The vehicles preparing to go to the airport came from a distance and saw that they were all parked on the side of the road, because the large trucks in the middle of the road just blocked their road.

Ye Jian had already run to the front of the deformed truck and found that the front tire of the truck disappeared. The pungent smell of gasoline kept coming from the front of the truck. The car hit and automatically shut down the engine, and the entire oil movement was interrupted.

The car was too high, and Ye Jian jumped on the road and shouted loudly: "Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you answer how many people are in the car?"

The fishy smell of blood mixed with the gasoline smell gradually drifted into his ears, from faint to thicker, allowing Ye Jian, who had not heard the answer, to take a deep breath.

She needed to climb up to the car to observe what was going on inside. After seeing the fuel tank intact, she lay down on the giant truck door without hesitation. With the faint street lights coming from the front, her eyes passed through the broken glasses to see that there were three people in the car.

The driver was the worst injured. His lower body was stuck with the deformed front of the car, and blood was winding from his brain and flowing down his cheeks to his neck.

In addition to head injuries and bleeding, the driver's lower body was even worse, but he couldn't save it for a while. Ye Jian, whose eyes were slightly sunken, pulled the car door hard. In fact, the car door had already hit and deformed, but he didn't give up and wanted to give up to give it up.

After pulling it several times, the entire door didn't move. Ye Jian just gave up and saw if he could open the other door.

"Ye Jian, get off quickly!" Mr. Song, who was relieved, came over with soft legs. Seeing Ye Jian standing by the deformed truck, she was frightened to the point of her heart, as if she was lifted to the throat, "Get off quickly, get off quickly! The gasoline is so heavy, beware of the fire and explosion!"

Just now, it was this little girl who saved her life, but she really saved her life! If she hadn't suddenly leaned over and drifted twice with the steering wheel, the car she was driving would have been hit by a jam and all deformed!

Tonight, if I hadn't met her, my life would have been over!! It was completely over!

Seeing her climbing to the scrapped card despite the danger, she was so weak inside her knees that she shouted without any grace, "Get off! Danger! Get off! Get off! Get off!!"

Too much force, the wind blew into his throat, choking that Mr. Song, who had always been paying attention to his image and was very valuable, was coughing in a very embarrassing manner at this time.

"It's okay, the fuel tank is not broken, the engine is automatically turned off, there is no open flame, and there is no explosion risk for the time being." Ye Jian, who jumped out of the car, frowned and said to General Song: "The driver may be in danger of his life. There are two people on the co-pilot side, so we have to see if we can open the door first."

Ye Jian himself did not dare to rescue him rashly, for fear that he would lose his rashly, and instead would make the injured person's injuries worse. He had to observe carefully first.

"Mr. Song, please call 120, and there is also a fire brigade. Someone must come to repair the power. I'll go to the other side to see." It's hard to stand by and watch. Ye Jian finished speaking, and without waiting for Mr. Song to reply, he walked around the front of the car and walked around the green belt to the co-pilot's seat of the car.

Someone had already surrounded him, and he was about two meters away from the car, and no one dared to surrounded him.
Chapter completed!