"Stay where you are, help Chief Yan maintain order."
Dirk Carter shouted at them in a commanding tone. Yves Quill was stunned and dared not move.
He bolted off.
Dirk Carter rushed to the doorstep of the red brick house.
The mountain was already rumbling loudly.
No ti to lose.
He knocked hard on the door, but there was no response from inside.
Quickly stepping back a few steps, he gritted his teeth and charged, kicking the door with a loud bang. The door swung open, and Dirk felt a tremor in his thigh; it seed he kicked too hard and injured his leg.
At this mont, there was no ti to think.
He dashed into the house and saw a child over a year old playing on the ground, but no sign of the elderly.
Without a word.
Dirk grabbed the child and ran outside. Just as he reached the entrance, Edith Walsh ca running in.
"What are you doing here?"
Dirk shouted.
Edith took the child from Dirk's arms, saying, "You're the deputy mayor, so am I. Besides, rescuing two people is too much for one person; I'll take the child, you save the elderly."
Despite the resentnt, there was no ti to criticize.
He turned back into the room to continue searching.
Finally, he found the elderly man in the kitchen lighting the stove and still in a leisurely manner.
"Mister, the mountain's about to collapse, run, hurry!"
Dirk shouted at him.
The old man, indeed hard of hearing, stared at Dirk in confusion and asked, "What, the tree's blooming? Which tree is blooming? Who are you?"
Good grief.
Dirk couldn't spare ti to explain.
He grabbed the elderly man and started walking out.
The elderly man panicked, seeing a stranger grabbing him, he naturally resisted, and they barely moved a few steps.
At this mont,
Edith rushed in, saw the two still entangled.
Angrily she said, "What are you guys doing, not hurrying up?"
Dirk was speechless.
Just as he was about to explain, an overwhelming sound erupted behind him.
Not good.
The landslide was starting.
There's no ti.
Dirk gritted his teeth, pushed the old man to the door, enduring a sharp pain in his leg, making him fall to the ground.
"What's wrong?"
Edith asked worriedly.
Dirk gasped, shouting, "Don't worry about , take the old man out."
Edith wanted to save him but saw the massive dirt and rocks rolling down from the hillside, even more overwhelming than the first wave. Quickly, she grabbed the old man's hand and rushed out.
Inside the house, Dirk tried to stand.
But the pain in his leg was unbearable.
Looking back towards the window, the impending landslide seed to seal his fate; he sighed in resignation, preparing to give up. Just then, Edith abruptly rushed back in.
"Did you co back to die?"
Dirk angrily shouted.
Edith didn't answer, she grabbed Dirk by the underarms intending to lift him, but her strength was insufficient.
At the village committee entrance,
everyone quieted down, anxiously watching the red house.
They watched helplessly as the mountain of dirt and rocks engulfed the red building, the dust clouds rolling in.
Everyone covered their mouths and noses.
In despair.
Suddenly, soone shouted, "Soone's inside!"
Yves Quill was the first to rush out, seeing the dust covered an old, dirty-faced man erging, indeed it was Old Zhu's father.
Thinking with his appearance, Dirk and Edith Walsh would also erge.
But Yves Quill searched for a while and saw no one.
At that mont, the old man collapsed to the ground, crying loudly, "Benefactor, benefactor, my benefactors..."
"What happened? What happened to the two leaders?"
Yves Quill crouched down in panic and asked.
The old man sobbed, "They... they couldn't make it out!"
Yves Quill's eyes darkened, collapsing to the ground.
The villagers on the scene began to wail.
The scene was as sorrowful as can be.
As the dust settled,
more than half of the village was "swallowed," not to ntion the red brick house.
Yves Quill clenched his fists, stood up, gritting his teeth, saying, "The leaders must not have died, I have to save him."
He was about to charge forward.
When Driver Xiao Zhang wrapped his arms around him.
"Secretary Yves, you can't go; the landslide is still happening, you can't go..."
Old Yan and others also stopped Yves Quill.
Seeing Yves Quill's painful expression, the villagers also began to shed tears...
After all, their lives were saved by these two leaders.
The County Committee courtyard.
In the county magistrate's office, Bjorn Dixon was humming a tune and sipping tea, claiming this was his first project every morning after arriving at the office. As his saying goes, "A day begins with the morning; a morning cup of strong tea to awaken, only then can one work well."
Just took a sip.
Praising, "Good tea, truly good tea..."
Before he could savor it.
The office door swung open with a bang.
Startling him, almost burning his tongue, he angrily shouted at the intruder, Dimitri Dutton, "Secretary Dutton, hasn't County Magistrate Lee taught you what discipline is?"
Dimitri couldn't bother apologizing.
Said, "Leader, sothing happened, Rearpond Village experienced a landslide, over half the village was destroyed."
"What?"
Bjorn Dixon's heart skipped a beat, he suddenly stood up and asked.
At that mont, cold sweat quickly surfaced on his back.
"Were there any casualties?"
His lips trembled as he asked.
Dimitri shook his head, saying, "The entire village of 1,058 people was evacuated ahead of ti, no issues, but Deputy Mayors Dirk Carter and Edith Walsh were buried in a house, currently their fate is unknown."
"Where did you get this information?"
Bjorn Dixon asked.
Dimitri replied, "The landslide destroyed the roads, but Bloomdale Town's party raid team entered and brought this news. Leader, should we convene a crisis eting imdiately to organize rescue efforts?"
Bjorn Dixon rubbed his chin.
Walked around the office, saying, "Does Secretary Fan know?"
"Secretary Fan is returning from the city, asked you to start organizing the rescue."
"Alright, call in all leaders, et in the conference room imdiately."
Bjorn Dixon said.
Dimitri was about to turn away.
Bjorn Dixon grabbed him, whispered, "First notify all bureau chiefs below, tell them to delay the rescue, try to enter Rearpond Village 72 hours later, understand?"
Dimitri asked, "Why do this?"
Bjorn Dixon angrily said, "I told you how to do it; just do it, no more questions."
"Alright leader, I'll handle it now."
Saying that, Dimitri hurried out.
At this mont.
Bjorn Dixon's mind was a turmoil.
A eting was inevitable; he had to show an attitude.
But rescue couldn't be swift.
The reason was simple: before the landslide, Dirk Carter and Edith Walsh had warned him over the phone, yet he didn't believe them nor took any action. If this gets exposed, his role as county magistrate would be over, as this is a severe negligence.
Now Dirk Carter and Edith Walsh are buried,
The warning is only known between heaven, earth, and himself. As long as the golden rescue period of 72 hours passes and those two are confird dead, this matter wouldn't be aired.
Sparing his position as county magistrate.
Though the thod is rather ruthless,
it ant nothing against his prospects.
At worst, after their deaths, posthumously honor them as martyrs.
Thinking this, his restless heart gradually cald.
Twenty minutes later, in the conference room, all executive mbers and departnt heads had gathered.
At the eting,
Bjorn Dixon briefed the Rearpond Village's situation.
Upon hearing Dirk Carter was buried, Caden Dixon's face imdiately showed anxiety.
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