Nathan turned his head to look at the sports car, then looked at where he was standing. After being confused for a few seconds, he took out his cell phone and called 120.
Click, click.
Nathan saw oil leaking from the bottom of the car, and thick smoke began to billow from the rear of the car. He sighed resignedly, stepped forward, opened the door, and dragged the girl in the passenger seat to the flower bed. Just when he was about to move the young man in the driver's seat, the rear of the car started to catch fire, making a beeping sound, and it felt like it would explode at any time.
"Hmm." At this time, the young man in the driver's seat shook his head and woke up. He turned his head and looked back. He was so frightened that he wanted to crawl under the car, but he didn't know that his foot was stuck in the car and he couldn't get it out. I remember him shouting for help, just shy of tears.
Seeing him like this, Nathan felt a little jealous. He stepped forward and opened the door of the sports car, grabbed the young man and pulled him out: "Stop screaming and come down quickly."
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