Station 0.
The elderly man, who had arrived early with his son and family, was swirling a glass of red wine in his hand, staring blankly at Wilford on the projection screen. His face was flushed, whether from anger or drunkenness, it was hard to tell.
"What's going on?!" The old man turned to ask his subordinates, only to find them equally bewildered. Only the butler skillfully sent someone to contact the people at the train stop.
Soon, his subordinates reported that they had lost contact.
The housekeeper informed the old man's family of the news and also asked people near the dock to go to the scene to check what was going on.
Less than an hour.
Someone arrived at the scene and sent back photos of the corpses scattered all over the ground.
Many of those shot were executed while kneeling on the ground.
Seeing this, the old man immediately understood what had happened.
"He betrayed us!"
Bang!
An expensive bottle of red wine was thrown directly at a maid's feet, startling her so much that she screamed.
Instantly, the servant sensed something was wrong.
The old man did indeed look up at her, and immediately someone came in and dragged her away, covering her mouth as they left.
Even after dealing with this minor incident, the older man was still dissatisfied with what had happened.
He hadn't expected Wilford to actually have such audacity.
The real purpose of the global cooling plan is simple: to eliminate excess population, reset everything, and then, once the effects of CW-7 end and the Ice Age is over, they can become the ancestors of humankind, rebuild civilization, and become gods in the history of a new humankind.
There were actually quite a few participants in this project. Wilford was just one of the ordinary collaborators who joined later. Moreover, he had stronger industrial capabilities, so he was assigned the task of manufacturing the Snowpiercer and coordinating or laying out luxury train travel routes.
To put it bluntly, Wilford was an outsider!
Who gave him such audacity!
The old man was furious, but he hadn't lost his composure. He was still thinking about how to get on the train...
Thinking of this, the old man immediately asked the butler about the remote control method for the train, wanting to forcibly control the train remotely.
However, the housekeeper quickly sent back a message saying that all remote control devices had malfunctioned.
Wilford had taken precautions in advance.
And the butler
They also brought back even worse news.
The train is about to pass by here!
The train stop is not far from Station 0.
Not long after the butler finished speaking, a streamlined train sped in from afar.
The Snowpiercer normally travels at 50 kilometers per hour, but its top speed is far greater than that.
The train is now traveling at at least 150 km/h, its long body whistling through the platform like a gust of wind.
As the train carriages sped past, the old man, his face dark, tried to spot Wilford on the train. He even took a gun from his bodyguard and fired two shots at the speeding train.
Unfortunately, all of this was in vain.
Once the train had moved away from the platform, the angry old man finally regained his composure and coldly instructed the butler to prepare for their journey to the backup shelter.
Besides the train, he also had a backup plan.
Incidentally, he also instructed his butler to take advantage of the last bit of time before the snow and ice arrived to plant some bombs at key points on the global railway lines, directly destroying the railways.
No matter how advanced the technology of the Snowpiercer is, it's still just a train.
Since it's a train, it naturally needs rails.
As he walked and talked, the old man left the platform and returned to the luxurious waiting room, preparing to call his family to leave...
beep beep...
An electronic voice came from below.
The dedicated bodyguard noticed the sound immediately. He told the old man to step back, quickly found some tools, smashed the tiled floor, and pulled out a black time bomb.
The numbers above are counting down...
The old man's brow twitched; realizing something was wrong, he turned to leave.
But the next second,
beep beep beep...
Countless electronic sounds, like the chirping of cicadas, rose from beneath the floor.
Bang!!!
In the distance, Wilford on the train watched the fireworks and a slow smile spread across his face.
"The impact of CW-7 far exceeded expectations!"
"More than thirty hours have passed, and the air temperature is still dropping. Didn't their announced plan say that the effect would stop in a maximum of twenty-four hours?"
"The temperature drop is now far beyond what is allowed!"
Even if the cooling trend stops immediately, the world will experience a prolonged period of abnormal weather...
"But we are more worried about something else: the cooling trend is unlikely to stop in the short term!"
Big
Unlike most people who only follow propaganda, meteorological departments in various countries are closely monitoring the situation following the CW-7 emissions.
At the same time, the increasingly unusual temperature drop was also noted.
The area affected by the temperature drop is far too large!
According to satellite and weather balloon data, the atmosphere across South America and North America, as well as Antarctica, the Arctic, and parts of the Pacific Ocean, is now cooling down.
Moreover, both the scope and the magnitude of the changes far exceed all previously announced plans and data.
"In their previously released plan, they said CW-7 would only exist in the atmosphere for one day... Now it seems things are not as simple as they said!"
All countries have raised their alert levels, but are still primarily observing the situation.
Beyond the ocean.
Mather, based in North America, spoke with representatives from various countries, reassuring them one by one and assuring them repeatedly that the CW-7's effects were merely unusually good and would not lead to more serious consequences.
After hanging up all the calls, Mather stretched, a smug yet eerie smile on his face, and began to mutter to himself, "You have no chance."
"Please call Mr. Morgan for me." He summoned his secretary. Xxs-2
The secretary immediately complied, but soon returned to the office with a hint of doubt in her eyes. "Sir, the call didn't go through."
The secretary seemed equally puzzled as to why the call wasn't answered.
Mather froze, blurting out the words to his secretary to try again.
However, the secretary shook her head. "I've tried calling three times, but no one has answered."
The smugness that had just been on Mather's face vanished instantly, replaced by panic and worry.
He picked up the phone himself and quickly recalled calls from outside Morgan.
Any partner will do, just answer the phone!
Tell him where he wants to board the bus!
The secretary looked at her suddenly flustered boss with a puzzled expression and asked if there was anything she could help with.
Mather stopped dialing, his eyes glazed over. "Help... what happened while I was making this call?"
The secretary thought for a moment, then turned around and turned on the television.
"The person in charge of Wilford Industries said some strange things on television."
"I am Wilford..."
The special "advertisement" was broadcast again on television.
The secretary was baffled, but Mather felt increasingly disheartened the more he looked...