"Today is another extraordinary day. I'm so glad to see you all in class again..."
At school, Ms. Harris stood on the podium, looking at the sparsely seated students below, and silently counting the number of students in her mind.
12 people.
There are only 12 students left in this class.
The other students had already fled south with their parents.
Harris sighed inwardly, said nothing, picked up his books, and began the lesson...
Below.
Sam sat in his seat, resting his chin on his hand, staring blankly in one direction.
He was unaware that his parents believed he had been kidnapped by the FBI.
Since running away from home that night, he had been staying at his best friend's house temporarily, using the excuse that his parents were away on a business trip, which did not arouse any suspicion from his friend's family.
Because many people know that his father travels to various meteorological stations in the Antarctica Arctic year-round, and his mother is an excellent doctor, it's perfectly normal for them to attend academic exchange conferences.
Although he skipped school on the first day after running away from home, he still obediently returned to class in the days that followed.
Otherwise, even during this special period, his teacher would definitely call home to ask.
If Lucy or Jack had made another call to the school at that moment, they would have immediately learned that their son had been safely at school the whole time.
Unfortunately, they didn't.
Having gone through a series of events, Lucy was already on edge, and her fear of the FBI made her subconsciously blame the agents hiding in the shadows.
Jack, on the other hand, had complete faith in his wife. After all, she was in the area and would certainly know more about the situation than he, who was far away abroad and hadn't been home for months.
So the two of them started thinking the wrong thing...
However, Sam is completely unaware of this at the moment.
He simply didn't want to go to Miami with his mother.
Although he was puzzled as to why his mother hadn't come to the school to look for him after so much time had passed, he was too lazy to think about it now.
Perhaps Mom has already gone to Miami alone?
As long as his mother doesn't come looking for him, he has a day of freedom.
There's nothing happier than this.
Sam smiled as he thought about this, but then he quickly suppressed it.
Because the girl turned her head in the direction he had been looking...
Sam, feeling guilty, quickly looked away, but then felt his face burning, as if someone was watching him.
Thinking of this, he turned his head back and found Laura looking in his direction as well. Their eyes met in the air, and Sam quickly forced an awkward smile. The girl opposite him returned a sweet smile, which immediately struck Sam's heart, as if he were soaking in honey.
For the rest of the class, Sam's heart was like a balloon released into the sky, swaying with the wind blowing into the classroom; even his saliva seemed to taste sweeter.
Sam was still basking in the sweetness of the moment, but seeing Becker on TV frequently made him less happy.
"Over the past few days, the number of people fleeing south from our country is estimated to have reached seven million."
"Furthermore, the heavy snow in New Delhi is intensifying and shows no signs of stopping. Based on past years' records, this snowstorm would certainly have already caused numerous casualties by now..."
The secretary is briefing Becker on the current global weather conditions.
Becker listened expressionlessly, his mind wandering.
"What about that global meteorological conference they held before?" he suddenly interrupted his secretary, asking about something else.
The secretary, prepared for this, skipped over the details of New Delhi and said, "According to the meeting's findings, their meteorological team issued numerous weather warnings for various regions, including a hail warning for Tokyo and a hurricane warning for California..."
" California hurricane?"
"Yes, Hurricane Nonali is approaching California, and the forecast predicts that its power will likely increase rapidly in the coming days."
To what extent will it be enhanced?
The secretary flipped through the records. "The other party didn't say it explicitly, but used the phrase 'unprecedented' to describe its power."
"Unprecedented?"
"I understand," Becker for a moment, "Remind California to prepare for the typhoon and minimize damage as much as possible. Our economy is fragile right now; we can't let this..."
A strong wind blew down this big tree in California...
"OK."
The secretary got up and left.
Alone in his office, Becker picked up the phone again to report to his superiors.
Soon, the other party learned the latest situation.
Becker told him almost nothing, and then received a reply.
"Okay, I understand. I can handle this."
After hanging up the phone, Becker took off his glasses, revealing tired eyes and a weary face; the situation was getting worse.
The unbelievable seems to be coming true.
His superiors didn't blame him too much. Things couldn't have developed to this point without their tacit approval, so the two were essentially in the same boat.
"Make the arrangements. I have an interview coming up, and the topic is debunking the lies about climate disaster."
"Dear viewers, we are now in New Delhi. You probably won't believe what you're seeing here; it's snowing heavily right now. If you were here, you would definitely think you were in Siberia."
"Now people have to take precautions against the cold when they go out on the road. No, there are no people on the streets anymore; they have all gone into shelters."
It's said that some people were initially reluctant to stay there, but as the snow intensified, they eventually moved in as well...
The news was playing on the television.
Hedland Meteorological Observation Center, Scotland.
Dennis, who usually watches the game here when he's on duty, was unusually reading the news.
Meanwhile, on the news, reporters are reporting to viewers from the empty streets of New Delhi, braving the falling snow.
"This is really too abnormal." Dennis clenched his fist and covered his mouth, his voice so low that only he could hear it.
Professor Rapson, wearing glasses, slowly flipped through the documents on the table. He turned to me and said, "Didn't we already predict the abnormal climate?"
"This heavy snowfall in New Delhi had already been announced beforehand."
Dennis said, "Yes, we were notified, but I still feel this is beyond my expectations. The duration and intensity of this snowfall are terrifying... especially considering its location..."
That would be even more frightening.
Professor Rapson smiled calmly and turned his gaze back to the documents on the table, "Alright, the results Liu and his team released are accurate. It's now certain that a global climate catastrophe is about to occur."
"For people like us, we can only hope it doesn't turn out the way the paper predicts."
"It's difficult." Dennis shook his head.
"Have your families been settled in?" another Black assistant suddenly asked.
Professor Rapson said, "My son didn't really believe in that theory, nor did he trust his dad's professional skills, so he wasn't very cooperative. But thankfully, he eventually got admitted."
Why is that?
Who knows? Maybe it's because of the Gatling gun?
The professor chuckled as he mentioned this, then turned around and sat down, mimicking the posture of those exoskeleton soldiers with his upper body. "Those soldiers' equipment looks really scary, much more futuristic than the sci-fi equipment in movies. No wonder they're from a parallel universe."
"I heard Liu mention that the meteorology there is highly advanced. If we can establish a stable cooperative relationship in the future, perhaps we'll have the opportunity to study there. That place is full of cutting-edge theories at that level..."
As he spoke, the professor patted the documents in front of him, which were copies he had made public from the materials Liu Chunshi had released.
Dennis laughed along, "Yes, we will. We've already joined the Mutual Aid Society, haven't we? They even helped us with our evacuation plan. We just need to wait a little longer."
The Black assistant wanted to say something more, but he suddenly noticed out of the corner of his eye that the computer screen seemed to be flickering.
He instinctively looked over, then squinted...
This computer is connected to numerous weather buoys deployed in the ocean by their observation center, and the data detected by those buoys is transmitted back here immediately.
This is why they didn't seek refuge elsewhere and stayed here.
They needed to obtain firsthand information here, and then transmit it to Liu Chunshi via international routes for compilation and formation.
Global weather change models.
"Hey, the buoy is showing an anomaly!" The Black assistant jumped to his feet, lunged at the computer screen, and stammered, "This... this buoy is off the coast of George, right where the hurricane is. It's issuing an alert, showing that the sea temperature there has dropped... dropped..."
"13 degrees Celsius!"
The room fell silent immediately.
Dennis walked over with a frown. "How could it have suddenly dropped so much?"
He turned to look at Rapson: "Professor, could this be a malfunction?"
Normally, he would have immediately assumed the buoy was malfunctioning, but now he wasn't so sure.
Professor Rapson, his expression equally grave, approached, staring at the constantly flashing data for buoy number 4311 on the computer screen.
Sea level pressure 99 kPa, wind speed 10 m/s, air temperature 25°C, sea temperature drop of 13°C...
Looking at these data, Rapson remained silent for a long time.
"Professor?"
Only after his two assistants spoke did he slowly say, "Contact the nearest unit, whether it's the police or the military, and ask them to go to the site and measure the seawater temperature."
"At this time..."
We can't be sure it's a malfunction!
Just as the Hedland Center was contacting other organizations for assistance, a large number of reporters were gathering in Tokyo, all focused on the dark clouds in the sky.
"According to the latest weather warning, hail is expected to fall soon. The Mutual Aid Society has issued a notice today advising people who have not yet entered shelters to stay inside sturdy buildings and be alert to the potential dangers of hail."
"But we can still see many people partying on the streets of Tokyo, seemingly enjoying this deserted space and looting everything in sight..."
On live television broadcasts to a global audience, reporters captured several blurry figures in the distance. These people were seen gathered in groups, and as the reporters described, they were wreaking havoc in the city with various tools in their hands.
Even the film crew couldn't stand their condition, so they found a few strong and healthy staff members and planned to send them out to persuade the rioters.
Just as they were getting ready to leave, they suddenly felt that something was amiss.
There seems to be a faint crackling sound outside?
Crack!
Suddenly, it seemed as if something fell from the tall building, landing heavily on the ground. Its fragments even bounced off several people who were about to leave, causing them a sharp pain.
One of them gasped in pain, instinctively touching the spot where he had been hit, only to find his clothes were wet...
Looking down at the ground, I was immediately startled!
There was a small, irregularly shaped block of ice, about the size of a pebble, on the ground!
What was that, a falling object from a height?
That's clearly hail!
Before they could react, they heard the crackling sound suddenly increase in frequency, sounding like rain all around them.
Each thud was accompanied by a hailstone at least the size of two fists falling.
Bang bang bang!!
The hailstones, as large as stones, pounded into the ground, creating craters.
The reporters inside stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.
"How could there be such big hailstones?"
One reporter couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
Can hailstones bigger than stones still be called hailstones?
The photographer turned his lens out again, wanting to capture more footage of the hail falling, but unexpectedly discovered that the thugs who had just been looting and having fun outside were now all lying on the ground, seemingly lifeless.
You could vaguely see hailstones falling, smashing their bodies to pieces, then rolling to the side, only to be stained red with their blood in a short while.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Tokyo, and it's hailing here. The situation is completely beyond our expectations; we've never seen anything like it before..."
The reporters hurriedly huddled in safe corners to report.
The staff members who had almost walked out were so frightened that they collapsed. They almost died outside. If they had taken just a few more steps...
News of the massive hailstorm that struck Tokyo spread rapidly around the world, or rather, primarily to North America, through journalists' reports.
Heavy snow in New Delhi and hail in Tokyo have made North America residents, who have witnessed these two abnormal weather events firsthand, even more anxious.
With Carl secretly instigating the situation, an even larger exodus soon ensued...