Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 861 - 549: Evacuate!_2

Cries and howls rang out.

Feng Shou looked over.

It was the child from a familiar household, now clinging to the chicken coop in the backyard, wailing, "I don’t want to leave them behind!"

Two hours later, those chickens had become cooked food packed in bags, and the child, with a face of satisfaction, tossed them into the vehicle.

Children of that age often fail to understand many things and are easily contented.

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Butterfly Project Space Station.

A few staff members were staring at the growing typhoon.

"Can we knock it down?"

"I’m afraid not. The probability of a successful lock-on this time is extremely low, and besides..."

A knowing glance was exchanged.

The situation now was precarious, fraught with uncertainties.

If this one were to be taken out, and another, more complex, more difficult to deal with, and more dangerous typhoon were to suddenly emerge elsewhere, what then?

No data, no experience, no solutions!

Some things couldn’t be spoken aloud.

"It’s really amazing. Why is it strengthening in Zone N? Theoretically, typhoons appearing there should be very weak."

"The pressing issue now isn’t analyzing its cause but addressing the current predicament!"

"But to solve the current predicament, we need to understand its cause, otherwise no one can predict what more severe conditions might follow!"

Meteorological Weapons striking the typhoon, an energy release process with variables they couldn’t control.

They watched the typhoon below that was still intensifying.

The vast eye of the storm was clear and profound.

"Such a beautiful structure!"

"Its circulation is astonishing!"

"It’s not moving quickly, at least giving people in Zone N7 more time to evacuate."

"That’s not necessarily true."

"Could it become this year’s Wind King?"

"Perhaps."

What would be the dire consequences of the Wind King’s descent upon a defenseless area?

Those who had been observing this miraculous typhoon knew all too well.

This typhoon would not only pose a significant threat to the landfall area but also bring torrential rain comparable to a period of climate anomaly to many places!

So, fleeing inland wasn’t enough!

"God bless them."

A silent moment passed.

"It’s such a pity we didn’t establish a more comprehensive monitoring system there; data collection is limited."

"Two meteorological reconnaissance teams have already been deployed on observation missions; they can observe this miraculous tropical cyclone up close."

Meanwhile, weather enthusiasts from various countries were also closely monitoring this unique typhoon, posting real-time updates on social media, sparking heated discussions.

"Did this typhoon take steroids? It’s developing so fast!"

"It appeared in the wrong location and grew at an alarming rate; it’s unstoppable now!" freeweɓnovel.cøm

"I wonder if Meteorological Weapons will be used this time, but up until now, there’s been no news of any strikes on the typhoon."

...

Ancestor Factory Headquarters Building.

Yue Geng Yang said to Feng Yi, "Twenty-three warehouses in Zone N7 that meet the criteria have completed the transfer of goods. They can now be opened to the public."

The warehouses of the Ancestral Factory were for storing medicines and materials, with temperature control, sufficient strength, and armed forces.

They had recently been reinforced further and had a higher level of defense. These were not ordinary storage sheds for miscellaneous items.

"However, the current situation there is probably terrible. It’s hard to say whether the personnel remaining at the branches and warehouses will execute their duties well," said Yue Geng Yang.

Feng Yi could tell, "What’s your suggestion?"

Yue Geng Yang said, "Why don’t you give Old Yuan a call?"

Giving Old Yuan something to do would stop him from always looking at them skeptically.

And as for Yue Geng Yang’s way of doing things: performing good deeds, the people below might not need to know, but those above must be made aware!

Ten minutes later, Team Leader Yuan arrived at the Ancestor Factory Headquarters with two members of the United Preservation Bureau, rushing over.

The conversation took place in Yue Gengyang’s office.

Only Feng Yi, Yue Gengyang, and the three members of the United Preservation Bureau, including Old Yuan, were present.

In Zone N7, which was about to be hit by a typhoon, there were still many local United Preservation Bureau members who had not evacuated.

Different countries, different branches, different areas of responsibility—if they weren’t acquainted with one another, except for any special missions, they generally wouldn’t communicate in normal times.

However, with Team Leader Yuan’s current rank, he could obtain contact information for those in the area.

Upon learning that the Ancestor Factory had contributed twenty-three shelters located in Zone N7, Team Leader Yuan immediately rushed over.

On his way, he had reached the local United Preservation Bureau officials in charge of each shelter through his higher-ups.

Many members of the local Bureau were natives. The disaster that struck their hometown affected them more deeply.

Knowing that the Ancestor Factory provided shelters, they were very grateful.

After finishing a highly efficient communication meeting, Team Leader Yuan approached Feng Yi before leaving and asked him a question privately.

"Is there a way to solve this?" he asked.

"Why do you think I would have one?" Feng Yi countered.

Old Yuan kept silent.

Feng Yi sighed, "I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint you, my capabilities are limited."

Team Leader Yuan also pressed his brow.

His past experiences had given him a bit of unrealistic hope.

Now, it seemed, fantasies were just fantasies, not reality.

Zone N7.

On the outskirts of a certain country’s city, the location of the local Ancestor Factory warehouse.

Two local members of the United Preservation Bureau arrived by car. One appeared to be in his forties, the other just over twenty, with the former taking the lead.

The person in charge of the warehouse, having already received the message from above, verified their identities and then took them to the warehouse.

Even though Feng Yi had mentioned that the warehouse was usually just used for storing medicines and was not very big, in this kind of situation, having one more refuge meant saving more people. So, naturally, the two local United Preservation Bureau investigators wouldn’t complain.

With Ancestor Factory’s international influence, the shelters they could provide, regardless of space, were definitely of certain quality.

Then they saw the warehouse Feng Yi had spoken about.

This place was larger than the local biggest sports stadium.

They had actually seen it earlier, but had not associated it with the word "warehouse," having thought it was a new branch building of the Ancestor Factory.

"They call this a... small warehouse?" the young investigator asked in astonishment.

"He didn’t say small warehouse, just ’not very big’. And it’s indeed not very..."

The older investigator hadn’t finished speaking when he saw the warehouse manager opening a door, revealing stairs inside.

The stairs led downward.

Below ground was still warehouse space, at first glance well-equipped.

So the space was actually more than just what they had seen above!

The two men were briefly silent.

The younger one said in a low voice, "Is this capacity really ’not very big’ for Ancestor Factory?"

He glanced again at several people nearby, wearing bulletproof vests and carrying weapons, whom they had verified earlier to hold proper permits.

"What about them?"

"Just warehouse security," the older investigator said indifferently.

"Security... Isn’t Ancestor Factory just a pharmaceutical company? Is this really just an ordinary warehouse for storing medicine?" the young man knocked on the warehouse wall. It was much more solid than their office building!

"Ancestor Factory is a top international pharmaceutical enterprise, a setup like this isn’t surprising."

"Does their ’top’ include military force, in addition to technology?"

"Mind your own business! Just do what you’re responsible for! If they decide to go back on their word and close the warehouse, then you can cry about it! Think about how many people haven’t been able to evacuate!"

The older investigator also knocked on the warehouse wall, listening to the sound. He didn’t go inside to check carefully, just glanced from the doorway and immediately contacted his nearby colleagues to quickly arrange for the civilians who couldn’t evacuate to take refuge here.

After making the call, he looked back at the serpent sign erected above the warehouse.

The sky was already covered with dark clouds, and the giant serpent symbol of the Ancestor Factory lit up, visible from afar.

For most people, the serpent always symbolizes danger, fear, and various negative things.

However, the World Health Organization’s emblem includes a serpent, symbolizing life and health, originating from myth and legend.

The Ancestor Factory’s emblem also features a serpent.

No matter what the serpent in the original emblem of Ancestor Factory symbolized, now, it represented shelter amid the storm.