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Fifty-eight minutes.

Zhang Jian stared at the countdown numbers.

After a long while, he gritted his teeth and straightened up with difficulty.

Anyway, still alive now.

As long as you are alive, there is hope!

He can't die, his mother is still waiting for him!

If your left hand is pressed, use your right hand.

He began to dig.

The gravel and steel bars quickly cut his palms open, and blood continued to seep out from the thin wounds.

With his right hand, he picked up the broken bricks one by one.

The thing pressing on my back finally loosened a little.

He took the opportunity to push himself up and squeezed half of his shoulders out of the gap.

His back rubbed against the broken bricks of the ruins, and the severe pain constantly stimulated his nerves!

Zhang Jian's eyes were bloodshot, he was biting his back teeth, and his mouth was filled with the taste of ash and blood.

After a few more minutes of digging, the prefabricated board pressed against the back tilted, revealing a hole that could barely be drilled through.

He curled up his right leg and slowly arched his whole body outward like a snake.

As the upper body climbed out, the left hand was finally pulled out.

The arm is not broken.

But everything from my wrist to my forearm was purple and swollen.

He clenched his fist forcefully, barely able to hold it, but unable to exert any strength.

My right leg is still cold below the knee.

Look down.

Most of the trouser leg was torn, and a ten-centimeter-long gash was cut on his calf.

The flesh was hanging out, and the blood had already stained the pants.

Zhang Jian climbed out holding on to the ground.

Turning his head in disgrace, he looked around.

His grocery store was completely wiped out.

The steel and concrete were mixed together, and the iron pipes of the shelves were bent into a ball.

The whole street is like this.

Only half of the wall of the mobile phone store across the road is left, and the sign of the barber shop is hanging on the wire.

A white pickup truck was parked upside down in the middle of the road.

The chassis was upside down, the wheels were still spinning slowly, and the sirens were blaring one after another.

The air was full of soot and gray.

There are still explosions in the distance.

There were muffled sounds one after another, and the ground was shaking.

Zhang Jian leaned against a pile of broken bricks, gasping for air.

He touched his trouser pocket.

The phone is still there, the screen is cracked but still bright.

There was a wad of bills left in his pocket.

I took it out with difficulty and counted it.

I took this from the safe this morning and am going to go to the freight forwarder to settle the bill this afternoon.

Twenty-three hundred-dollar bills, plus a few fifty-dollar bills.

More than three thousand in total.

As for the safe...

He glanced back at the ruins.

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