Sophie Lawrence slowly swept her eyes around the vehicle and began to speak with a solemn and serious expression.
"The headquarters has issued a notice for all the firefighters in the city to be dispatched. This is enough to show that the situation on the scene is extremely severe. Next, I have only one request, that is, everyone should stay alive." Her voice was firm and powerful, and her eyes showed an unshakable determination. "All of us must return alive. Do you all understand?"
"Yes!" The team members answered in unison. Their voices echoed in the vehicle, full of strength.
The first brigade led by Sophie Lawrence was the first team to arrive at the Grill House for rescue. As soon as the vehicle stopped, she immediately and without hesitation arranged for the team members to carry out fire - fighting operations on the scene.
After some investigation, they were shocked to find that there were dozens of unused gas cylinders hidden in the Grill House. Sophie Lawrence's face changed instantly. Those gas cylinders were like bombs that could explode at any time. At this time, the whole place was already ablaze, and the fire was raging like a ferocious devil. Once the gas cylinders exploded, the consequences would be unimaginable. The entire scene would be completely destroyed, and the lives of the team members would also be greatly threatened.
Soon, the fire - fighting forces of other detachments also quickly arrived at the scene. Sophie Lawrence immediately went up to have an urgent rescue discussion with the other captains. Amid all this chaos and danger, the only thing that all the firefighters could be glad about was that there were no people trapped in this fire scene.
Healing Haven (hospital).
Henry Mitchell lay quietly on the bed. He reached out and turned on the TV on the wall. It was still early in the morning, and there were no particularly attractive programs on TV, so he randomly clicked into a news channel.
"This morning, a gas cylinder explosion occurred in a Grill House in Sunnyville. All the firefighters in the city were dispatched. There were still dozens of gas cylinders hidden on the scene..."
Watching the constantly playing pictures on the TV, Henry Mitchell's heart tightened suddenly as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible hand. The billowing smoke on the screen was like a huge black wave, and the raging fire seemed to be about to break out of the screen.
Just then, Mrs. He walked in. As soon as she saw the billowing smoke and the towering flames on the screen, her brows immediately furrowed tightly, and her face was full of worried expressions.
"It's so distressing to watch," she couldn't help saying.
After saying that, Mrs. He reached out to take the remote control and wanted to change the picture. Just before the picture was changed, Henry Mitchell heard a violent explosion. The sound was like a thunderclap in his ears, which made his heart tremble violently. Without hesitation, he quickly snatched the remote control from Mrs. He's hand and switched the picture back.
In the TV picture at this time, the scene was in a mess, with rubble everywhere. Only those orange - red firefighters could be seen constantly walking through the ruins. The flying dust and smoke filled the whole picture, making people feel as if they were in hell.
"Sophie Lawrence is also among these people, right?" Mrs. He suddenly said softly.
Henry Mitchell didn't say a word. His eyes were fixed on the screen without blinking, and his eyes showed deep worry and nervousness, as if his gaze could penetrate the screen and find the person he was worried about.
Time passed by minute by minute in the tense atmosphere. Finally, the fire on the scene was brought under control. However, a scene that no one wanted to see appeared in the camera.
Some firefighters had sacrificed...
Henry Mitchell was suddenly like being electrocuted. He was about to turn over and get out of bed violently, but was pushed back hard by Mrs. He.
"What's the use of you going there now? You can neither pick up a scalpel to treat the wounded nor fight the fire now!" Mrs. He scolded somewhat severely.
Henry Mitchell heard this, looked down at his right wrist, where it was still wrapped with thick gauze. This gauze was like a shackle, restricting his movement and making him feel powerless at the moment.
...
At the Grill House rescue scene.
The pungent smell of smoke still filled the air. The smell was like the lingering breath of a devil, suffocating. The expressions of all the people on the scene were very solemn and downcast. Their faces were full of pain and regret, as if covered by a thick haze.
Mark lay on the ground in a prone position. His hand was still tightly clutching the rope on the back of Henry's firefighter uniform, and tears kept streaming from his eyes. He cried and said, "Since graduation, I have saved so many people. I always thought that we could save every life, but I never thought that one day we would come to retrieve our own brothers..."
Sophie Lawrence and other teammates gathered around Mark. The corners of their eyes were also red, which was a manifestation of sadness and sorrow. A teammate gently held Mark's hand, trying to break his hand that was clutching the rope, but that hand seemed to be welded to the rope and couldn't be moved no matter what.
"Mark, let go," the teammates whispered.
"Captain!" Suddenly, a tense and slightly trembling voice came from behind everyone.
It was Frank Richardson who had come from the engagement scene.
"It's Henry." Sophie Lawrence's voice was also a little trembling.
Frank Richardson's body shook violently. His hand seemed to be out of control as he suddenly reached into his pocket and took out the remaining wedding candies from the toasting. He slowly crouched down beside Henry and carefully stuffed the handful of wedding candies into Henry's hand, choking with sobs as he said, "I brought the wedding candies back for you."
In this rescue, 22 firefighters from the first detachment in Sunnyville were dispatched, but one sacrificed.
On the way back to the station, everyone bent over and didn't say a word. A repressive atmosphere filled the whole team. There was no more laughter and chatter as when they set out, only endless grief and silence.
In the evening.
Sophie Lawrence left the team and went home. As soon as she arrived at the entrance of the community, she saw a familiar figure standing under the street lamp. The figure quietly blended into the night, as if waiting for something, exuding a sense of loneliness and desolation.