Movie Savior

   Chapter 426 The mighty power of nature (22)

  The glass in the building could not withstand the hail that fell like raindrops, and now it was faintly about to burst.

   "Quick, let's change place!"

  Old Morgan got up first, making a big move, stirring the surrounding air, as if two pieces of ice were stuffed into his bones, making him gasp in breath.

The family members next to    and a few old drivers and employees also got up and packed their things. They were also wearing blankets and various thermal products. They were all big brands.

   Aside from not being too warm, these big names have few drawbacks.

   Everyone just got up, and the last cry came from the glass that had just made a sound.

After    "Boom", the debris smashed all over the floor.

  I don’t know when the fist-sized hailstones came one after another, like meteorites, smashed into the house through the gap in the window, and the debris flew to everyone’s feet.

   And not just one window, other windows in the building were also broken, and within half a minute, the building was already ventilated in all directions.

   The cold current that Old Morgan had never felt ran through his body recklessly, as if it would freeze his internal organs into ice slag.

   He just took a breath, and he could feel a dull tingling in his lungs, like two mints stuffed inside.

  Other people feel no better than old Morgan.

  The people of the Morgan family have always been well-dressed. They have never left the embrace of air conditioners and heating since they were born. Even when they are outdoors, they are still hot and cold.

   What's more, we are now facing a super storm that is much weaker than the abnormal cold snap.

   Even if you look at all time and space, there are a few people who have encountered that kind of scene, not to mention those of us who have been frozen.

   Looking back from the window, before the cold current poured in, the grandson of old Morgan suffered from it as soon as he was born, relying on a few loyal drivers to hold him.

   Outside the small building, the group was like a swarm of flies with heads running around in the cold wind. They went up the stairs first and found a basement room.

   There is no window outside, and there is no door to block the cold wind raging outside the small building.

  Although before the drivers closed the door, Old Morgan still felt that there was no source of heat blowing back from the door...

   A group of people can only get close together, like penguins in winter, hug each other to keep warm.

   It’s just a matter of opinion based on the effect of that approach…

   After a while, Morgan, who was so cold, asked everyone's opinion, and wanted to see if anyone knew any great tricks to keep him warm.

   I was very disappointed with the result.

   Did Xiaojia give any answers other than making a fire?

   But none of the cowardly old employees said that I could take the risk and rush out, pump out the gasoline from the outside of the car, and bring it back to the outside to light it for heating.

   All the drivers said that my behavior was too cold-hearted.

   Well, cold heart in the physical sense.

   Gasoline will volatilize to produce oil and gas. When the concentration is reached, it can ignite when touched by static electricity.

   Playing that outdoors on a sealed floor, I’m afraid I want to have a Li Mei BBQ…

  Morgan gave up and asked Xiaojia to use his brains and think less about the big coup for keeping warm. In the end, he only received a suggestion to make Xiaojia stick closer and rely on love to keep warm.

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

   For those of us who have been frozen since birth, what great tricks can we come up with to keep warm?

   There are few common senses of special people that we all need to understand...

  The cold wind whistled in the door, and even though there was nothing to block the basement, the temperature was still getting higher and higher.

   Often, no driver ignites a little piece of paper outdoors on the ground, and the temperature rises briefly, but if there is no real return to the family, it has to be turned off because of oxygen.

   Gradually, the outdoor atmosphere on the ground became more and more depressing.

   Except for the wind in the room, I never heard anyone speak.

  Old Morgan, who was held in the middle of the crowd, shivered like a poor mouse in the heat, his muscles twitching consciously at the end.

   Even the vision of the eyes ended blurry.

   It was the first time I felt that unforgettable heat.

  I felt like a year away every second I was out there.

   At this point I have more than missed this closed but cool bunker.

  I regretted coming out of this place, and I remembered the day when the CW-7 was discharged...

  If this day, I can terminate the plan.

   I'm just using it to get cold outside, right?

   "Can you guys go back to the bunker?" the teenage grandson said tremblingly, his jaws colliding and stopping under control.

   "The Mutual Rescue Association said, we can transfer you to a parallel time and space, right? There will be no such scorching heat here, and you have to continue to endure that kind of happiness, you feel that you are dying..."

  The grandson was almost speaking with the utmost strength.

  My father heard that and just held me tighter.

  Old Morgan was pulled back to reality from fantasy by that voice.

  Although I also really want to go back to the bunker, even if I get caught because of it, that's what it means...

   But old Morgan was vague.

   "Whether we went back, whether it was the bunker or this day, we have already gone back."

   "What you have to do now is to endure the consequences..."

  Old Morgan gave a little bit of reasoning in a rare and long-winded way.

   It’s just that no matter how little I say, no one will respond to me…

  Old Morgan also cared, and only focused on speaking aloud about himself.

breathe…

  Heartbeat…

  Everything is stopping fast.

  …

   It was definitely not the old Morgan family who was enduring further torture at this time.

   The area swept by the superstorm was no more than hundreds of thousands of square feet, and almost the entire state of North and South Dakota and Minnesota were within the scope of the storm.

   In addition, there are no other parts of the surrounding state that have been affected to the same extent.

   In winter, the temperature in those eight states can reach more than ten degrees Celsius. However, under the influence of the storm, the temperature has quickly jumped to less than seventy degrees Celsius.

   That temperature appeared in summer, and everyone was caught off guard.

  When the storm comes, it is a big time, and all kinds of help flock to it, and the basic solution is to come.

   In addition, there are no reports of a small number of deaths…

   Even after a little bit of preparation, everything was still messed up and awake, but it was barely maintained until it collapsed.

   In that case, even if Matthew personally supervises offline, it will play a little role.

  I can send people to the disaster area out of thin air again!

   The guards from all over the world that I have just mobilized have just set off, and I still know when they will arrive.

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

  The secretary also reported the situation on the ground: "You have now sent a support team of 40,000 people, but it is expected that the slowest team will arrive eight hours before..."

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

   "You received our notification that the cryogenic jet has been launched to the center of the storm through the space-time tunnel."

   "Why does this have no effect?"

   "We have already reminded later that it is difficult for the plasma jet to have no significant effect in a small-scale high-temperature storm."

   "How many death reports are there now?" Matthew asked again.

   The secretary replied: "A total of 305 cases in eight continents!"

   Matthew almost fainted when he heard that.

   Now that the storm has reached a big time, 800 deaths have been reported.

   And that's just receiving information.

   Are there still few who have the time or the law to report it?

   These are the small heads.

   At that time, the secretary also said with a trembling voice: "According to the estimates of the relevant departments, the real death toll is at most less than 1,000."

  Wei Mao put his hand under his hair and resisted the urge to turn his hair into a chicken coop. I remembered that Cheng Wanwai sent me a case when Jiu Jiu had just stepped down.

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

   This time and space was also hit by a high temperature storm, and as a result, hundreds of millions of people died directly.

   I heard that the bodies are still being collected.

   And in front of North America in this time and space, a copy of the gunfight was fired again, and the corpses became fewer...

  I was skeptical about that case afterwards.

   So while talking with Cheng Wanwai about the relocation plan, the requirements are more narrow, and at the same time, let people analyze whether the various meteorological data outside the case are true, and by the way, make some preparations for disaster prevention...

   As a result, it is thought that the true and false of the high temperature storm is still determined.

   It has already appeared in reality!

   "Take a look at the scene."

  Wei Mao's secretary has access to real-time satellite imagery.

  The huge eye of the storm looks like a tiny speck of newly grown Earth in space.

  In the distance from the center of that small blob, dozens of straight, tiny blue light bursts can be seen from time to time, frantically stirring the swirling storm clouds.

   But after the impact range reaches hundreds of thousands of square meters of huge and small storm clouds, those few blue lights are like toothpicks stirring a water tank. It can be said that it has no effect, but it is definitely minimal.

   "This is the plasma jet of the Mutual Rescue Association." The secretary held the tablet connected to the small screen outside his hand, looked at his subordinate, and shook his head slightly: "As we said, the effect is powerful."

  The plasma beam of light ejected by the planetary engine, if viewed from the ground, is the giant column in the temple, the lightsaber that runs through the heavens and the earth, all kinds of shocking adjectives are difficult to describe its magnificence...

   But if you compare it to the storm that's going on right now, it's one less straightened wire.

   No matter how little steel wire is, it will disperse the already formed storm.

   natural disaster!

   That is the power of natural disasters!

   That kind of storm killed hundreds of millions of people in another dimension!

   Now Matthew is completely suspicious. If we hurry to evacuate, such storms will only become more and more frequent.

   After that, let's have a shocking plasma jet, which almost plays a role in the face of such a natural disaster.

   That kind of power can still be resisted by humans.

  Even if…

   It may have been created by humans.

  Matthew suddenly remembered the information that Cheng Wanwai sent me.

   "Morgan!"

   Matthew gritted his teeth, never in his life had he hated an old woman so much.

  …

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

"In addition to this, you have also started the test work of 80 push-back engines, but the starting of those engines belongs to the arrangement in the plan, and has little impact on the dungeon and the surrounding area. You can only let them run for a large amount of time. Time…"

  The information of wandering time and space came from outside the space-time communication.

   Zhang Tianyuan looked at the small screen behind his face and replied complicatedly, "It's hard for them."

   hang up the phone and look to the side.

  The coup and Jack are still discussing, while waiting for the supercomputer's weather simulation results.

  Behind us, detailed data on the current superstorm in North America.

   Now 24 planetary engines are fully injected, which has a great impact, only lowering the temperature in some areas by 1.3℃.

   For the surface that is already close to 80 degrees above zero, the temperature increase of a little bit is about equal.

   Those who still have no small hands are frozen to death.

   Anyone can be saved.

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

  Small coup took advantage of the free time next to me and comforted me a few words.

   "That storm formed too suddenly, and we've done well."

  Jack opened his mouth and hesitated, only sighing at first.

   I also know that North America in that time and space has really tried its best.

   From the beginning of the storm to the complete formation, the formation process was slower than the calculation speed of our computer!

   Even the day before yesterday, that happened in time and space.

   Zhang Tianyuan was silent on the side.

   And now there is something to say.

  Although it achieved certain success in the space-time the day before yesterday, but now nature still uses its own way to tell all human beings how terrifying its power is.

  Time and space tunnel and mutual rescue are rarely omnipotent.

   The planetary engine, which was temporarily increased to 54, sprayed wildly at the center of the storm.

   And in order to increase the warming effect on the surface, Zhang Tianyuan lowered the temperature of the plasma jet in the suggestion of the little coup.

   The low-temperature plasma of hundreds of foreign ministers swept across the sky, rubbing the air and making a terrifying loud noise. The weak blue and white light flickered in the storm, as if the end of the day was coming.

  Storm and Plasma are vying for the initiative.

   Ice and fire, white and blue are intertwined in the sky.

   In the end, it ended up unexpectedly with the failure of the storm.

  The huge storm cloud patted the buttocks south before leaving a mess.

   Zhang Tianyuan controlled the time-space tunnel to continue chasing after him.

   is a total loss if you pass through the plasma jet.

  Because it is closer to the ground, the warming effect on the ground in the early stage is quite significant, and the warming effect is expected to reach 5℃.

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The difference between   30℃ and -25℃ can still save some people.

   while in the affected area.

  The storm has been going south for a long time, and all the rescue teams have been dispatched. After that, the rescue teams dispatched by Matthew from all over the country have also arrived one after another.

  Rescue work officially started.

  …

   "No one?"

   When old Morgan regained consciousness again, there was a loud noise in his ears, creaking, and then a burst of light aimed at my eyes.

   I would like to make some responses.

   But the whole body is obeying my command...

   "Slow down, there's no one alive out there, take it away!"

   The woman holding a flashlight and looking into my eyes was very excited, and then another group of people came down.

  Morgan could only see a few vague shadows, and he could barely distinguish the humanoid creatures behind him, but mine was completely vague…

   I was just like a doll and let the rescue team play with me. Now I have no sense of touch, my consciousness is blurred, it is like a dream, and the world is elusive to me.

  Boom!

   Suddenly nothing fell to the ground, making the sound of hard objects colliding.

"damn it!"

   "My limbs are broken!"

   The voice of the woman holding the flashlight was very frightened...

   (end of this chapter)