Ethan jumped out of the car and walked over to several people.

"I want to go to Nobo Mountain, the Golden Gate Bridge is blocked, and I don't know where else"

Ethan pointed to the crowd, "With so many people crowding out, how long will it take us to get to the outskirts of the city?" And I don't know what about the rescue forces. ”

He paused for a moment and continued:

"What is certain now is that Daddy Black is coming to our rescue and has a chance to board a helicopter and leave, and I'm willing to gamble."

Blake smiled and nodded, moving behind Ethan.

Ben Taylor was about to say something, but Ethan waved him off, "I understand what you mean, it's really dangerous to go inside now, but it's the same if you follow the crowd outside, it can't be ruled out that there will be aftershocks, just now I was lucky, in case of a stampede... ”

Ethan didn't speak again, and looked at Ollie, who was short, next to him.

Oryel grabbed his brother's coat tightly and looked at him pitifully, and Ben Taylor had no choice but to agree to Blake's plan.

......

After leaving the crowd, the surroundings became eerily quiet, and boots rattled against the gravel.

On the way, I also met a lot of buddies who were keen on shopping, and Ethan's guy suppressed their urge to rob them by the way.

Blake slowed down and looked at a half-built building not far away.

"Any questions?" Ethan lights a cigarette.

"It was designed by Daniel, who once boasted to me that when it was built, it would be the tallest building in San Francisco." Blake shook his head and smiled.

As he walked forward, there was a ticking sound in his trouser pocket.

Ethan hurriedly took out the radio and turned the knob to turn the volume up.

"An emergency announcement is now issued that an earthquake with a magnitude of up to 9.6 will occur in the sea near San Francisco, and at the request of the California State Emergency Alert Department, San Francisco citizens should immediately evacuate the city limits..."

The pace of the group stopped instantly, and the scene was as silent as death except for the sound broadcast on the radio.

A gust of sea breeze blew, rolling up a piece of newspaper.

"Run" Ethan gasped and threw away his cigarette.

Before they could find a good place to dodge, the ground shook like a wave, shaking so that everyone staggered, and the telephone poles on the side of the road fell one after another, and the torn wires flew everywhere with sparks.

Blake only had time to hide behind a Cadillac SUV, and a panicked Ollie tripped over a rock on the road and fell to the ground.

Ben Taylor ran to Ollie in a hurry, but was rocked by the ground, and then a low building next to him collapsed, the glass of the façade burst, and countless shards fell on him.

He could only defend the vital point, watching as a telephone pole fell in the direction of Ollie.

"Ollie, run."

Ben Taylor's eyes widened and he let out a desperate roar.

Just as he was about to strike, Ethan barely controlled his balance, quickly pounced and grabbed Ollie, and quickly turned over to protect Ollie underneath.

The heavy telephone pole "slammed" down beside him, and the sparkling wires danced like snakes in front of him.

He hurriedly crawled to Blake's side with the frightened Ollie, the two looked at each other, their eyes were full of panic, and Blake threw himself into Ethan's arms with tears in his eyes.

He hugged Ollie and Blake tightly, leaning against the SUV, and Ben Taylor lying not far away.

The ground was still shaking, Ollie's howl rang out, Black's massive mountain peaks weighed him down, and Ethan stared blankly ahead.

In the distance, the ground burst and high-rise buildings collapsed, stirring up clouds of smoke and dust, like the end of the world, didn't I just want to watch elementary school students play a game? Whether it is like this, Ethan wants to cry without tears.

After the longest few tens of seconds of his life, he finally felt the ground stop shaking, and struggled to lift Ollie and Blake to their feet.

They hurried to Ben Taylor and turned him over.

Ben Taylor let out a cry of pain and grabbed his thigh with both hands, a shard of glass pierced deep into it.

Ethan and Blake carefully helped him to the side and sat down against the wall.

"I'm fine, at least we're alive, aren't we?" Ben Taylor happily wiped the tears from Ollie's face, hugged him into his arms, and then grabbed Ethan's hand with a grateful face.

"We have to pull the glass out, and the wound will get deeper and deeper when we walk with it."

When Blake finished speaking, he quickly took off his coat with his hands and feet, and pulled it hard with the sleeve of his coat on Ben Taylor's thigh.

Ben Taylor snorted, a few drops of sweat breaking out of his head.

"When it doesn't hurt yet, you have to hold back, hoping you don't hurt your artery."

Ollie shoved the San Francisco guidebook into Ben Taylor's mouth, Ethan got his hands on him to keep him in check, and Blake took a deep breath and firmly reached for the shard of glass.

Ben Taylor struggled a few times under Ethan's firm grip as the glass slowly pulled out.

Fortunately, the bleeding from the wound quickly stopped.

Ethan let go of his hand, and Ollie pounced in distress, pulling his sleeve to wipe Ben Taylor's sweat from his head.

After a wave of earthquakes, several people lost their minds and sat in the corner to rest.

Ethan suddenly remembered something and got up and walked to the SUV opposite.

He pretended to rummage through the car, then pulled out a bottle from the space that still had most of the liquor left, the same aged bourbon he had taken from his last trip to the Sava Gentlemen's Club.

I almost forgot about it, now is the time.

"Ethan, what did you find?" Blake sat on the ground and asked curiously.

Ethan didn't speak, but raised his hand and shook it back and forth, eliciting two shouts of surprise.

"You're such a lucky bastard."

Blake stood up, quickly dusted off his body and walked over, snatching the bottle from his bottle.

In front of a city ruin, Blake, dressed in slender jeans and a red vest, swallowed whiskey with his head tilted back, his hair shining like gold in the sun.

Blake noticed Ethan looking at her intently, his face flushed, and handed him the bottle.

Ethan coughed lightly, took the bottle, and took a few sips.

"What are you doing over there? Hurry up and give me some. Ben Taylor kept urging.

"Don't worry, here it is." Ethan walked over to him with a wine bottle.

"You drunkards, I really don't know what to drink, it smells bad and dies." Ollie looked at them with disgust.

After resting for a few minutes, Ethan poured the last bit of wine into his mouth as usual with surprised looks in Ben Taylor and Blake's surprised eyes.

Just as they were discussing what to do next, the radio in Ethan's trouser pocket went off again.

"The Weather Department issued a tsunami warning for the Northern and Central Seas of California, including the following areas: Maran, Napa, San Francisco, Monterey...

"Damn, it's endless."

In Ethan's cursing, the wine bottle in his hand swirled and flew towards the broken wall on the side.