Blind Date Turned Proposal

“Let me repeat, you’ve been surrounded by us!”
This statement clearly infuriated Arnold. He sneered and fired several shots directly at Scott. “Dream on!”
Gunfire erupted, and Moses immediately pulled Xanthe into a corner.
Scott hid behind a building. “If you fire more shots, once we catch you, there will be no chance for you to repent!”
As these words fell, Arnold glanced at a black car emitting smoke. His expression fell into a complex dilemma. He quickly
retreated. There was a boat docked by the seaside, ready for a quick escape.
There shouldn’t be any police waiting in the sea as the number of officers present was far from enough to apprehend him.
“Dexter!” Arnold shouted loudly at the black figure. “I will surely take revenge for what happened today!”
After he finished speaking, he shot at the black car under the cover of his henchmen. Bang, bang, bang!
The black car emitted even more smoke, and screams of a woman could be heard from inside.
The sound was too familiar, catching Dexter and Scott’s attention. The former’s face changed drastically, and he approached the
car quickly.
“This car has been locked, and a timed bomb is installed inside. If you can’t save her, she will undoubtedly die!”
Arnold had already boarded the boat. Leaning against an obstacle, he said, “You have to suffer like me.”
The boat quickly started, and bullets hitting it couldn’t cause any harm.
A beam of light swept across his face, tainted with traces of blood. He revealed a smile, desolate yet fierce.
Trapped inside the car, Josie was frantically pounding on the window. She had just finished a phone call when the vehicle
suddenly sounded an alarm. Then, she discovered a ticking time bomb hidden under her seat, counting down rapidly.
Suddenly, gunfire erupted outside, bringing harm to the car. Josie understood that she couldn’t just sit and wait to die. She had to
seek help.
“Help! Help!” Josie choked on the smoke.

The bomb had a countdown of ten minutes, and time was ticking away.
Suddenly, a figure appeared outside. He somehow found an iron rod and began to smash the driver’s side window. Then came a
familiar voice, “Josie!”
Dexter!
Josie looked up and saw the man’s rapidly paling face. There were veins bulging on his neck. He reached out to her. “Come
over! I’ll take you out!”
Josie was trapped in the back seat. In despair, she raised her hand. “I’m locked in. I can’t get out.”
“Move back!” Dexter roared, immediately stepping back and using the iron rod to smash the rear window.
As the loud bangs echoed from outside, Josie cried out, “Dexter! There’s a bomb in the car! It’s too late!”
The smashing of the car didn’t stop.
Scott arrived quickly, looking anxious. “We’ve called in bomb disposal experts from the city! It’ll take at least twenty minutes!”
Josie shouted loudly, “The bomb will detonate in eight minutes!”
“Stay calm, you’re safe with us!” Scott reassured loudly.
Josie couldn’t calm down. She cried even harder, “Sergeant Buncho, I won’t die here, will I? If I have to die, I don’t want to die a
horrible death.”
In her heart, she cursed Arnold repeatedly.
Just then, there was a loud bang. Dexter had smashed the car window, his expression grim. “What’s all this talk about dying?
We’re not going to die!”
After saying that, he braced himself against the shattered window and leaped inside. He didn’t forget to tell Scott, “Her hands are
cuffed. Go find scissors, quickly!”