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"Will they really come?" The black assistant couldn't stand the atmosphere, and walked to the door, wanting to hear the movement outside.

When he got up, the other two were no longer calm, and stood up, and Dennis also walked to the door, and then put his ear to it.

Professor Ruibosen controlled his emotions and tried his best to comfort his two assistants: "Be patient, they will come..."

The other two had no choice but to walk back from the door.

"I still have a bottle of whiskey, do you want to try it?" Professor Riboson took out a bottle of wine from the bookshelf, and then took out three wine glasses from behind a certain book.

The other two shrugged and walked over.

The three glasses of wine had just been poured out, and before they toasted, the three of them heard a sound coming from the door.

Boom!

Twice.

The poor door was directly removed, and the wind and snow poured into the house.

Then a white soldier wearing an exoskeleton and a glass mask walked in from outside, and three people were about to toast.

"Well... I knocked on the door twice, maybe you didn't hear me, but I don't think it's time to drink now."

The white soldier from Wandering Time and Space looked at the hands of the three people strangely, as if signaling them to put down their wine glasses.

"Okay, then we won't drink. But I hope I can take this bottle of 12-year-old whiskey with me." As he spoke, Professor Rabson recovered the wine glasses from the hands of the other two and poured them back into the wine bottle one by one. .

Regarding his behavior, the soldier didn't have any complaints. He looked directly at the microcomputer on his arm and called up the mission information.

He compared the photos on the screen with the three people in front of him: "Professor Ruibosen and your two assistants?"

"Yes."

"Thank you for your unwavering contributions. I have been ordered to come and meet you. You will be sent to Vault 97 in Scotland to be reunited with your families."

The soldier saluted, then looked inside the house.

"Is there any other items that need to be taken away? As long as important items, basic living supplies do not need to be taken away, there are brand new ones in the shelter."

Professor Ruibosen also glanced around, and after a short thought, he picked up the wine in his hand: "The important information has been transferred in advance, and now there is only this bottle of whiskey."

The soldier smiled, reached out to take his drink, and joked: "Well, the 12-year-old whiskey is definitely very important."

"Let's go……"

Chapter 258 No chance

"In 1532, the Spanish conquistador Francisco Pizarro defeated the king of Peru in Cagameca, the highlands of Peru. What is his name?"

Sitting behind the podium, the host spoke out the questions on the paper blankly, and then calmly announced the start of the timing while watching the students in front of him.

The students in each seat immediately began to answer nervously.

"Mount Zuma?" Brian gave his answer immediately.

Then Laura, who was sitting in the middle, immediately denied: "No, no, Mount Zuma is in Mexico, not Peru..."

Sam didn't speak, and he didn't even hear the question just now. He was looking blankly at the desks around him, each of which had the team's number on it.

For example, if they are number 50, there is a "50" number plate in the upper right corner of the table.

In other words, there should be at least 50 times 3, or 150 students, in this classroom.

But now let alone 150 people in the classroom, maybe there are 100 people including referees and other staff.

Maybe only 70 people?

If it wasn't for worrying about being convicted of cheating, Sam really wanted to turn his head and count how many people were in the classroom.

The tables of many participating teams are directly empty, with only a number plate on it.

At least where did the participating students go?

Perhaps it has gone south.

In addition to his own school and the airport, Sam felt the drastic impact of climate catastrophe on society for the third time here.

They didn't even have enough people for this small competition.

"Sam?"

Laura next to him touched him suddenly, and Sam suddenly came back to his senses, "Sorry, I was distracted just now."

"I know what you're thinking, don't worry too much, there are still many people in New York, aren't there?"

Indeed, New York is still as bustling as ever, and there are still traffic jams where there should be traffic jams. If he hadn't been sitting in this classroom, maybe he wouldn't have been able to feel the things covered up in this bustling background.

The people here don't seem to know anything about the climate catastrophe. Maybe they knew, and some people fled, but those people are insignificant to the whole New York?

Sam still couldn't control his wild thoughts.

The contest went on into the night.

Their competition performance is not very good, but the ranking is not low.

Because there are only a few teams participating in the competition...

The dinner was held at the competition site. It was a buffet dinner in the school. By the way, it was also a party, and many students attended it grandly after dressing up.

This includes Laura as well.

If it was the past, now should be the time for hormones to attack.

But now these participating high school students from all over North America are arguing excitedly one by one, without any ambiguous atmosphere.

"Climate catastrophe is impossible. You can go to any university and find a professor of meteorology, and the other party will tell you how absurd it is."

"But the current climate anomaly is very obvious. This cannot be explained. There was no such abnormal weather record last year or more..."

"Did you read the report on Hurricane Nonali? It was the strongest hurricane in history, and it was suddenly strengthened, which shows that our climate may indeed be changing!"

Listening to the students around them constantly arguing, and some even suddenly scolded each other and quizzed each other, Sam felt that his ears were polluted.

He shook his head, came to the edge of the restaurant with a heavy heart, and then found that there was actually a TV set here, and the person on the screen was his "old acquaintance" - Baker...

Are you giving a speech again?

Take a break, okay?

Sam's experience is not alone.

Similar debates are constantly happening in every small corner, maybe at the family dinner table, maybe in the company's office.

Although almost nothing can be seen on TV except Baker's speech, but among the people, climate catastrophe has become the number one appetizer for the people, creating good sales in bars everywhere.

……

"Tom, how is the situation?" Jack finally got another chance and called his boss Tom.

Not long after he made the last call, Zhang Tianyuan ordered all the shelters to be activated, and he was taken into the shelters as well. He worked with Liu Chunshi and the others on weekdays, processing some data from all over the world.

In the past few days, he was so busy that he flew up every day.

And what's worse, there was no international phone to borrow for him in the shelter, and he lost contact again.

Fortunately, the weather monitoring points in the entire northern hemisphere are now closed, which freed up an international phone for him, allowing him to call back to North America.

Hearing Jack's question, Tom on the other side was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice: "I protested to them, but they didn't respond to me..."

"No response, what do you mean?"

Jack snapped.

"That's what you understand. I don't know Sam's whereabouts now."

"Huh!" Jack covered his face, not knowing what to say.

"I'm sorry," Tom began to apologize instead, "Our department is still under surveillance, which may be the reason why they ignored me..."

Their Meteorological Department doesn't have much face in front of a powerful department like the FBI, not to mention they are still under surveillance by the FBI.

The tiger fell into Pingyang and was bullied by dogs.

Not to mention that they are not considered "tigers" in the first place?

It's no wonder that a benevolent person like the FBI will give them face.

"No, thank you Tom, you have helped me a lot, all because I was too impulsive."

Jack temporarily suppressed the melancholy in his heart, "I'm calling you this time, and there is another thing I want to tell you."

"We think that a powerful low-pressure cloud will soon form on the coast of California, which will cause a series of terrifying sky phenomena. Including but not limited to hail, tornadoes, or violent hurricanes, you must remind the people of California to be prepared Otherwise, a heavy price will be paid.”

Tom over there was silent again, holding the microphone in his hand, and said after a long time: "We have received this news through official channels two days ago, and we have reported it, but we haven't received it yet. any echo."

"Damn it!" Jack immediately understood what was going on, "Is that clown still continuing his speech?"

"I don't know who the clown you're talking about is, but there's a guy who's giving speeches a lot right now."

The powerless guilt in Jack's heart came to him again, and he felt his heart ache.

"Don't worry too much, Jack."

"Maybe nothing will happen? Also, I heard that many people in California are distributing some special leaflets, which may save some people?"

"But we could have saved more people!"

Jack was walking around in the shelter's studio with his phone in hand, and the other meteorologists around him couldn't help but look at him more.

"It's not something you and I can decide over the phone."

Tom's words made both of them fall into silence.

Jack also realized that no matter how much he complained to Tom, it would be futile.

"Feel sorry……"

"Wait a minute, there's a knock on the door." Tom left the phone abruptly and didn't come back for a while.

"Jack, some important news."

"what?"

"California really has a tornado!"

"What!" Jack, who was still walking around just now, was petrified, and the disaster was coming much faster than he imagined.

"I can't say any more, I'm leaving now, someone is summoning me, this may be the last chance for you and me!"

Leaving one last sentence, Tom hung up the phone directly.

Leaving Jack alone in anxiety on the other side of the ocean.

at this time.

California, Los Angeles.

Zach held a stack of leaflets in his hand, and watched the people around him scrambling around in panic. The screams came from all directions one after another. The more intense the screams, the more likely they would stop abruptly in the next second.

Because of that person, dead!

boom!

Zach saw a man knocked down by a door panel, and after a few hard twitches, the man stopped moving.

The wind is whistling all around, the sky is full of messy objects, the fruit peel paper bags that should have been in the trash can, the trees that should have been in the park, the reinforced concrete that should have been in the building...

Now it's all about the sky! ! !

In front of his eyes, three tornadoes rose from the sky, like knives mixed in, destroying everything in the city. Even those buildings that are strong enough to resist earthquakes are as fragile as cheese in front of these tornadoes , Silently wiped and "bitten" half of the entire building.

He could even see that there were human beings struggling in those tornadoes. That person's hands and feet were kicking and kicking in the air, but he couldn't find a point of support.

He could only be swept higher and higher by the tornado in despair, until he collided with other things, and then...

There's no after that.

That person must die.

"Am I dreaming?" Zach glanced at the flyer in his hand again.

A prophecy-like title was written on it.

[California's major climate disaster is imminent, beware of tornadoes and hail]

Five days ago, he took over the job of distributing leaflets.