver in front of her was unconscious and probably wasn’t 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 didn’t fall directly from the top to smash onto the car, but fell from the sides.

Otherwise, the top of the car would’ve 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 would’ve already gotten them out if he wasn’t 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 driver’s and her situation.

“Can you move away from the sunroof? I’m going to remove it and get you out,” said Luke. Blake shifted inside. “Okay.” 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. “Light up the area where you’re stuck. I don’t want to dislocate your joints when I move you.”

Blake managed a smile even though she was still scared. “Of course. You’re strong. Claire said that before.”

She didn’t 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 won’t 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 didn’t want to tear apart such a beautiful

girl.

That was right; after he turned on the flashlight, Luke confirmed Blake’s 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 Luke’s 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 driver’s seat through the sunroof, he said, “Give me your hands and let’s see if we can get you up. Tell me if you feel any pain.”

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.