But hearing that Bjorn Dixon's rescue plan was quite thorough, they didn't interrupt him.

Have Dirk Carter and Edith Walsh really died?

No, they haven't.

In the nick of time.

Dirk Carter knew it was too late to run.

With his injured leg, he pulled Edith Walsh into the nearby bedroom, scrambled under the bed, which was fortunately made of sturdy solid wood with plenty of space. After the dust settled, they were surprised and relieved to find themselves still alive.

But the house had collapsed.

The soil and rocks completely covered around the bed.

Getting out was basically impossible.

Two hours after the rescue meeting ended, around eleven in the afternoon, nearly four hours had passed since Dirk Carter got buried.

Helen Fletcher arrived at the County Committee office.

As soon as she got out of the car, she saw Caden Dixon waiting at the door.

"Has the rescue begun?"

Helen Fletcher asked.

Caden Dixon shook his head and replied, "Not yet."

"Why hasn't it started?"

Helen Fletcher paused.

Suddenly realized something and asked, "Where's County Mayor Dixon?"

"In his office."

"Let's go."

Helen Fletcher led the way, with Caden Dixon following behind, the two rushed into the county mayor's office, only to see Bjorn Dixon still sitting on the sofa, casually looking over documents, devoid of any tension.

"Secretary Fletcher is back? Please, have a seat."

Seeing Helen Fletcher.

Bjorn Dixon immediately stood up and offered her a seat.

Helen Fletcher with a stern face asked, "County Mayor Dixon, I heard from Executive Director Dixon that the rescue hasn't started, what's going on?"

Bjorn Dixon chuckled and said, "Secretary Fletcher, how can you say that? Such a major incident happened in Kenton County, as a mayor, how could I not be anxious? I've already dispatched Comrade Idris Wright from the Discipline Inspection Commission and Comrade Louise Dalton from the Publicity Department to set up a command center at the disaster site. The road to Rearpond Village was completely destroyed due to the landslide, making large-scale entry for people and vehicles impossible. Right now, large-scale engineering equipment is urgently needed for rescue efforts, and I'm working on mobilizing them."

"When can we sort it out?"

Helen Fletcher asked.

Bjorn Dixon thought for a moment and said, "It's hard to say, it requires coordination with construction companies, which takes some time."

Seeing his indifferent attitude, Helen Fletcher was truly infuriated.

Through gritted teeth, she said, "Executive Director Dixon, come with me."

Having said that.

The two turned and left.

Bjorn Dixon watched their backs, coldly snorted, murmuring to himself, "Without my approval, none of you can mobilize Kenton County's resources."

Upon entering Helen Fletcher's office, she turned around and asked Dixon, "Executive Director Dixon, you've been operating in Kenton County for so many years, can't you mobilize even one department?"

Caden Dixon shook his head and said, "County Mayor Dixon is quite shrewd; though he hasn't been here long, he's already won the hearts of the people below. Before you came back, I called all the departments, but they all made excuses, and the enterprises also said they couldn't spare large equipment."

"So what do we do now?"

Helen Fletcher asked.

Caden Dixon shook his head in despair and said, "Secretary Fletcher, I'm more anxious than you are, but right now, I don't have any useful resources to offer. Troy Kane went to the provincial capital for study and hasn't returned, and the police don't seem to be moving."

Upon hearing this.

Helen Fletcher gritted her teeth and said, "Bjorn Dixon wants Dirk Carter dead!"

Despite her anger.

She was also helpless.

The last line of defense was the military, but the People's Armed Forces Department head Joel Ross was now under Bjorn Dixon's influence, and Helen Fletcher truly felt the powerlessness of not having authority.

And in such a situation.

It's hard to find fault with Bjorn Dixon; say he's not rescuing, but he's pretending to mobilize resources and can justify himself to both superiors and subordinates.

Bjorn Dixon was not a fool.

Every few hours, a little progress is made.

But this progress was practically negligible for Dirk Carter and Edith Walsh trapped under the debris.

Like an hour ago, he arranged for people to carry a batch of bottled water inside on foot, solving the villagers' water supply issue.

A few hours later, he had instant noodles and bread carried inside.

By evening, blankets were sent inside.

After all, he was genuinely solving issues for the people.

6 hours...12 hours...24 hours...

A day and a night passed.

Initially filled with hope, the two began to despair under the bed.

Dirk Carter was still holding on.

In the boundless darkness.

Edith Walsh kept sobbing, which slightly irritated Dirk Carter.

Yet, at this moment, he couldn't blame her.

After all, she was a woman, and right now, the most important thing was the will to survive.

After several attempts to communicate with her, she ignored him. Dirk Carter paused, suddenly turned towards her and asked, "Deputy Mayor Walsh, let me ask you a private question, why does your husband cheat?"

The sobbing Edith Walsh.

Suddenly stopped crying and asked, "What did I say to you that night?"

Dirk Carter said, "You said everything; you said your husband likes flirtatious women, but you're not flirtatious enough, so he cheats."

"And then?"

Edith Walsh asked.

Dirk Carter said, "And then it wasn't your words but your actions. Tsk tsk tsk, you don't remember?"

"I... I only remember sleeping with you, the rest... I don't remember."

Edith Walsh said.

Dirk Carter recalled and said, "Now that I think about it, that scene was really sensational; you spread your legs in front of me and comforted yourself."

Edith Walsh was shocked to hear Dirk Carter say this.

For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, Dirk Carter suddenly asked, "Deputy Mayor Walsh, since we're going to die anyway, why don't we have one more before we die?"

"You men, is that all you ever think about?"

Edith Walsh asked.

Dirk Carter chuckled and said, "Isn't there a saying, 'To die under the peony flowers makes even a ghost flirtatious'? That night you were dazed and didn't get to taste anything, why don't we do it again? I'm not boasting, you'd willingly die after doing it with me."

As soon as the words were out.

He assumed Edith Walsh would be angry.

Unexpectedly she fell silent.

Quiet for a full minute.

Dirk Carter asked, "Deputy Mayor Walsh, what's wrong?"

"Dirk Carter, thank you."

Edith Walsh said.

Dirk Carter asked, "Even though I just teased you and acted perverted, why thank me?"

Edith Walsh took a deep breath and said, "You're not really like that."

"I am like that, just like stinky men all over the world, you're so beautiful, it's normal for my mind to wander."

Dirk Carter said.

Edith Walsh said, "From the moment you rushed into this house to save people, I knew deep down you are a good person; you said those things just to provoke me, to keep me from giving up on living."

He'd heard plenty of scolding.

The praise made Dirk Carter a bit embarrassed.

Suddenly.

He felt Edith Walsh's breath getting closer.

Before he could prepare.

A soft pair of lips pressed against his.

A nimble tongue crossed his lips, exploring and moving inside his mouth.

Dirk Carter was startled.

But quickly calmed down.

And actively responded.

Beneath the rubble, between life and death, their tongues entangled, tender and passionate.

"Do you want to touch me?"

Suddenly, Edith Walsh asked softly in Dirk Carter's ear.

"Uh... that..."

After all the teasing, he suddenly felt a bit restrained when it came to actually being intimate.

While hesitating.

Edith Walsh's murmuring voice sounded again in his ear, "Honestly, you're much better than my ex-husband; being with you felt so good, really, I'm not lying..."

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