Chapter 2 Emergency Rescue_1

A man in a suit was pinned beneath a fallen shelf, and the cascading goods trapped him within. Just around the corner, a bomb with a timer attached flashed its red light, accompanied by the ominous "beep, beep, beep."

Shen Xian stared at the bomb's timer, his face turning pale, his fingertips trembling imperceptibly.

"Call the police quickly!" the arriving Gu Chen commanded calmly.

Behind him, several brave workers and journalists followed; a few fearless journalists were still taking pictures.

"It's too late!" Shen Xian, looking at the timer counting down from five minutes, slightly turned his head and said to those behind him,

"Everyone, evacuate immediately, hurry!"

He shouted, looking behind him, "There's less than five minutes left, move!"

Upon hearing there were less than five minutes before the bomb exploded, people scattered like birds and beasts, running out madly.

In a short moment, the noisy warehouse quieted down as the crowd fled.

"Boss, save me!"

The person trapped under the shelf was none other than Gu Chen's aide, Zhang Chi. His face was beet red with desperation as he looked pleadingly at Gu Chen standing not far away.

"Do you have a way?" Gu Chen didn't leave; instead, he anxiously asked Shen Xian standing in front of him, who fearlessly didn't run off. Maybe, she could do something?

Shen Xian turned back and glanced at Gu Chen; behind him was emptiness. In the large warehouse, only the three of them remained...

Shen Xian's nod was almost imperceptible, her movements stiff, and her eyes rimmed red. Her body trembled, but her gaze was unexpectedly firm. She raised her hand and took the scissors from the shelf beside her, her hand shaking violently as if her body wasn't under her control...

"Please, save me, save me." Zhang Chi, lying on the ground, saw the hesitant girl in work clothes and tried to grasp at the last straw, his voice weakly calling for help.

Four minutes, thirty seconds, four minutes, three minutes, fifty-five seconds...

Time was slipping by, second by second!

The red numbers plummeted, the beeps piercing Shen Xian's eardrums and rushing to her brain—explosion sounds, cries for help, blood blurring her vision, the warm heaviness on her shoulders, all auditory, visual, and sensory perceptions chaotically running wild in her mind.

"It's too late!" a deep, anxious voice pulled Shen Xian out of the chaos.

Her vision refocused, looking at the man on the ground—his face showing fear, helplessness, pleading, and—a thirst for life.

The pain in her left shoulder intensifying, Shen Xian mustered her strength to walk to the bomb at the corner, quickly analyzed its composition, and lifted her right hand, positioning the scissors over one of the yellow wires.

Gu Chen had already reached Zhang Chi's side, supporting his upper body and anxiously watching the slender figure ahead.

It was a matter of life and death!

Shen Xian's hands trembled, large beads of sweat dropped, but she didn't hesitate and closed her eyes, cutting with force.

"Beep—" Finally, when the red numbers stopped at 00:45, she halted the explosion.

Gu Chen barely audibly sighed in relief, lowering his head to comfort the despairing Zhang Chi: "It's over, the danger is gone."

Zhang Chi gratefully looked at Gu Chen for a moment, and the intense tension, combined with the severe pain in his leg, caused him to pass out.

Gu Chen looked up at the thin figure in work attire, squatting motionless, not knowing what she was thinking.

Shen Xian stared at the bomb in front of her, as if using all her strength, allowing sweat to drip down her face without any intention to wipe it away, only feeling a piercing pain in her left shoulder.

That pain seemed to travel along the blood vessels of her left shoulder, piercing into her heart, then spreading throughout her body, gnawing away at her entirely.

Medical staff and the police quickly arrived, and the unconscious Zhang Chi was rescued from under the shelf and taken away in an ambulance.

"Thank you!" Gu Chen, with his long strides, walked over and extended his hand to Shen Xian, who was squatting on the ground.

Shen Xian, as if her soul had been drawn out, looked up at Gu Chen, her unfocused eyes gradually concentrating under his gaze. She didn't speak or take his hand, instead standing up with difficulty herself.

She walked slowly, step by step, toward the outside.

Outside the warehouse, hearing that the bomb had been defused, workers and media journalists gathered again. They didn't know what had occurred inside, only hearing that it seemed like a female warehouse manager and Gu Chen hadn't come out.

Could it be the warehouse manager who defused the bomb? Why was there a bomb in the Shen Fei logistics warehouse? Was this bomb prepared for Gu Chen's inspection today? Could a mere administrator really have the skill to defuse a bomb, or did she have some special identity?

These questions troubled everyone at the scene, especially the journalists; if they could scoop the first-hand report, that would be far more interesting than simply reporting on the high-tech warehouse of Shen Fei logistics.

Imagine, a mere warehouse administrator, actually possessing the exquisite skill to defuse bombs, saving two lives and goods worth millions with her sheer ability alone—truly legendary!

Consequently, when Shen Xian walked out slowly, the journalists crowded around her.

"Did you defuse the bomb?"

"How does a warehouse manager have such capability, was it a fluke or have you received some training?"

"Are you really just a warehouse manager, or do you have some special identity?"

"Can you tell us what happened inside? Was it you who defused the bomb, or was it Gu Chen? Why didn't you flee?"

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A series of questions bombarded Shen Xian, their cameras almost shoved in her face. In the chaos, Shen Xian's hat was nearly knocked off; the glaring flashes quickly brought her back to her senses. She frantically adjusted her hat, pulling the brim down to shield her face.

Seeing her retreat, the journalists pressed in even more.

In the commotion, Shen Xian bumped into someone behind her. Dodging cameras, she buried her face in that person's chest.

Since it was Gu Chen who had saved her and Zhang Chi earlier, he didn't push her away. Instead, he pulled up one side of his suit jacket to cover Shen Xian's face and shielded her shoulder with his other hand.

"Regarding today's events, we will cooperate with the police investigation and subsequently hold a dedicated press conference to clarify. Currently, the police are still checking for other potential dangerous items, to ensure everyone's safety, please leave this area as quickly as possible."

Gu Chen's voice was deep and forceful, and even amidst such a life-threatening crisis, he remained dignified and composed. He methodically spoke these words and then slowly walked Shen Xian through the crowd.

Despite hearing Gu Chen mention the potential danger, the journalists still weren't willing to leave, prioritizing their first-hand news. After all, the police were present now, reducing any significant risk; the crowd refused to give up and continued to follow them.

Gu Chen frowned and signaled with a look toward Li Fei, the director of the Publicity Department waiting outside.

Li Fei immediately understood and stepped forward to block the persistent journalists, launching into his professional skills—emergency public relations.