The teams from all directions, without any summons, began to assemble towards the disaster area.
And they were all beyond Bjorn Dixon's control.
His goal was to let Dirk Carter die. As long as Dirk Carter and Edith Walsh were dead, his dereliction of duty would naturally be covered up, but now, the situation seemed to be getting out of hand.
No.
There is still a glimmer of hope.
Perhaps Dirk Carter was already dead.
After all, it's been almost thirty hours.
Even if he didn't die then, could he survive being trapped without food and water for thirty hours?
Thinking about it this way, he felt much more relaxed.
He murmured to himself, "Go ahead and rescue, who knows if you'll save a living person or a dead one?"
Of course, he didn't know.
At this time, Dirk Carter was trapped under the bed, having his own fun with Edith Walsh.
At ten in the morning.
