Hearing that they wouldn't be simply dumped on the roadside, the crowd calmed down slightly, but immediately pulled the objects out of their mouths and continued crying and screaming.
"No!"
"You can't do this! It's inhumane!"
"I have money, I have a lot of money, I can bring many projects..."
Zhang Tianyuan listened coldly, without saying much.
Wang Lei's expression was even colder than his; he didn't listen at all, returning his gaze to the documents in his hands and continuing to read in his normal volume.
His voice was much quieter than the wailing of the crowd. To hear Wang Lei's instructions clearly, the foreigners had to lower their voices, quickly going from loud sobs to quiet whimpers.
Soon they learned that they would be dropped off in Washington., where evacuation plans were being made, and if they were lucky enough, they might be able to find a place in a military jeep.
After hearing the news, everyone started another round of wailing.
"I know I was wrong, please let me go!"
"..."
Wang Lei shook his head and prepared to leave.
Jack seized the last opportunity, raised his hand, and shouted, "Can we go to New York?"
brush!
In an instant, everyone was looking at him.
Those foreigners, especially, who were wailing, wished they could scrape his flesh off and eat it.
Putting them in Washington is exciting enough, but this person actually suggested putting them even further north in New York?
Isn't this sending them to their deaths?
No, this person is one of them...
Isn't that just sending them all to their deaths?!
Jack realized his mistake and quickly tried to salvage the situation. "Ahem... I meant, could you put me in New York?"
Perhaps feeling that his request for special treatment was a bit excessive, Jack deliberately jumped up and down a couple of times and raised his hand to Zhang Tianyuan: "Mr. Zhang, we met in Antarctica before, do you remember me?"
Zhang Tianyuan nodded.
Of course he remembered Jack.
He was, after all, a main character in the movie.
only...
"That's a pity, Jack."
Your wish probably can't be fulfilled.
"The rescue teams are scheduled to begin their efforts in the Midwest, and you may not know this, but a tsunami wave has just been detected. New York is expected to be hit by the tsunami in a few hours, and seawater will flood the streets."
Upon hearing this, Jack was completely dumbfounded.
Zhang Tianyuan continued without pausing, "So you should know that it's unrealistic to conduct large-scale rescue operations against the raging waves during a tsunami."
"Our most optimistic estimate is that we will have to wait until after the tsunami has subsided before sending rescue teams in."
Jack remained silent.
The most optimistic estimate...
That means there's also the worst-case scenario in the estimates.
He already had a guess about this.
He was also involved in meteorological work and knew that New York was likely to be on the path of the North America storm, which meant that New York would also experience extremely low temperatures that could freeze people into ice pops, or at the very least, a significant drop in temperature.
A tsunami followed by extremely low temperatures.
Given these two factors, the most appropriate course of action would certainly be to wait until the seawater flowing into the city freezes before launching a rescue operation.
But this seemingly most prudent approach is actually the least optimistic scenario for him.
Can his son hold out until then?
Seeing Jack's face darken, Zhang Tianyuan could only say that he was powerless to help.
Jack was right. The Mutual Aid Society's plan was indeed to wait until a large-scale temperature drop occurred in the east and the seawater froze before launching a rescue operation.
Otherwise, it would place too high a demand on the rescue team.
One second they're rowing a small boat to rescue people on the water, the next they're finding a place to start a fire to keep warm and survive the freezing temperatures...
At this pace, the rescue efforts are more like sending people to their deaths.
"Our space station is currently broadcasting across North America, including warnings of tsunamis and extremely low temperatures. If your son receives this message, he should be fine."
Zhang Tianyuan calmly comforted Jack.
Jack's son is, after all, the main character of the movie, and he should have a certain protagonist's aura in this disaster, so he shouldn't die so easily... right?
Wang Lei also remembered Jack, after all, he was someone Liu Chunshi had connections with, so he made a point of mentioning him.
"We'll also have a rescue team stationed in Washington., and will begin rescue operations once the situation in New York stabilizes. We can take you with us then; you can come to Washington with us."
Jack was in a daze, but he still instinctively thanked Wang Lei.
Returning to Washington first and then going to New York is a good move for him, since his wife is still in Washington.
Jack fell silent.
Those who had been wailing and howling just moments before were now silent.
Human nature tends to prefer compromise and moderation. For example, if you suggest sending them all to Washington, they would certainly be unwilling. But if someone stands up and advocates sending them to New York, then they will compromise and agree to go to Washington.
To these foreigners, Jack was the villain who stood up for what was right.
The subsequent work proceeded smoothly.
At the same moment that the rescue team from the Wandering Spacetime arrived in the Day After Tomorrow Spacetime, Wang Lei also arrived in Washington with his newly established North America command center.
Along with them were Jack and other strong, loud-voiced, energetic young men with moles who were eager to return home and make their own contributions.
Upon arrival, these individuals were handed over to Washington's guards by Wang Lei's subordinates.
The guards were completely bewildered by the group of young men before them, utterly baffled as to why these "aliens" from a parallel universe would send back a group of their citizens.
And these people were still crying and wailing...
Of everyone, only Jack remained sober.
He identified himself to the guards, and the guards, not daring to be negligent, immediately reported it up the chain of command, and then notified the meteorological department.
Soon, Tom came to pick them up himself.
How did you get here!
Tom was both surprised and delighted to see Jack appear before him.
Jack opened his arms and embraced his long-lost boss. "Long time no see."
"Yeah, long time no see!"
Without time for catching up, the two left the scene and headed straight for the meteorological department, leaving the others staring at each other in bewilderment.
Soon, Jack returned to the meteorological department's conference room.
A multi-sectoral seminar is underway here.
From meteorologists to space agency experts, most of Washington's meteorological elites were present at this meeting.
When the meteorological experts saw Jack walk in, they were momentarily speechless. Experts from other departments also asked in surprise:
Who is this man?
" Jack Hall, the guy who caused trouble at the New Delhi Meteorological Conference, was the first person to publicly support the climate catastrophe theory."
"But this terrible situation actually proves he was right..."
"Clap clap!"
Tom clapped his hands twice, abruptly ending the meeting. He walked to the front of the group:
"I think we don't need to waste any more precious time. Jack is involved in weather work in the Mutual Aid Society, yes, that's the organization we just partnered with. Let's have him give us an update on what's going on."
"I think no one will question their meteorological theories now?"
Tom glanced around, and many of the experts in the conference room lowered their heads.
Previously, most people here considered the theory of climate catastrophe to be absurd, and at best, they believed that the theory had some research and discussion value.
When Jack publicly expressed his support for climate catastrophe in New Delhi, some people even publicly expressed their disdain for it.
As a result... this is now pure karma.
Jack had no idea what these people were thinking. He hadn't returned to his country since the New Delhi incident and had no idea what had happened there.
His thoughts are now preoccupied with his wife and son.
He just wanted to quickly explain the situation to these confused experts and professors, and then go find his wife and children...
At the same time.
Wang Lei had already met up with Carl, and Becker had also followed Carl to the camp.
I personally boarded the cold-weather vehicle, experienced its advanced technology, and watched Wang Lei easily direct the various rescue teams already deployed in the north, guiding them into the city for rescue operations.
Becker felt a little dizzy.
Carl, standing nearby, pointed here and there, humming, "Our Mutual Aid Society has mobilized a team of over 150,000 people from No. 3 Spacetime to support you. We've also assembled a command team most familiar with the situation, plus specialized equipment. You could say no one is more suitable for this rescue than us."
"But this"
This was an action that should never have happened. If you had listened to us earlier, the situation would be a hundred thousand times better!
Carl's words pierced Becker's heart like a knife. He took off his glasses, revealing eyes full of weariness beneath the lenses.
He knew he had really messed up this time.
Faced with Carl's accusations, he could only keep a straight face and remain silent.
Inside the command vehicle, only Carl's incessant complaints continued until, quite some time later, Wang Lei had consolidated the situation across North America and ensured that all rescue teams were ready. Only then did he turn around and offer his suggestions:
"You should leave Washington as soon as possible, and everyone in the city should evacuate immediately."
He presented a newly released weather report.
" Washington isn't safe either; it'll be frozen over in a day or two at the latest."
"You will be safe only if you retreat to at least south of 30 degrees north latitude."
Faced with Wang Lei's cold tone, Becker became as obedient as a chick, honestly replying, "We're already organizing the evacuation; all departments are taking action..."
Becker laid out the entire evacuation plan to Wang Lei.
After he finished speaking, Wang Lei understood what Becker and the others were going to do next. He entered all the information he had just heard into the system and uploaded it to assist the rescue operation. He also asked a question:
"When do you plan to evacuate? If needed, our rescue team can leave you a cold-weather vehicle and a driver."
For the sake of those 80 billion US dollars in supplies...
Becker hesitated for a moment before saying, "We'll leave with Army One."
Hearing this expected answer, Wang Lei didn't ask any more questions.
They all left with the highest-spec convoy, how could anything possibly go wrong?
With this in mind, Wang Lei finalized the plan. "Once the situation in New York stabilizes, the entire Washington contingent will advance northeast."
Becker and his team also requested that they rescue as many people as possible in New York.
Although all the wealthy people in New York have left, there are still a large number of elites left behind. They represent the foundation of a nation, and Becker doesn't want to give them up unless absolutely necessary.
The entire plan was thus finalized.
New York.
By this time, it was already broad daylight, but the torrential rain still hadn't stopped.
The people inside the library remained steadfast, with armed police officers taking turns guarding the various entrances and exits, vigilant against gunmen lurking in the shadows.
From night to day, the gunfire in the city gradually subsided, but it never stopped. In fact, many bodies of those who had been shot could be seen floating on the streets with the floodwaters.
In this environment, a group of police officers were dispatched from the library, leading a group of young men through waist-deep water to search for supplies in other buildings.
Although the situation in New York City is completely out of control, finding supplies is not particularly difficult. The group easily carried back a large amount of food and drinks from the broken supermarket.
Some people also brought back warm clothing and bedding.
A large amount of supplies were piled up in the middle of the second-floor lobby, and police officers were responsible for distributing them, with people lining up to receive them.
Everything seemed perfectly orderly; the inside and outside of the library were like two different worlds.
After sleeping for two hours, Sam went out to find supplies again and received his own food and water, as well as a down jacket and a sweater.
His classmate Brian stood by the window, gazing anxiously at the street outside.
JD, meanwhile, held a radio and listened silently to the space station's broadcasts.
Laura...ノ②З
Sam opened the water bottle and took a big gulp. He then spotted Laura in the crowd; she was curled up in a corner, sleeping peacefully like a little rabbit.
At that moment, Sam only hoped that disaster would not strike.
Unfortunately, just as this thought crossed his mind, he heard JD stand up and shout:
"Quickly bring everyone back from outside!"
"Tsunami!"
"It's coming!!!"
Time seemed to stand still in the hall.
During this pause, only the radio continued to function normally:
"This is the Navigator Space Station. According to the latest monitoring results, the North Atlantic Ocean tsunami wave is approaching New York. New York residents, please move to higher ground immediately..."
The announcement had just finished.
The hall immediately erupted in noise.
The police officers dispatched men to rush out and report the incident.
The remaining people rushed to the windows...