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After the window shattered and the cold snapped in, the old Morgan's grandson couldn't stand it all at once, and was hugged by a few loyal drivers.

A group of people wandered around in the building like a group of headless flies against the cold wind, and finally went down the stairs and found a basement.

There are no windows, and there is a door to keep out the cold wind that rages through the building.

Although the drivers closed the door, Old Morgan still felt a steady stream of cold air blowing in from outside the door...

A group of people can only get together tightly, hugging each other for warmth like penguins in winter.

It's just that the effect of this approach is different...

After a while, Morgan, who was so cold that he couldn't stand it, asked everyone for their opinions, wanting to see if anyone knew any tricks to keep warm.

The result made him very disappointed.

No one gave any answers other than lighting a fire.

However, a brave old employee said that he could risk rushing out, pump out the gasoline in the car, and bring it back here to light it for heating.

All the drivers said that his behavior was too enthusiastic.

Well, enthusiasm in the physical sense.

Gasoline will volatilize to produce oil gas. When the concentration reaches a certain level, it can be ignited when it encounters static electricity.

Playing this in the sealed basement, I'm afraid I don't want to have a Li Mei barbecue...

Morgan didn't give up, and asked everyone to use their brains to think more about some small coups to keep warm. In the end, they only received a suggestion to let everyone stick closer together and rely on love to keep warm.

Old Morgan, who was shivering from the cold, finally gave up.

What tricks can these people, who have never been frozen since birth, come up with to keep warm?

They don't need to understand the common sense of many ordinary people...

The cold wind outside the door howled, even though the basement was somewhat blocked, the temperature was still getting lower and lower.

Occasionally, a driver would ignite a bit of paper in the basement to raise the temperature briefly, but before everyone could feel the real warmth, the engine had to be turned off due to oxygen.

Gradually, the atmosphere in the basement became more and more depressing.

Except for the sound of the wind outside, no one can hear anyone talking anymore.

Old Morgan, who was hugged in the middle of the crowd, shivered like a poor mouse in the cold, and his muscles began to twitch unconsciously.

Even the vision of the eyes began to blur.

It was the first time he felt such an unforgettable cold.

Every second he's here feels like a year.

At this moment, he missed that closed but warm bunker very much.

He regretted coming out from there, and vaguely remembered the day when the CW-7 was discharged...

If that day, he can terminate the plan.

He doesn't have to suffer from the cold here now, does he?

"Can we go back to the bunker?" trembling teenage grandson, jaws chattering uncontrollably.

"The Mutual Rescue Society said that they can transfer us to a parallel time and space, right? There won't be such severe cold over there, and we don't have to continue to endure this pain. I feel like I'm going to die..."

The grandson was almost speaking with his last strength.

His father heard it and just hugged him even harder.

Old Morgan was pulled back from fantasy to reality by this sound.

Although he really wanted to go back to the bunker, even if he was caught because of this, it didn't matter...

But old Morgan knew it well.

"I can't go back, whether it's the bunker or that day, I can't go back."

"What we have to do now is to bear the consequences it brings..."

Old Morgan explained a lot of truth in a rare long-winded manner.

It's just that no matter how much he said, no one responded to him...

Old Morgan didn't care, he just talked about himself in a low voice.

breathe……

heartbeat...

Everything is slowly coming to a halt.

……

At this time, it was definitely not the old Morgan family who were suffering from severe cold.

The area affected by this super storm is hundreds of thousands of square kilometers, and almost all of North and South Dakota and Minnesota are within the scope of the storm.

In addition, parts of other surrounding states have also been affected to varying degrees.

The winter temperature in these three states can generally reach minus ten degrees Celsius, but under the influence of the storm, the temperature has quickly jumped to minus 20 degrees Celsius.

This temperature appeared in summer, which caught everyone off guard.

Less than an hour after the storm fell, all kinds of help were pouring in, and they couldn't handle it at all.

In addition to this, there are numerous reports of deaths...

Even if a little preparation was made in advance, the various places are still in a mess, but they barely maintain it so as not to collapse.

For this situation, even Matthew's personal supervision online will not be of any use.

He can't send people to the disaster area out of thin air!

The various guards he just mobilized have just set off, and it is not yet known when they will arrive.

Matthew, who was driving ducks to the shelves, was overwhelmed by this sudden situation, and kept asking his secretary what else he could do.

The secretary reported the situation in a panic: "We have sent a support team of 8 people, but it is estimated that the fastest one will take three hours to arrive..."

Matthew suddenly thought: "What about the plasma jet of the Mutual Rescue Society?"

"I received a notification from them that the high-temperature jet has been launched to the center of the storm through the space-time tunnel."

"Then why didn't it work?"

"They have reminded before that it is difficult for plasma jets to have a significant effect in such a large-scale low-temperature storm."

"Then how many deaths have been reported now?" Matthew asked again.

The secretary replied: "Three continents total... 305 cases!"

When Matthew heard this, he almost fainted in the dark.

It has only been less than an hour since the storm fell, and three hundred deaths have been reported.

And that's just for information.

Are there still many that have not had time or cannot be reported?

Those are the big ones.

At this time, the secretary also said in a trembling voice: "According to the estimates of relevant departments, the real death toll is at least 1000."

Matthew put his hands on his hair, resisting the urge to stir up his hairstyle into a chicken coop. He remembered a case sent to him by Cheng Wanli when he just took office not long ago.

It is said that it came from a real event that happened in a certain time and space within the Mutual Rescue Society.

That time and space was also hit by a cryogenic storm, and hundreds of millions of people died directly as a result.

I heard that the corpses have not been collected yet.

And in that space-time North America, there was another gun battle dungeon, and there were more corpses...

He had been dubious about the case before.

So while talking about the relocation plan with Cheng Wanli, the requirements were more relaxed, and at the same time, people were asked to analyze whether the various weather data in the case were true, and by the way, they made preparations for disaster relief in various places...

Unexpectedly, the authenticity of the cryogenic storm has not yet been determined.

It has appeared in reality!

"Look at the situation at the scene."

Matthew's secretary taps into live satellite imagery.

From space, the giant eye of the storm appears as a large new blob of Earth.

Near the center of this large spot, dozens of straight, subtle blue lights can also be seen ejecting from time to time, crazily stirring the swirling storm clouds.

But in front of a huge storm cloud with an area of ​​hundreds of thousands of square kilometers, these blue lights are like toothpicks stirring a water tank. It cannot be said that it has no effect, but it must be minimal.

"That's the plasma jet from the Mutual Rescue Society." The secretary held the tablet connected to the big screen in his hand, looked at his boss, and shook his head slightly: "As they said, the effect is weak."

If the beam of plasma light emitted by the planetary engine is seen from the ground, then it is the giant pillar in the temple, the lightsaber piercing the sky and the earth, and all kinds of shocking adjectives can hardly describe its magnificence...

But if compared with the storm that is happening now, it is at best a straightened steel wire.

No matter how many steel wires there are, the storm that has already formed cannot be disturbed.

Scourge!

This is the power of natural disasters!

This storm killed hundreds of millions of people in another time and space!

Now Matthew is completely convinced that if they don't hurry up and evacuate, such storms will only become more frequent.

The plasma jet that shocked them before was almost useless in the face of such a natural disaster.

This kind of power is not something humans can resist.

even if...

It may have been created by humans.

Matthew suddenly remembered the information that Cheng Wanli had sent him.

"Morgan!"

Matthew gritted his teeth, never hated an old man so much in his life.

……

"The 24 steering engines are running at full power!"

"In addition, we have also started the test of [-] propulsion engines, but the activation of these engines is an unplanned arrangement, which has a great impact on the dungeon and its surroundings. We can only let them run for an hour... ..."

From the space-time communication, the information of wandering time and space came.

Looking at the big screen in front of him, Zhang Tianyuan simply replied: "Thank you for your hard work."

Hang up the phone and look to the side.

Liu Chunshi and Jack were still discussing while waiting for the results of the supercomputer's weather simulation.

In front of them is the detailed data of the current superstorm in North America.

Now 24 planetary engines are fully injected, and the impact is very small, and it only raises the temperature in some areas by 1.3°C as a whole.

For the surface, which is already close to minus [-] degrees, the temperature increase of this little bit is almost equal to nothing.

Still a lot of people were frozen to death.

No one can save it.

Jack Hall seemed to recall what happened in his own time and space again, and his face was always gloomy.

Liu Chunshi comforted him while he was free.

"The storm was so sudden this time, they've done a good job."

Jack opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally just sighed.

He also knows that North America in this time and space has really tried its best.

It took less than an hour for this storm to take shape from its inception to its complete formation, and the formation process was faster than their computer's calculation speed!

This did not happen even in the time and space of the day after tomorrow.

Zhang Tianyuan was silent on the side.