In the days that followed.
The entire Western world is like a pot of boiling oil, with all sorts of information bubbling up one after another.
All of this information is related to Thomas's "defection," and Elder Zhou, who protected Thomas, has been widely criticized.
Moreover, the level of criticism is increasing day by day.
Some astute members of the public noticed the unusual atmosphere around them, but many more were blinded by the hatred created by the media.
The number of people clamoring for " Thomas's repatriation" and " Thomas's arrest" is growing, even disrupting the normal operations of government agencies in various countries.
In this situation, whatever means the Ark Alliance uses seem to be aimed at maintaining fairness and justice...
For other countries...
What happened during this period completely baffled them.
How come the atmosphere on Earth has become so tense after I woke up?
Did they skip over some parts of the story?
These countries were eager to ask, but after inquiring around, they found that no one was willing to tell them.
After another day of working as a rubber stamp, Carl finally got to go home.
He rushed home, sent the nanny home as before, and began packing his mother's belongings: clothes, medicine, photos, and even the records she liked to listen to in her spare time, all of which he stuffed into her suitcase.
"Mom, we're going on a school field trip now, let's go!"
Carl made up a flimsy excuse, got his mother, who suffered from dementia, into the car, and sped off towards their destination.
On the way, Carl suddenly thought of Adrian and his father.
After hesitating for a moment, he still dialed the number.
" Adrian?"
"Yes, sir."
"Are you still in Washington?"
"Yes, I have nowhere to go right now."
"Is your father here too?"
Adrian sounded a little confused on the other end of the phone, but still lowered his voice and answered, "He's here. Ark Project suffered a setback, and I cherish every second I spend with him."
Carl glanced in the rearview mirror and said, "Alright, I'll give you an address. Take your father there now; we only have this one chance..."
"What do you mean?" Adrian asked, puzzled. He knew nothing about it until now.
Carl didn't intend to either
He explained to him in the car, only saying quickly, "Don't ask, just do it immediately. This involves confidentiality regulations, but there's a high chance it will save your father's life in the apocalypse!"
"Remember, don't tell anyone about this!"
Upon hearing what was said on the phone, Adrian immediately became agitated.
He immediately stood up from the sofa, found a piece of paper, and wrote down the address Carl had given him...
Half an hour later.
Carl rushed to a secluded villa in the suburbs.
Many vehicles had already gathered there, and they were all luxury cars; Carl's car was inconspicuous in comparison.
After waiting in the car for a short while, Carl saw Adrian arrive in his car, with his father in the passenger seat.
Carl breathed a sigh of relief and got out of the car with his elderly mother.
"Mr. Carl, what's going on?"
Adrian also came with his father.
His father, a Black musician who frequently performed on cruise ships, saw the numerous luxury cars at the event and, thinking it was some kind of party, laughed and said:
"Is there a party going on at the villa? Perhaps I could play a piece for everyone? It's a pity my partner Tony isn't here, otherwise we'd guarantee to amaze everyone."
"No, sir, I'm afraid no one is in the mood to listen to your piano playing right now." Carl didn't respond; his expression was serious.
We are preparing for an escape.
"What?" Adrian couldn't understand, so he could only follow Carl into the villa.
" Adrian, listen to me, Thomas isn't a traitor. He contacted an organization called the [ Parallel Spacetime Mutual Aid Society ], and his goal is to save us all..."
Carl briefly explained the current situation and added:
" The Mutual Aid Society has the ability to open Spacetime Tunnel and teleport instantly. I've already arranged with them to pick up our family members here today."
"I'm making an exception and letting you join, but you need to watch your mouth from now on..."
Adrian entered the villa, looked around at the elegant and well-dressed figures, and nodded numbly. "It's clearly an exception."
Everyone in the villa was silent; no one was in the mood to speak.
Until the servant came in and reported, "A special convoy has arrived!"
Carl quickly set off, with Adrian following closely behind. The other distinguished members of high society, who had appeared quite distinguished just moments before, followed him out like little ducklings, pattering and splashing.
As soon as Carl stepped outside, he saw a young man directing the scene. Some people who had come out earlier were already in their cars.
There were thirty buses at the scene, all used to evacuate family members.
"That must be the president of the Mutual Aid Society. Thomas said he's a young hawk. Don't say anything, tell your father to get in the car quickly..."
After giving his instructions to Adrian, Carl immediately went over to greet Zhang Tianyuan.
After seeing the two shake hands, Adrian walked to the side and they seemed to be talking about something.
It's not something he should know.
Adrian watched his father board the vehicle as the soldiers arranged for him, then waved goodbye to him through the glass.
After a while, Zhang Tianyuan and Carl parted ways.
"Is everyone here?"
Zhang Tianyuan asked the soldier in charge of statistics, and only after receiving an affirmative answer did he return to his vehicle.
The convoy that had surrounded the villa vanished in a flash of black light the next moment...
A small commotion broke out at the scene, but Carl quickly quelled it.
Adrian felt a sense of relief as he thought of his father, who had left with the convoy.
Meanwhile, Carl had already led the rest of the group back to the villa, where he raised his arms and shouted in the hall:
"Everyone, this world is about to be destroyed. Only the Mutual Aid Society's Great Migration Plan can save us. We must reject infighting and join the Mutual Aid Society!"
Having just witnessed the instantaneous teleportation, the upper-class individuals were greatly encouraged and joined in, raising their arms and shouting excitedly yet with composure:
Join the Mutual Aid Society!
Join the Mutual Aid Society!
Even Adrian unknowingly joined in...
Similar scenes are constantly unfolding in other countries and cities.
Zhang Tianyuan spent two days bringing back more than 10,000 people from all over the world.
According to Elder Zhou's estimation, the forces represented by these people are sufficient to facilitate the smooth implementation of the Global Great Migration Plan.
"We've wasted enough time with these people; it's time to cut our losses quickly..."
At the latest action meeting, Zhang Tianyuan and Elder Zhou made the same decision.