"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
What is this car?
At the entrance of the shelter, a transport vehicle bearing the flags of the Mutual Aid Society and the United Government stopped.
A group of soldiers nearby quickly approached with a large Horn, asking questions as they went.
The driver leaned out of the truck, pulling out a manifest. "This batch is for communication equipment for this station, which is connected to the space station behind it..."
After the driver finished speaking, he opened the cargo door from the driver's seat.
The soldier he spoke to took the manifest and inspected it, while others quickly boarded the cargo hold to check the goods.
Several minutes later, the inspector jumped out of the vehicle, dusted off his hands, and said, "No problem. Quickly get the equipment team to find a place to install it, and then start testing."
"Okay, but let's get the equipment down first..."
The soldier put away the shipping manifest and hurriedly ran off to find the unloading team.
The other soldiers who remained on the spot didn't sit idle either. Seeing that no other transport vehicles were arriving for the time being, they rolled up their sleeves and started carrying things.
The transport vehicle contained several communication transmitters, including all the equipment for signal transmission and relay, and these were high-power devices that could function normally even in extremely low temperatures.
Moreover, it's not just for communication with the space station; other methods such as shortwave radio communication also work without any problems.
These robust pieces of equipment all came from aid from the Wandering Spacetime organization. They were originally planned to be installed at surface rest stations to ensure the global communication network.
It has been temporarily moved here.
After the disaster is over, Elder Zhong will have to organize people to dismantle and send the equipment back to Sun Deyi, otherwise it will be a huge expense to rebuild the equipment there.
Because these devices were not designed with portability in mind, and yet they also had to be sufficiently reliable, the weight and size of each component are quite considerable.
The soldiers who remained beside the vehicle managed to carry a few items before they began to pant and their hands trembled slightly.
Seeing this, the squad leader let out a long sigh, "Everyone take a break and have some water. Don't go easy on them and break anything, or I won't be able to take responsibility..."
"Phew—Squad Leader," the soldiers all bent down, hands on their knees, and looked in the direction of the unloading team. Suddenly, they huddled around their squad leader and said, "If only we had their... uh, what was it again?"
Exoskeleton?
"Yeah, yeah, if we had their gear, it would be so much easier to move things. I saw them wearing those things; they could flip a jeep over in one go. They'd be like Supermen!"
"Hey, class monitor, why don't you ask the higher-ups if we can get a few for us to play with?"
"Or we could ask other classes who were assigned to the equipment unloading team, and ask them to let us experience it during their breaks..."
The squad leader rolled his eyes at the soldiers who had spoken. "Damn it... didn't we have a selection process before? You guys didn't get selected, and now you want me to get you equipment? Do you think I, your squad leader, have that much influence?"
The soldier, who had been given a cold shoulder, chuckled, not taking it seriously at all, and said with a grin, "Think of a way, sir. You always say that anything is possible with human effort."
"Exactly, exactly! You didn't say that to us when you ran three 5km runs in a row last month."
"We're just doing this to experience advanced equipment, broaden our horizons, and increase our combat effectiveness..."
"Why don't we ask our brothers in those parallel universes? They seem pretty easy to talk to."
"Get out! Get out! Get out!" The squad leader glared at everyone, tapping several people on the head before saying sternly, "After the break, everyone copy the rules five times and hand them in before bed!"
Upon hearing this, the group that had been shouting immediately fell silent and turned into a chorus of groans.
However, after a while, even after the shouting had subsided, everyone still couldn't put down the cool exoskeleton.
"When do you think we'll have that kind of equipment?"
"I heard that their timeline is almost 2060 now. Will we be able to exist there by then?"
"It should be soon. They've already provided us with aid, right? They should be selling to us again in the future, right?"
"Can we afford it...?"
A moment of silence fell over everyone.
The squad leader stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "Alright, alright, what discouraging talk is this? What day is it in a month?"
"The world is about to end, and you're still spouting nonsense!"
"Get up and keep moving..."
As soon as everyone stood up, they heard a hissing sound coming from inside the shelter, as if something was spitting air.
Everyone has become so familiar with this sound these past few days.
I'm very familiar with it now.
The unloading team has arrived.
Sure enough, the next second they saw a team dressed in camouflage uniforms and equipped with black exoskeletons.
Compared to people like Wang Lei who Wandering Spacetime, these people's clothing is clearly mismatched with their exoskeletons, and the forced style is particularly obvious.
Furthermore, their awkward and stiff walking postures also indicate that they are not yet fully adapted to these exoskeletons.
Even the squad leader couldn't help but stare intently at the soldiers wearing exoskeletons.
Even their awkward postures exuded a cool style in their eyes.
As soon as the unloading team arrived, the equipment, which had been moved by a few people with trembling hands, was completely unloaded in less than ten minutes.
Those around them watched as the soldiers simply placed their hands in position, bent over, and stood up, effortlessly lifting objects weighing hundreds of kilograms or even several tons. The soldiers looked completely unfazed, as if they hadn't exerted any effort at all.
The surrounding soldiers were practically drooling (¯¯)
"Squad leader, let's go!"
One of them nudged his old squad leader.
The old squad leader turned around and glared at him, then fixed his gaze on an old acquaintance in the unloading team.
Taking advantage of a break while they were moving the goods, he went over to them.
" Cannon, are you having a tough time?"
The soldier he called "Cannon" had dark skin, turned around, and subconsciously said, "It's not hard work."
"What's wrong?"
"Hey... um... when do you guys take a break today?"
rest?
Upon hearing this word, Cannon's expression immediately changed.
"You also want to borrow this exoskeleton I'm wearing?"
"Want to too?" The class monitor sensed something was wrong when he heard this word.
"Hmm," Cannon nodded, "It's not that I'm being disrespectful, brother, but this matter requires a proper order of precedence..."
The squad leader's eyelids twitched visibly. "How many people are in line ahead of us?"
"Not a lot, not a little." The Cannon pondered for a moment, then held up five fingers.
Five?
"No, no, no." Cannon pulled a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket and handed it over. "Here's your autograph, there are probably about fifty people ahead of you..."
Class monitor. "..."
"Excuse me, goodbye!"
The dream of using an exoskeleton was thus shattered.
Fifty people.
That would take forever to get through.
The squad leader could only lead the others away to continue carrying out his own mission.
There are many soldiers and staff members like them.
The nationwide evacuation efforts are now in their final stages, with people gradually moving in and some even already settled in.
However, just to be on the safe side, a large amount of supplies continued to be transported inside, and every part of the shelter was a scene of bustling activity in order to receive these supplies.
Even the resettled residents couldn't resist the urge to be idle, forming volunteer teams and busily working in their respective positions.
The aid team dispatched from the Wandering Spacetime and Space and the 2012 Time and Space branch undertook a large amount of transportation and equipment debugging work, and also shared a lot of experience in relocation and cold-proofing.
Although the shelter was closed off and oppressive, the genuine camaraderie forged in hardship was like a spring breeze caressing people's hearts.
Meanwhile, in other countries in the Northern Hemisphere, their plans are also proceeding smoothly under the protection of the Greatly Merciful and Compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva.
It's just different from what we have in China.
In these countries, the implementation of evacuation plans is primarily centered around Mutual Aid Society teams from the Wandering Spacetime" community.
Otherwise, if we rely solely on the locals to carry it out, given their execution capabilities, it would take who knows how long.
For example, after Becker caused trouble with disposable materials last time, it was these Wandering Spacetime teams that overruled objections and forcefully summoned Gatling Bodhisattva. It was this timely action that stabilized the situation.
Therefore, for the refuge plan to proceed smoothly, it really depends on the branch of the Wandering Spacetime Association to urge and promote it.
Even the Time-Space Branch of "2012," which has experience in migration, is no match.
Because during the time travel in "2012", most of the branches were just there to coast along. If these branches were placed in the brother countries of this time travel to be commanded, they would only be assimilated by their brothers.
Within the United Government system, the regimes in the Wandering Spacetime are organized into underground cities, each with ample experience in disaster relief.
In this respect alone, any one of these underground cities could easily crush most countries in this timeline.
In addition to domestic and international evacuation plans, Liu Chunshi also led his meteorological team back to the Day After Tomorrow Spacetime to continue their meteorological monitoring work.
Those who returned with him also included those who had disappeared from this time and space for nearly a century.
Jack and his group for one month.
On their first night in the Wandering Spacetime, the three of them remembered that they hadn't informed their families of their whereabouts.
The main reason is that they have become accustomed to the busy international routes in New Delhi, and once they arrive in China, they forget to inform their families.
Moreover, by the time they remembered, a whole era had passed, which, to put it mildly, meant they were now separated by death.
In this situation, there was nothing they could do.
Upon their return, they had no choice but to ask Liu Chunshi to arrange an international phone call for them.
Liu Chunshi did not refuse this small request. After mentioning it to the guard next to him, someone quickly took Jack and the other two to make a phone call.
Almost a month later, I dialed my home phone again.
After waiting for a while, no one answered.
Jack felt a little uneasy and instead dialed his wife's work number.
He didn't know if his wife had followed his instructions and taken their son to Miami to hide.
In this era, there's no convenient mobile communication like in parallel universes, and he couldn't possibly guess his wife's phone number at the Miami hotel...
Soon after, a major disaster will strike, and tens or hundreds of millions of people will be in chaos, making it very difficult to find anyone.
After a few unnecessary worries flashed through his mind, Jack soon realized he didn't need to worry anymore.
The call was connected.
"Hey? Lucy?" Jack asked tentatively.
" Jack?"
Upon hearing the familiar voice, the wife on the other end of the line raised her voice, seemingly overjoyed.
But less than two seconds after the initial surprise, Jack heard his wife begin to sob.
Jack panicked immediately.
"What's wrong? What happened? Why... why haven't you gone to Miami yet?"
"It should be almost October now?"
Having spent too long in the Wandering Spacetime, Jack had forgotten the exact date of the Day After Tomorrow Spacetime, but he was certain that it was almost October, which was why he had returned.
Lucy cried to herself for a while, releasing all the pressure she had been holding in, before finally speaking haltingly, "I'm so glad you're alive, Jack... They didn't do anything to you, did they?"
"Alive? Them? What are you talking about? Do you think I've been kidnapped by someone?"
Lucy across from her froze, her snot hanging in mid-air. "Isn't that right?"
Jack blinked twice, his clever mind already figuring it out: it must be because he hadn't contacted his family recently that his wife thought something had happened to him.
"NONONO! I just left New Delhi with Liu during this time, the Liu who published the theory of climate catastrophe."
You wouldn't believe it, but I followed him to a real parallel universe, where I experienced the greatest shock of my life...
When it comes to this, Jack can't help but share his thoughts at length.
But Lucy wasn't in the mood to listen to any of that now.
She had only one thought in her mind:
"If you... if you weren't captured, then where did Sam go?"
" Sam?"
"The night before I was supposed to leave for Miami, Sam mysteriously disappeared from his home..."
Lucy recounted the whole story truthfully.
"I thought this was a warning to me, so I didn't dare stay at home and stayed at the hospital most of the time... But I would call home at night, and no one would answer, which meant Sam hadn't come home..."
Upon hearing this, Jack was dumbfounded.
"So, Sam really is missing?"
"And... what about school?"
"I contacted his teacher on the first day Sam disappeared, but he didn't go to class. The police said they were short-staffed and refused to come to my door. I haven't received any news from Sam since..."
As she spoke, Lucy couldn't help but start crying again.
She's been under a lot of pressure lately.
Jack felt like he was holding a ticking time bomb, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.
Although he was usually very busy with work, constantly traveling, he never neglected his son. The first thing he did upon returning to Washington was to check his son's report card...
However, now his son has mysteriously disappeared?!
"Where could he go? He's just a high school student!"
Who would kidnap him?
A flash of light appeared in Jack's head--
It must be his own fault!
He left New Delhi with Liu, but the agents there couldn't find an opportunity, so they targeted his son who was still in China!
FBI, you've done so many bad things!