A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 671 - 671

This man in a raincoat.

It's none other than the Turkey who was previously rejected by her.

"Sister Yin sent me here. She thought you couldn't handle it alone, so she asked me to come and help you."

The Turkey said.

Eve Vincent's face showed a wave of indignation.

She said, "I said I can handle it, and I will. You can leave now, I don't need your help."

The Turkey lifted the tent flap and glanced at Dirk Carter busy in the distance, smirking, "I'm afraid you might hesitate. With my help, you can save yourself from getting emotional, right?"

"Turkey, I'm warning you, I don't need you to meddle in my affairs."

Eve Vincent finally lost her temper.

She shouted angrily at the Turkey.

The Turkey raised both hands, making a surrender gesture.

Suddenly, he flipped his hand.

A remote control appeared in his palm.

"What's this?"

Eve Vincent asked.

The Turkey said, "Following Sister Yin's instructions, I've already sent people to install explosives on the dam. Rest assured, the amount is small, but enough to blow a hole through the sandbags. By then, your task will be completed, and the flood will wash away all traces."

"Give it to me."

Eve Vincent extended her hand.

The Turkey chuckled.

He asked, "Will you really go through with it? Once the explosives go off, your boyfriend will be done for."

Eve Vincent snatched the remote control away.

She said, "Go back and tell Sister Yin, I will complete the task."

The Turkey sneered, "Sister Yin asked me to tell you, The Maplewood Gang doesn't keep idle people. If you can't do it, you know the consequences better than anyone."

After saying that.

He kissed his hand and blew Eve Vincent a kiss.

With a rebellious expression, he disappeared into the pouring rain.

Eve Vincent looked at the remote control in her hand.

Then she glanced at Dirk Carter, who was working to the point of exhaustion on the dam.

She clenched her teeth hard.

At that moment, she had already made up her mind!

"Damn it, I'm out. If we keep going like this, when will it end? Just this few people, the result will be the same in the end. We might as well take a break..."

3 PM in the afternoon.

On the dam.

Finally, someone couldn't hold on.

Threw the sandbag off their shoulder onto the ground.

Sat down with a thump, grumbling somewhat.

Negative emotions are the easiest to spread.

Once someone gave up, others didn't want to keep going either, and everyone dropped their work, sitting down right in the pouring rain.

Indeed.

Just hundreds of people on the stretches of kilometers of the dam, how could they possibly handle it?

"Comrades, hang in there, the people from Fairview County will be back soon."

Charlie Zane saw the situation and started cheering everyone on.

The person who first sat down rolled their eyes at him.

He said, "County Governor Zane, does this talk even mean anything now? The flood crest will arrive in just a few hours, not even a shadow in sight. What is it? Is our Goldridge County like the stepchild here? Can't you see it? They want us to fend for ourselves, let Goldridge County get flooded, and the districts downstream will be safe."

"Yeah, a bunch of bastards, even if we die on the dam, it can't stop the flood."

The complaints grew heavier.

More and more people dropped their tasks, falling into despair.

Just then.

A car raced in from afar.

It drove directly below the dam.

A young man got out of the car, rushed onto the dam, and came before Charlie Zane, shouting, "County Governor Zane, according to the meteorological bureau and water conservancy bureau, the flood crest has moved ahead, it will reach Goldridge County in about half an hour."

"What?"

Charlie Zane was stunned.

Everyone, whether they were still working or not, froze in their tracks.

Half an hour?

Even if the reinforcements from Fairview County turned back now, they wouldn't make it in time.

Dirk Carter didn't utter a word.

Grabbed a sandbag and rushed towards the dam.

Actions often speak louder than words.

As a city leader, he stood firm with everyone all along.

While he kept working, why should others rest?

Seeing this, those who had been complaining also stood up one by one, joining the last battle.

Half an hour passed quickly.

The water level on the river obviously rose.

And the water speed increased.

Under such a surge.

Another half hour passed.

The water level was about to flow over the dam's raised one-meter height.

Faced with this scenario, Dirk Carter knew that it couldn't be held much longer.

Just as he was about to order everyone on the dam to evacuate first, suddenly, someone shouted, "The dam has breached, the dam has breached..."

Dirk Carter stiffened.

He turned around sharply.

Sure enough.

A section of the dam.

Could no longer withstand the flood, forcing the sandbags apart.

The gushing floodwaters surged downward violently.

The party's shock troops tried again to block it with sandbags, but any sandbag thrown down was washed away immediately by the powerful current, which rendered no effect.

"Arlo, jump into the water with me, form a human wall, let the others block with sandbags."

Dirk Carter couldn't think much further.

He yelled to Arlo Yarbrough.

The two of them linked arms and jumped into the breach.

Police Chief Hugo Sinclair saw this and followed up, jumping in third.

Three people were clearly too few.

Moved by Dirk Carter's spirit of leading by example, other party members also jumped in one after another.

Soon.

Dozens of people were linking up their arms, using their bodies to block the beast-like flood, while others, under Carmelo Garrison's command, started stacking sandbags behind the human wall.

Unfortunately, due to a shortage of manpower.

Sandbags piled up too slowly.

They couldn't effectively block the flood.

"No way, we don't have enough people, we have to evacuate!"

Carmelo Garrison saw this and shouted to those in the water.

Just as everyone was on the brink of despair, believing they had to give up.

Suddenly, Charlie Zane shouted on the dam, "Reinforcements are here, people are coming..."

Everyone turned to look.

They saw, below the dam, many were riding motorcycles, driving tractors, carrying heavy trucks, all coming over grandly.

These people were dressed differently.

Clearly, they were townsfolk.

An old man stood up from a tractor.

Pointed at the dam, shouting "Folks, everyone push forward..."

With one order.

Countless townspeople surged forward together en masse.

Well over several hundred people.

With so many workers arriving.

A large number of sandbags were stacked up behind the crowd one after another.

That not-so-large breach was plugged in the blink of an eye.

Those in the water were dragged up.

Each was so exhausted they couldn't stand.

Dirk Carter pushed against the ground, wobbling to his feet, suddenly recognized the elderly figure coming up to him, hesitated a moment, and asked in surprise, "Old man, why is it you?"

The elderly man before him.

Was none other than Ace Levin, rescued from the city management bureau that evening.

Dirk Carter suddenly remembered.

Ace Levin was from Goldridge County.

However, he was from Sandport Town, quite a distance from Wyvern River Dam.