With a distance of nearly a hundred meters, these people's shouts were destined to be in vain, but the scene that happened in front of them almost made their eyes pop out.
Just when the floor was still more than twenty meters away from Ye Tian, and everyone thought that these people in the air had no chance of survival, Ye Tian suddenly made an unexpected move.
Ye Tiantian's left hand outside suddenly touched his waist. The fire hose that was tied to it became loose for some reason, and the little girl who was originally nestled in his arms fell straight down.
At the same time, Song Weilan's body, which was being carried behind Ye Tian, sank violently. Her weak arms were simply not strong enough to support her body.
This sudden situation made the rescuers feel nervous. At this time, they were still more than 20 meters away from the ground. It was absolutely unreasonable for the two people, one big and one small, to fall.
"Damn it, the house is leaking and it rains all night, it's really going to kill me!"
In fact, when the explosion sounded and the floor fell off, Ye Tian had a warning sign in his heart. He knew that he could not escape this disaster, so he made preparations early.
After cutting the fire hose with her left hand like a knife, Elini happened to fall on Ye Tian's calf. Ye Tian's right leg jumped slightly while his body was in mid-air. Elini's little body suddenly changed direction.
, flew straight to the air cushion more than ten meters away.
After picking Elini away, Ye Tian turned around and put his left palm on his mother's waist. He burst out with force and pushed Song Weilan's body diagonally out. The landing point was the same as Elini's.
That huge air mattress spread out on the ground.
Everyone was stunned when they saw Ye Tian's sudden move. At this time, they no longer wanted to think about why Ye Tian had such great strength. They were all excited that the two women had escaped death.
But before they could cheer, something even more nerve-wracking happened.
Due to the large area of the falling floor and the falling speed, half of Song Weilan's body just flew out when the floor fell from the sky and was about to hit her.
"Damn, for God's sake, are you playing with me?"
Seeing this situation, Ye Tian also laughed bitterly. He originally wanted to throw his mother and Elini out and then crash into the burning World Trade Center building on this floor, but the floor's falling speed exceeded
captured Ye Tian's imagination.
Seeing that his mother was about to be hit by the floor, Ye Tian didn't have time to think about it. He thought hard, grabbed the fire hose with his right hand and exerted force, and Ye Tian's body suddenly rolled in the air.
All this happened in a few tenths of a second. Ye Tian's roll caused the fire hose to wrap around his waist. His body suddenly rose several meters higher, barely able to meet the piece of equipment weighing several tons.
of floor slabs.
The fire hose tied around his waist made Ye Tian's body stand upright in the air. He raised his hands above his head and let out a roar that could be heard within a hundred meters: "Open it!"
There was almost no pause. Just as Ye Tian raised his hands, the floor slammed down with a huge force. Seeing this scene, everyone's heart was in their throats.
The floor slabs weighing thousands of kilograms, coupled with the force of the fall from eighty or ninety floors, the force is beyond the limit. Let alone a flesh and blood body, even if there is a fire truck parked below,
It can be smashed into a discus.
"Xiao Tian?!"
Even Song Weilan, who was in the air, let out an exclamation. If possible, she would rather the person under the floor was herself instead of her young son.
In everyone's mind, Ye Tian's behavior is undoubtedly like throwing an egg against a stone. It will be Ye Tian who is in the air with his head broken and his body broken to pieces. Even the photographer forgot to capture the camera and looked up stupidly in the air.
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The threat of this floor to Ye Tian was not at all under Antony Marcus's iron legs. Just when a shadow was cast over his head, the crisis of death also appeared in Ye Tian's heart.
However, at this time, Ye Tian's state of mind was as calm as Zhishui. Ever since he was a child, he had always acted as he pleased and was not bound by worldly circumstances. However, only his mother was the biggest karma in Ye Tian's heart.
"This is it!"
Under the induction of Ye Tian's Qi machine, the floor's descent speed was far slower than what everyone outside saw. At that thousandth of a second, Ye Tian noticed the weakness of the floor.
"Bang!" There was a loud noise, like another explosion, causing the surrounding glass that was not completely broken to "squeak" and fall straight down.
And the floor slab actually became torn apart in mid-air. The part that originally hit Song Weilan's waist scraped her waist and fell to the ground. Song Weilan almost watched the floor slab hit her son, and she fell heavily to the ground.
On the air mattress.
"Xiao Tian!"
Song Weilan let out a shrill cry from her mouth. After landing on the air mattress, she ignored the rocks falling from the sky and started to climb down.
"Hurry and save people!"
Seeing this scene, the on-site commander decisively issued an order, and more than a dozen firefighters braved rocks falling from the sky and rushed to the air mattress.
You know, this air mattress is only five meters high. Ordinary people can't climb down at all. Even firefighters have to use ladders to get up. There are four or five people who fell to Ye Tianhe and rocks.
Run in the direction.
In the hearts of these American firefighters, Ye Tian is an out-and-out hero. He sacrificed himself at the most critical moment to save the lives of the two women. Whenever there is a chance, they all want to kill Ye Tian.
Rescued.
At this time, Ye Tian's situation was really critical.
Although he found the weak point of the floor, human power was ultimately invincible. Ye Tian's fists, which had been filled with Qi all over his body, were still unable to withstand the overwhelming power of the floor.
Although the stone slab was shattered into pieces by his blow, Ye Tian's arms were also broken into several pieces under the impact. What's more terrible is that a stone slab the size of a millstone hit Ye Tian's head heavily.
After the battle with Antony Marcus, Ye Tian's body had not recovered. Coupled with running at all costs this morning, he was already at the end of his strength. After his arms were broken, his consciousness was already a little blurry.
"Xiaotian!" At this moment, Ye Tian heard his mother's cry, and at the same time, a sense of crisis arose in his heart.
"I can't die yet. God wants me to die, but I won't die!"
Almost as a subconscious reaction, Ye Tian lowered his head, bowed his whole body, and rested his back on it, facing the heavily falling stone slab.
"Pfft!"
The force coming from his back almost shattered Ye Tian's internal organs. A large mouthful of blood spurted out in the air, and his body wrapped in fire hoses rolled and fell to the ground.
At a height of more than 20 meters, it was as high as a six or seven-story building. Ye Tian in the air seemed to have no ability to save himself, and the rescue team members had not yet been able to run over. This scene made everyone's hearts beat.
He grabbed it.
It could be said that it was his mother's cry that saved Ye Tian's life. Although his lumbar vertebrae were almost broken and his internal organs were seriously injured, the strong force made Ye Tian wake up completely.
When he was still three or four meters away from the ground, Ye Tian's only uninjured legs suddenly twisted and became entangled in the fire hose beside him, and his plummeting body suddenly stopped.
However, this twist also exhausted the last of Ye Tian's physical strength. After just a few seconds, his body finally fell down weakly and was just caught by the rescue team members who ran to the rescue.
"Oh my god, a miracle, this is a miracle!"
"God, you're still here, aren't you?"
"Thank God that young man is not dead yet!"
"Hero, he is an American hero!"
At this moment, the whole place was boiling. Everyone who witnessed this, regardless of nationality or race, had tears in their eyes.
The cheers were thunderous, and tears blurred everyone's vision. They didn't even know what they were shouting. When suffering such a major disaster, the United States needs heroes, and mankind also needs heroes!
A young Chinese man, when his life was under the greatest threat, left his hope of life to others and faced the difficulties himself.
More importantly, Ye Tian's final self-rescue shows that he is still alive. This is what Americans need. They don't want dead heroes. Only living heroes are the most American heroes.
Ye Tian's behavior made the firefighters present forget their fear, and more people rushed into the World Trade Center building that was about to collapse to fulfill their accusations and missions.
"[Fuck], damn, why did I forget to take a picture of him?"
While everyone was cheering, the photojournalist standing next to the commander slapped himself hard in the face, "God, forgive me, this year's annual press photography award should be mine."
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This young reporter has reason to believe that if he can capture the scene of Ye Tian in the air, he will definitely win this year's annual news photography award without any dispute.
However, when he was holding the camera and wanted to rush into Ye Tian who was being carried down by the firefighters, the chance was gone. Ye Tian, who showed very weak signs of life, was sent directly into the ambulance.
"Get out of the way, that's my son, let me pass!" Song Weilan, who had just been lifted off the air mattress, limped over and grabbed Ye Tian's hand on the stretcher.
The injury on Song Weilan's leg was not serious, and blood was still flowing out. But at this time, Song Weilan only had her son in her heart, and she didn't even feel the slightest pain.
"This lady is also injured, and the little girl, take them to the hospital together!"
The commander on the scene knew that now was not a good time to promote heroism. Only the living could accept the worship and cheers of Americans.
