The thought that his son might be implicated because of him made Jack uneasy. He paced anxiously around the phone, almost tangling the cord into a mess.
Lucy was at a loss for what to do.
She was just an ordinary doctor; she had never seen anything like this before.
They both fell silent, their hearts still pounding.
I don't know how much time has passed.
Jack then spoke again.
And every time he speaks, it's an apology.
"Sorry..."
"It's my fault, I was too impulsive before..."
As the man spoke, he realized that he was always busy with work and had neglected his family. Now, he had even dragged his son down with him, and he felt truly ashamed of his wife and children.
The thought that his son might be enduring inhuman torture in some dark room, or even be dead, made Jack choke up.
His crying made Lucy unable to hold back either, and she started crying too. The couple on both sides of the phone were shedding tears incessantly.
" Jack... I've never blamed you... From the beginning, I knew you couldn't spend all your time at home..."
Lucy sobbed as she expressed her forgiveness for her husband.
Jack was increasingly moved as he listened, and his sobs and sadness gradually subsided. Hearing his wife's cries, he felt that he should step forward and solve the problem at this moment.
Crying won't solve anything.
Thinking of this, Jack said:
" Lucy, give me some time. I'll bring Sam back. I will, believe me... I can do it..."
He kept muttering to himself, or perhaps to his wife.
Regardless, at least after hearing this promise, Lucy's emotions stabilized considerably.
What, what do you plan to do?
"I'll figure something out. Sam will definitely come back, but you need to be careful until then."
" Lucy, you did a great job before. Stay in the hospital and don't leave. Don't be alone, and always be aware that someone is following you..."
"All you have to do now is wait for my good news."
"OK?"
Lucy hesitated before saying she was fine, "I'll stay at the hospital for a while. What about going to Miami, like you said before?"
"Wait for an opportunity. If you have the chance to migrate south with others, then make this call later..."
The two agreed on how to contact each other if they were separated in the future, and then hung up the phone.
Jack closed his eyes and thought for a long time, groping around in his network of contacts, and then he sadly discovered that he didn't have any friends who could help him with this.
The FBI, as an organization, had absolutely no connection to his life over the past few decades.
He didn't know many politicians or officials, and even if he did, it was because they were enemies...
He's not exactly a social expert, and his words over the years have offended quite a few people.
Upon closer examination, it becomes clear that aside from the experts in the meteorological field, he has virtually no other connections.
Within the meteorological community, those most likely to have connections with the FBI...
His boss, Tom?
This man had been working with him for twenty years; they were practically acquaintances.
With that in mind, Jack tried calling Tom.
The call was answered very quickly.
This is Tom.
Jack breathed a sigh of relief, "It's me, Jack."
Suddenly, everything seemed to freeze on the other side; there was no sound at all, not even breathing or other ambient noises.
Then beep beep beep--
Jack looked at the microphone, bewildered.
Did I just get hung up on?
He immediately called back, but the call was hung up again.
The third time, the fourth time...
It wasn't until the seventh time that Tom patiently answered the phone again.
"Have you completely lost your mind? Did you call me to ask me to contact a mental hospital for you?"
"Do you know what the consequences of your actions in New Delhi are?"
"I'm being watched now, our entire bureau is being watched!"
"They suspect us of treason! You're representing us and helping our enemy!"
"We can't even stay outside of our homes and offices!"
Tom's mouth was like a machine gun, firing bullets at Jack.
Jack's heart sank again upon hearing this.
Even
The weather bureau received this treatment...
Then his son Sam...
For a moment, Jack felt like he was having trouble even breathing.
"I... I... I'm so sorry!"
Jack stammered as he tried to organize his thoughts.
"I was too naive about what happened in New Delhi. My intention was simply to say that it was a possibility, not to fully support it. That was misinterpreted."
"But then I was barred from returning to China and couldn't explain myself in person."
"Phew--So you're looking for me now because you want to come back?"
"Yes, but I have something even more important to do."
"What is it? Just say it. I'm used to your shamelessness anyway; you're always getting me into trouble..."
My son is missing.
"Wh... WHAT?!!" Tom was so shocked by this that he stood up abruptly.
"My son, Sam, he's 17 years old. He disappeared from home a little over two weeks ago, the night before my wife Lucy was supposed to take him to Miami."
"We can't find him at the school. The police haven't filed a case yet, citing a shortage of manpower. My wife was even sleeping in the next room when he disappeared, but she didn't hear a thing!"
"This is absolutely professional, Tom... I think you understand what I mean."
I understand, of course I understand.
Tom has dreamt of a similar scenario more than once at night—waking up to find himself tied up and interrogated in some unknown place.
He just didn't expect that he, as his direct supervisor, wouldn't enjoy such treatment, but Jack's son would instead.
"This is terrible..." Tom sat down again, his eyes somewhat vacant.
Even he himself would be afraid of such an experience, let alone a 17-year-old high school student.
"So Jack, what do you want me to do for you?"
"The more the better, Tom."
"You know I can't go back to China right now. If you can help me find Sam, you can even become his godfather."
Tom scoffed, "This isn't worth much..."
"Okay, I'll do my best. I'll contact you as soon as I have any news. Should I call this number?"
"Uh-huh."
"By the way, Tom, if you have the chance, remember to leave Washington and move south, or at least prepare for a cold snap at home."
I can assure you that everything that is happening now is real.
Tom remained silent for a while before finally saying, "I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Jack felt like his heart was about to stop beating from the immense pressure.
Wife and children, friends, climate disasters...
He knew the truth, he knew everything; he was witnessing hundreds of millions of his compatriots walking step by step toward death...
But nobody believed him, and he couldn't even return to his country.
Knowing everything yet powerless to do anything.
Guilt and shame of incompetence tormented him repeatedly.
On the other side.
After Jack's wife, Lucy, hung up the phone, she also stood there for a long time before being called out by the nurse.
After leaving the office, Lucy immediately noticed that the hospital was much more chaotic today. Many people were rushing around in a hurry, and quite a few patients were carrying luggage as if they were leaving the hospital.
She found a nurse named Anna and asked her, " Anna, what happened?"
The nurse leaned close to her ear and whispered, "These people are all leaving Washington for Miami or Australia."
Lucy immediately realized what was happening and continued, "Has something new happened? There weren't this many patients leaving before, and they weren't this panicked."
Compared to before, the actions of these patients and their families who are now requesting discharge seem to indicate that they are very anxious.
Anna said, "It's snowing in New Delhi. It's the end of September now, and October will be here soon."
Lucy understood instantly.
The widely circulated disaster was predicted to begin in October, and now October is almost here, coinciding with a once-in-a-century snowfall in New Delhi...
This inevitably brings to mind...
Nearby, hospital staff had turned on the television.
Lucy turned her head and saw that Becker's speech video was still hanging on the TV screen...
domestic.
The climate conference is underway.
"After more than two weeks of continuous torrential rain, New Delhi has started to experience heavy snowfall in the last two days."
"We believe this is a signal, a signal of the beginning of a disaster. It can be said that the disaster began from this moment, and it will snowball rapidly."
Expanding its scope and power.
Liu Chunshi held up the weather data from New Delhi and gave a report to all the attendees.
This is an international conference.
In addition to Zhang Tianyuan and Elder Zhong from China, representatives from other countries within the Mutual Aid Society system also attended the hearing, which was broadcast live to the world via international channels.
Moreover, this live stream is not limited to any country; anyone can connect immediately upon request, even someone like Becker.
Therefore, in addition to the countries that have already joined the Mutual Aid Society, there are actually quite a few countries that are still observing the situation participating in the meeting.
"According to our meteorological calculations, following the heavy snowfall in New Delhi, Hurricane Nonali, which had already formed in the Pacific Ocean, is rapidly intensifying and has a high probability of causing unexpected damage."
"In addition, Tokyo's weather data has also reported anomalies, suggesting the possibility of hail in the near future..."
One region after another was mentioned by Liu Chunshi, and every word he said stirred the hearts of a group of people.
Zhang Tianyuan listened quietly.
The data that Liu Chunshi and his team obtained already included information he had gleaned from the movie. In addition, the meteorological team detected anomalies in many places not mentioned in the movie and issued warnings during the meeting.
For the other side, the heavy snow in New Delhi was both a bad thing and a good thing.
Its strength lies in the fact that it genuinely awakened many people on the other side, causing widespread public concern and prompting many to decide to temporarily relocate.
The problem is, Becker's publicity might need to be intensified again...
After Liu Chunshi finished his report, the various new member states in the Day After Tomorrow Spacetime also stood up and gave their reports.
However, they were reporting on the implementation of their own domestic asylum plans.
According to reports from various countries, the evacuation of the population has now been completed. They have either been placed in shelters, relocated to the south, or received vaccines and been sent to the Africa savanna in the Legend Spacetime.
As Zhang Tianyuan listened to these reports, he glanced at Wang Lei and the other execution team leaders from different timelines. Seeing that they all nodded, he knew that the mission was indeed basically completed.
Quickly say thank you to the compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva.
Of course, the work was carried out in a very rushed manner.
There are definitely many problems here. For example, some people are left behind, some genuinely do not want to relocate, some want to stay in the city to steal after everyone else has left, and some even want to take the opportunity to establish their own independent regimes.
Although there are many problems, there shouldn't be anything fishy going on here.
The scenario of crowding into Spacetime Tunnel like in No. 1 Spacetime, just to transport more supplies, likely did not occur.
After all, this timeline will enter an ice age, which is equivalent to putting everything into a giant refrigerator, and most of the supplies can be retrieved after the disaster.
In short, given the current situation, there is no time to deal with these issues, although this may be cruel for some who have been left behind.
But there's nothing we can do.
Neither Zhang Tianyuan nor anyone else could ask for more from the Mutual Aid Society.
They should be honored for saving the majority, not blamed for failing to save everyone.
For these people, Zhang Tianyuan could only set up patrol teams in most cities, sending them in Wandering Spacetime. But whether they would actually encounter them during a disaster was entirely up to luck...
After the report meeting ended, Zhang Tianyuan received a call from Carl, and then realized that he hadn't yet caught up on the latest developments on the other side.
"Latest situation?"
"The situation in New Delhi has caused a sensation here. Becker is giving a new speech, but it can't stop the wave of people fleeing."
Carl's tone sounded much better than before, so he seemed to be in a good mood.
He was standing at the hotel window looking down; the street was packed with panicked people, making it impossible to move.
He watched the congested roads with amusement, because he was one of the people behind it all.
Don't be fooled by these people being stuck in the road; Carl knows they'll survive. It's the stubborn ones who refuse to move that are likely doomed.
Listening to Carl's report on the victory, Zhang Tianyuan nodded in acknowledgment of his contribution.
Becker's side was too stubborn, and time was too tight, so he had already given up on them a long time ago. After all, they only had a few hundred million people, which was not even a fraction of the population in China.
It's all thanks to Carl, Chai Ping, and a few others who've been working on it themselves. It's good that they've managed to achieve some results.