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Chapter 420
'Please, give me something!'
Beside them, Patrick frowned and opened his eyes with considerable difficulty to see the light.
The person carrying it was behind the light, and he therefore could not see who it was.
Those shaking hands, however, seemed to give him an answer immediately.
"John?" he called out feebly.
John gulped, but he could not say a word.
Patrick in turn tried to move, but he could not muster his strength at all.
At the same time, he was being squeezed against the car's wreckage and could not move at all.
"Cordy!" he called out loudly at the person beside him.
Cordy actually felt light, as if she was floating in the clouds, and she wondered if she was already dead.
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Surely one would only feel this light in the afterlife.
But at the next instant, she felt a cumbersome weight and slowly regained consciousness.
Her head and the rest of the body hurt a lot, but she opened her eyes, looking blank when she saw the
light.
"Are you alright?" Patrick asked her nervously.
Cordy wanted to speak, but her throat hurt like hell.
She gulped, and it took her a while to squeeze a few words out. "I'm fine. What about you?"
"Me too," Patrick replied and gestured at the light with his head. "John is here, by the way."
Cordy looked blankly over, but she could not see anything because it was too dark in that direction.
"I'm getting you out," John said, his voice quiet and without emotion.
Cordy did not ask why he showed up there, because she was more concerned about staying alive.
John then put down his phone and started pulling wildly at the door, which was dented beyond
recognition.
Unable to open it no matter what he did, he gritted his teeth and said, "Keep your heads down. I'm
going to break the glass."
Most of the car's windows were shattered, but there were still sharp shards that could inflict serious
damage still stuck on the door, preventing anyone from crawling out.
Cordy and Patrick lowered their heads as much as they could, and John quickly used his elbow to
shatter the large shards and swiped off the smaller shards from the car window.
Cordy seemed to see the cuts on his hand, but it was too dark to make it out.
John, however, was not saying a word, let alone wincing in pain.
"I'm pulling you out now," John told Cordy after he cleared the window and extended a hand to her.
She struggled to reach out from behind the airbag, and John soon got a firm hold on her hand.
The instant their hands touched, their palms were soaked in blood-there was no telling whose blood it
was either.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJohn firmly pulled, but Cordy was not budging at all.
"I'm stuck. My seat belt is still on," she told him.
John crawled in immediately and crouched beside her to pry off the airbag. He found the seat belt
button after much difficulty-only to find it locked tight.
As John firmly pulled at it, Patrick suddenly asked, Does anyone smell that?"
Cordy sniffed, and they were soon trading glances with each other before looking at John, who was still
working furiously to unlock the seat belt.
"It's gasoline!" they cried out at the same time.
There must be a leakage from the car's gas tanks!
And after it dropped from so high, the persistent friction would make the gas combustible!
John heard them and clenched his teeth.
Putting his back into it, he finally unlocked Cordy's seat belt.
Because he had been pulling too hard on the belt as well, the sudden release sent him off his feet.
The wreckage of the car creaked loudly, but John was back at Cordy's side at the next instant, holding
her tightly and pulling her out from behind the airbag...
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