This world is terrible

Chapter 413 Century Train

1:00 AM_

Outside the window, an urgent alarm suddenly sounded, and in response, the night watch champion Allen had a confused expression on his face.

"What happened?"

For a moment, he ignored the fierce gunfight on the screen, took off his headphones, and walked to the window. He saw several residents holding loudspeakers and shouting: "Affected by the typhoon, the Donghai Municipal Government..."

"What is it?"

Before he could recover from the shock, his door rang.

"Alan? Alan! Don't sleep! Get up!"

"mom?"

Alan pushed open the door and saw his parents busy packing their luggage in the living room.

"Keys! Where are my keys?"

"Old He, roll up your bedding quickly and stop thinking about those packets of Huazi."

"Why bring bedding? It's too heavy. Didn't the government say they would give it to us?"

"You're stupid. The shelter will be so crowded. Do you really think there will be enough supplies? Solve your own problems if you can!"

"dad."

"mom."

Allen rubbed his eyes and asked in surprise: "You two...what are you doing?"

The two elders didn't have any extra time to pay attention to him. They just said "read your text messages" and hurried into the bathroom.

"Hey, Lao He, why don't you take these cosmetics with you? It would be a shame to keep such expensive things if they were stolen."

"Are you going to kill me?"

Short message?

Allen trotted back to the room, picked up the phone that was charging on the bedside table, and as soon as he turned on the screen, he saw a text message signed by the "Donghai Meteorological Bureau" and a voice notification from the "Donghai Emergency Management Bureau."

  [Emergency Notice: Typhoon 'Migratory Bird' is approaching. Please immediately follow the emergency plan and follow the local neighborhood committee (village committee) staff to evacuate to the designated disaster shelter...]

"...The relevant departments will continue to provide the latest information. Please keep your phone open. Thank you... for your cooperation?"

pill.

  What a dangerous hurricane this must be, that it has forced humans, who have developed to this point, to avoid its edge?

"Why are you just standing there in a daze? Go pack your things!"

  boom!

The sound of the door closing woke up the voice-controlled lights in the corridor. As Allen and his family walked out of the apartment building, carrying large and small bags, they were immediately greeted by staff.

"You're the owner of 502, right?"

He checked the list and confirmed the information of the people, then pointed to the main road where people gathered and said, "The disaster shelter is in the underground parking lot of the Golden Mango Building in Wuyang Street. Please go this way."

"underground?"

Lun's father was a little surprised: "Why is the typhoon shelter set up underground? Isn't it more likely to be flooded?"

In response to him, the staff just shook their heads silently.

Obviously, this question is beyond the scope of his job considerations and there is no way to answer it.

"For related questions, you can consult the management staff of the disaster shelter."

"This……"

With doubts in mind, Allen's family moved into the main road and together with hundreds of families here, they gathered into a community called "Fulin Community". Finally, in front of the Golden Mango Building, they were completely merged into the general name "Wuyang Street".

"Keep your distance and be safe!"

Outside the Golden Mango Building.

Tan Yan put down the loudspeaker and looked at the growing crowd in the square, and couldn't help but sigh: "There are so many people."

He can be considered an "old man" in the Executive Bureau. Six years ago, he participated in the search and rescue in Shabin City after the disaster. He also took on the condolence work for some of the families of the missing persons by virtue of his natural advantage. As a result, he had an indissoluble bond with Gao Yi and occasionally showed concern for him by browsing his records.

However, as early as the beginning of this spring, he had actually retired to the third line due to health reasons.

The "third line" is the term used by the Executive Bureau, and generally refers to idle positions with confidentiality. Of course, there are also the "first and second lines", which represent combat and civilian positions respectively. However, starting from tonight and that meeting, the so-called "first, second, and third" are no longer differentiated.

now.

Everyone is a warrior.

"Old Tan, can you bear it?"

Song Lao Hu came over from a distance and handed over a cup of coffee in a disposable paper cup: "You are almost going to have grandchildren, and you are still needed to work so late at night. It's really hard for you."

"Director, please stop teasing me."

Uncle Tan laughed and said, "In our line of work, staying up late has become a basic skill. I was a little uncomfortable when I first got laid off. I always wanted to get up in the middle of the night to change shifts."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The sound gradually died down.

The two of them stared at the long queue at the entrance of the underground parking lot. Song Lao Hu suddenly sighed: "... How lucky we are."

"We are very lucky to have the 'zero' plan in place before this summer."

"Otherwise, our fate will not be any better. We may end up like the second Shabin."

Uncle Tan nodded in agreement. Talking about this, he immediately became more energetic: "Boss, how efficient is the underground train? How many people can it take away before dawn?"

“The situation is not very optimistic.”

Song Lao Hu said seriously: "A Century Train can carry about 1300 passengers, but the number of trains currently deployed, including those called up from other cities, is less than . Each train has a different destination and a different round trip time. I'm afraid that only a tiny fraction of the passengers can be sent out before dawn."

"This is the case in some areas close to airports or high-speed rail stations where some of the burden has already been shared..."

"Twenty-five million people, Lao Tan."

Song Lao Hu glanced at the ticking second hand on his watch: "The lives of 25 million people in the entire East China Sea are all connected to this train of the century."

"The disaster shelter is only a second-best place to stay, because those who understand the above data know that when the unpredictable "seasonal storm" comes, many people will still be forced to stay due to lack of time..."

Uncle Tan looked at the crowds that continued to pour in from all directions of the square and whispered, "But compared to facing the storm head-on, this is undoubtedly the best outcome, isn't it?"

"I just hope that in the future, there won't be another child like Gao Yi in the East China Sea. He is still a child, but he is already alone, and no one in the world can explain to him the reason."

"Don't be so sad, talking about this child."

Seeing that his old friend was a bit emo, Song Lao Hu immediately eased the atmosphere: "I heard that he has been doing well recently, his grades are as excellent as ever, he has joined the student union, and he has a few friends around him who are worth making friends with. When he finishes his studies in the future, he may return to his hometown to get married."

A sneeze!

  (Gao Yi: I have no objection)

"Haha."

  Before Uncle Tan could even laugh, a few voices suddenly rang out from the crowd:

"rain!"

"It's raining!"

Raindrops fell from the sky with a crackling sound, instantly wetting the dry ground. After a brief commotion among the crowd, "mushrooms" bloomed one after another.

"The rain is coming. We must hurry."

Song Lao Hu lifted the hood of his raincoat, so Uncle Tan couldn't see the expression on his face clearly: "Old Tan, there is a long way to go. We will meet again next time."

"Ah."

Uncle Tan raised a disposable paper cup, as if he was back at the welcome party when he first joined the company, where the specialists celebrated this gathering and made plans for the next meeting.

"See you later."

After saying that, he drank the coffee in his hand which was mixed with a little rainwater and exhaled the hot air.

instant coffee……

This is how it should taste.

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