" Sam?"
" Sam? Can you hear me?" Lucy walked to her son's bedroom door and knocked. Her son quickly opened the door from the inside.
"Mom?"
"Thank goodness you're still at home." xS12
"Remember when I told you about going to Miami? Hurry up and pack your things, we're leaving tomorrow morning."
With that, Lucy hurriedly turned around, preparing to go back to her room to pack her luggage.
Sam leaned out of the doorway behind her and asked, "Is it because of that recent thing?"
"Good that you know. Your dad specifically called to remind us beforehand. Hurry up and get ready..."
Lucy's tone suddenly turned somber halfway through her sentence.
However, the still young and rebellious Sam was oblivious, his expression indifferent as he retorted, "Hasn't he come back yet?"
Lucy suddenly stopped in her tracks. With her back to her son, she opened and closed her mouth several times, unsure of what to say.
She hasn't been able to contact her husband for over two weeks, and not only Jack, but also his two colleagues Frank and Jason are currently out of contact.
Then I remembered Jack calling me earlier to tell me that he was stuck in New Delhi and couldn't enter the country...
Lucy had to prepare for the worst.
She took a few deep breaths, suppressing her fear and panic, and calmly turned around. " Sam, your father has very important things to deal with right now. Now... this family... now we can only rely on ourselves."
"Going to Miami is something your father has been emphasizing to us for a long time. It won't do us any harm, you understand?"
Sam maintained his indifferent expression, replying dismissively, "Understood, understood."
Lucy could tell her son was upset, but he had already agreed to go to Miami with her, so she couldn't worry about it anymore.
She watched her son go back to his room and close the door, reminding him from outside to also close the window and draw the curtains.
Then she closed all the doors and windows in the rest of the house to make sure that no one outside could see what was happening inside.
Then they called Frank and Jason's families to inquire about the situation.
However, things turned out exactly as she had expected.
Like her, both families had no way to contact Frank and Jason.
Jack and his two companions seemed to have vanished into thin air.
The previously agreed-upon contact methods are no longer working...
Lucy didn't dare to think about what had happened behind the scenes. She could only go back to her room to pack her luggage to numb herself.
However, what she didn't notice was that shortly after she returned to her room, Sam's door was gently opened.
He carried a yearbook, tiptoed out, and quietly entered the living room.
He immediately found the phone and dialed the number in the notebook.
A moment later, a voice came from the other side.
Sam glanced at his mother's bedroom door and lowered his voice, "Hey? Laura?"
Only after receiving confirmation from the other party did he continue speaking:
"Um--"
Sam stroked his beard, drawing out a long syllable, now at a loss for words.
On the other end of the phone was Laura, his crush. If all went well, the two would travel to New York in October to represent their school in an academic competition, similar to a quiz show.
He had been really looking forward to this competition, but now that unexpected things were happening one after another, he didn't know what to do...
After a while, Sam realized he had been dragging his feet, which made him seem like he was being long-winded and indecisive, as if he had a crush on her. So he immediately thought of a topic:
"Hey Laura, do you know about the academic competition? I mean, is it still going to happen as scheduled? Things seem pretty bad right now..."
Faced with this barrage of questions, Laura smiled knowingly on the other end of the phone and calmly replied, "I've consulted with my teacher, and there's no indication that the academic competition will be postponed or canceled. The school's participation plan remains unchanged."
"Is something wrong that prevents you from attending? Is your family moving south? To Miami or Australia?"
Sam seemed to have his secret exposed, and he panicked, almost unable to speak coherently. He finally managed to stammer, "Ah? Um, no, our family has no plans to move south, I... I just..."
I'm checking the competition details; I should be participating as planned.
Are you also going to participate in the competition?
Laura paused for a moment before saying, "I think so too."
Sam suddenly remembered his father's instructions, which emphasized that they should move south.
He scratched his head. "Aren't you worried about climate change? It seems quite a big deal right now."
"Well, my family doesn't really believe in this. My dad watched the official statement on TV and thought it wasn't a big deal, and the schools haven't announced any closures..."
"I see..."
The two chatted aimlessly for a while before hanging up.
Sam remembered Laura's televised address, glanced at his mother's bedroom door, and then carefully turned on the television, immediately turning the volume down.
Sure enough, a man with a mean face appeared on the screen. He stood behind the podium, speaking with an excited expression:
"We are facing a very serious international situation recently, but this is not our fault, because it has been a conspiracy against us from beginning to end!"
"This is a conspiracy orchestrated against us by the entire world. The rest of the world is trying to destroy our country, our economy, and our lives!"
"This is an extremely urgent moment. We need to stand up and defend our homes, our economy, and our lives!"
"I urge everyone not to believe the rumors circulating outside. They are sharp knives aimed at us, blades that slit our throats, and spears that try to pierce our hearts..."
Becker's oratory skills are outstanding; he delivered this speech, titled "It's Not Me Who's Wrong, It's the World," vividly and perfectly.
At least for a young boy like Sam, that was enough to completely stir his emotions.
Sam pressed his ear against the television screen and listened to the entire speech until it started repeating on a loop, at which point he finally snapped out of his daze.
He glanced down at the yearbook in his hand again, then walked to the phone and dialed another friend's number.
"Hey, I'm going to stay with you for a while..."
Half an hour later.
Sam, carrying a backpack, quietly left his house and disappeared into the night.
Until early the next morning.
Lucy knocked on her son's bedroom door again.
" Sam, are you ready? We're leaving in an hour."
" Sam?"
" Sam?!"
Sensing something was wrong, Lucy immediately opened the door, only to find an empty room with not a soul in sight.
My son is missing!!!
The terrible thought flashed through Lucy's mind.
She searched the house frantically, turning over every corner, even the cupboards.
However, her son is still nowhere to be found.
Vanished into thin air!!!
And she disappeared from her home!
And she slept at home last night!
This means that those "people" secretly kidnapped her son while she was right next to them!
Is this... a warning to her?
Lucy shuddered, stumbled back a few steps and fell to the ground, her face a mixture of fear and confusion. After a short while, she stood up as if she had been electrocuted, walked to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain, and peeked outside.
The streets outside looked normal as always, as if nothing had happened.
But the thought that her son was missing...
Lucy felt as if this tranquility was a gaping maw ready to devour her at any moment, as long as she left this home, as long as she left this city...
Those people will then launch another operation...
Lucy slumped down, trembling. Having lost her husband and son, she had no idea what to do now.
After a long while, she realized that Sam might have gone to class.
She quickly got up and called the school.
After checking, the teacher on the other end said that Sam did not appear at school today. The reason she was not notified was that many students had been absent from class recently due to the relocation to the south, and the teachers had become accustomed to this.
Hearing this, Lucy's fear intensified. She tried calling her husband again, but unfortunately, the international number she had left was still unreachable.
She also wanted to call the police.
However, the police said that the community was very busy recently and they were short-staffed. Her description sounded more like she had run away from home, so they suggested that she check again carefully.
If firm
If you believe it was a kidnapping, then you can preserve the evidence and the scene, and wait for their people to come back when they have time...
This dismissive attitude plunged Lucy into despair once again.
She now realizes that those community police officers have no chance of helping her.
She might be under FBI surveillance right now!
How could those community police officers possibly get involved in this mess?
At this moment, Lucy's mind was in complete turmoil, and she had no idea what to do next.
She felt as if a gun was being aimed at her from outside the house...
At the same time.
A hundred meters away, directly opposite Lucy's house.
A young man took the binoculars down, removed the earpiece connected to the bugging device, and turned to another person, saying, "Boss, the target seems to have noticed our surveillance; she's acting very uneasy..."
The North America continent is rife with chaos, but other countries are not much better off now.
Although most of these countries have confirmed the existence of parallel universes and the Mutual Aid Society, they are determined to join the Mutual Aid Society.
However, just because the authorities have confirmed it doesn't mean the public has.
Moreover, many people already distrust climate disaster theories, and moving south would severely impact their lives and careers.
Furthermore, with Becker and others secretly stirring things up, the whole affair has never truly calmed down.
Although Becker and his team lost most of their base, and the problem remains unresolved, it doesn't mean Becker is helpless.
If they can't fight, then Becker and his team still have their intellectual skills.
Over the years, they have cultivated a considerable number of disposable materials worldwide.
Although the advanced disposable materials recognized the situation and switched to a peace organization that possessed two sphere-sized nuclear arsenals.
However, the remaining low- and mid-grade materials, plus the offspring that spontaneously multiply from these disposable materials, add up to a considerable force.
When it truly erupted, its momentum was enormous.
The Mutual Aid Society and Zhong Ruijin's proposed solution to this tactic is quite simple --
Suppress them and that's it!
There's no time to talk about human rights right now.
Furthermore, if things continue this way, it's hard to say whether the world's biggest advocate of "human rights" will even exist after the disaster.
The owner's family is almost gone, why should they care about others' feelings when beating a dog?
In this situation, as soon as consumables emerge worldwide, the result is that patients have to ferry them across, and even the elderly go to the toilet—different paths leading to the same end.
Of course, these actions were not without results.
It has certainly made some people hesitate, hindering the relocation process, especially abroad, where it has even impacted basic order.
Zhang Tianyuan knew that this situation absolutely could not be delayed any longer. With a wave of his hand, he easily mobilized a force of nearly 500,000 people from the branches waiting in various timelines, sending them to the corresponding countries to provide aid based on their nationality and language.
With these new members added to the existing ones, the total number of official members of the Mutual Aid Society participating in the evacuation plan in the entire the Day After Tomorrow Spacetime has reached 700,000, which is more than the population of many countries.
With the arrival of these large teams, manpower became readily available, and the previously noisy crowds from various countries quickly quieted down.
I may not recognize the other people who started this trouble, but I do recognize the types of guns they use.
Especially those soldiers from other Wandering Spacetime, wearing black exoskeletons and carrying a Gatling gun on their backs...
The dignified and compassionate appearance of the Gatling Bodhisattva immediately silenced everyone.
Even domestically, various branches have sent a lot more people to help, but the methods are much gentler than those abroad, and the work is progressing much more smoothly.
This caused Wang Lei, who was in charge of part of the rescue work, to have a significantly lower blood pressure, allowing him to focus on his own tasks.
His main task is to rationally allocate all the aid resources from the Wandering Spacetime to the Day After Tomorrow Spacetime.
From the equipment needed for communication with the space station, to the large quantities of cold-weather suits and special cold-weather rescue vehicles urgently mobilized, and the soldiers sent from their timeline to provide support...
He was constantly busy with various trivial matters, leaving him no time to spare.
Besides him, the other members of the Mutual Aid Society also had their own tasks; everyone was racing against time...