"Good news! According to satellite monitoring, the atmosphere has cooled significantly within hours of CW-7's deployment. This could be a good start, and the global warming problem may very well be completely solved..."
"... According to scientists' predictions, the Earth's temperature will return to optimal levels within the next day. CW-7 truly deserves to be called one of the greatest inventions in human history..."
"The president of the Soros Group publicly stated that CW-7 can be applied to Interstellar colonization. Humans can periodically deploy this coolant to cool certain high-temperature planets, creating an environment suitable for human habitation... This method of planetary terraforming will usher in a completely new era for humanity..."
Snowpiercer Spacetime.
The cooling of the atmosphere couldn't be hidden even from the Mutual Aid Society in another time and space, let alone from the various countries in the area.
News about the temperature drop quickly filled the global spotlight, with most people seeing only praise.
Countless scientists stepped forward to celebrate the achievements of CW-7 and began to envision the future.
The crews responsible for dropping CW-7 arrived at the live broadcast studio of a top-rated program on the night the mission ended, where they were greeted with flowers and praise from the host and audience.
But behind the glitz and glamour...
Many people are also worried about this extremely rapid drop in temperature, and some radicals even believe that a terrible disaster is about to happen.
"The deployment of CW-7 was a conspiracy by developed countries. Of the 79 countries involved in this plan, all the developed nations and their loyal followers were included!"
"Ignoring the opposition of most developing countries and various organizations, they forcibly released this refrigerant, which will have a huge impact on the world, on their own territory. If a serious accident occurs, all of humanity will bear the consequences!"
These voices are not small, but due to the special attention of some people, these non-mainstream messages simply cannot reach the eyes of most people.
Most of the opposition, like a drop in the ocean, was instantly drowned out by a flood of "positive reviews," disappearing like a bubble in the midst of superficial praise.
The older man sat on a private jet bound for the "station," with his youngest son beside him. He held a tablet displaying a news article related to CW-7.
After watching the news, he handed the tablet to the butler, who had been hesitant to speak, and asked, "What's the situation on the other side?"
The middle-aged butler, head bowed, said, "They haven't discovered our purpose yet, nor do they know the true capabilities of the CW-7."
The old man closed his eyes slightly.
"That's hesitation and observation. This is our opportunity. The effects of CW-7 have exceeded everyone's expectations; they didn't have time to react."
Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but grin, revealing a row of exquisite, porcelain-white teeth, and laughed heartily.
He never expected that they would discover such an incredible substance as CW-7.
More than a decade ago, a small leak of this substance from a laboratory caused the average temperature of an entire continent in their country to drop by ten degrees Celsius for three whole years.
To this day, apart from the people in the laboratory, no one knows what caused those three years of abnormal weather.
From the moment he discovered CW-7, he had kept its whereabouts strictly confidential and had begun gathering his comrades to plot a plan...
After two years of secret planning and simulation, and seven years of deception, the CW-7 finally produced enough of its kind to be released openly and smoothly into the atmosphere...
Looking out the window at the horizon, the plane soon arrived at the airport where it was to land.
Before disembarking, the old man was in a good mood; his aged hands were loosely clenched, as if he were holding the Earth.
"A new era for humanity is about to begin; we will recreate a new world."
One day after CW-7 was deployed.
Temperature changes are affecting the entire planet, and as scientists have predicted, the Earth has reached its most suitable temperature ever recorded.
This good news was announced to the public immediately.
The excited reporters, hoping to find and interview the scientists in charge of the global cooling project, were surprised to discover that they could no longer contact the highly respected scientists through any means.
They seem to have vanished from the face of the earth.
Faced with this situation, everyone just felt a little strange, thinking that perhaps something had happened to those scholars.
This did not stop supporters of the cooling plan from having a celebration.
But while everyone else was celebrating, many countries around the world...
Departments and institutions, however, all issued the same warning:
The cooling of the upper atmosphere did not stop after a whole day and night; instead, it intensified, expanding in scope and decreasing in temperature!
The situation seems to be spiraling out of control!
This phenomenon once broke through the blockade and attracted the attention of some people.
But it was immediately drowned out by a chorus of voices saying things like, "It's just a minor accident," "It was expected," "It will stop soon," "Not everything is perfect," and "We understand."
"Some people are starting to realize this, but it's already too late..."
Inside a classically decorated, luxuriously styled carriage, Wilford stood in front of a mirror, straightening his clothes.
He had a Mediterranean hairstyle, deep-set eyes with a pair of sharp eyes, and a cool yet joyful smile that always lingered on his lips.
He is no longer a young man.
The plan is finally about to begin.
" Claude..."
Wilford turned around, and a slightly plump young woman immediately responded to him from behind.
"I'm here, Mr. Wilford."
"Hmm... Is everyone here?"
"Soldiers, engineers, waiters... are they all here?"
"They're all here." The young Claude, dressed in yellow, was Wilford's newest secretary, and upon learning of that plan, she simply couldn't calm herself down.
Immediately, she remembered something else, "The other gentlemen are expected to arrive at Station 0 within three days. They will board the train there, and we just need to proceed as planned, starting the train four days later."
Wilford noticed her nervousness, reached out and gently stroked her hair, then leaned close to her face. "Don't be nervous, you have a great seat on the train."
"Now, relay my orders to everyone on the train: I'm about to depart."
Claude was somewhat taken aback.
"Sir, if we leave now, we won't be able to get the other investors onto the train."
Wilford said coldly, "The train is too small, and they have too many people. I never intended to give them a seat... You know, you can't raise a group of sharks in a small pond."
Claude understood what his superior meant...