Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 868 - 552 Stirring Things Up_2

The supercomputer continuously processed the data it received.

As a typhoon that defied understanding, it emerged, grew stronger, and became unstoppable! So powerful that the butterfly supermodel couldn’t fully analyze it, and Meteorological Weapons struggled to lock onto it!

"This unusual typhoon has a vast amount of energy sustaining it that is difficult to analyze!"

Zone N7, which drew global attention.

This jaw-dropping typhoon approached the coast with a dominant stance and swept across the coastline of Zone N7.

The wind speed increased dramatically.

The sea seemed to boil, altering the course of rivers flowing into it!

The winds, carrying rain, seemed to take on a visible form, snapping trees and hurling them through the air.

Bricks and tiles flew about, and the walls of residents’ homes collapsed.

Huge trucks were pressed against the ground and scraped, only briefly, and then were tossed aside like toys abandoned by children.

Along the coast, the tourist spots, restaurants, shops, piers, boardwalks...

Were destroyed one by one under the typhoon’s sweep.

Seemingly sturdy multi-story buildings showed cracks on their surfaces, and those cracks marked the beginning of their destruction.

Debris of various objects flew all over the sky.

The sea was forcefully pushed toward the land.

It did not take long for the entire community near the coast to be destroyed.

The entire city had become unrecognizable.

Huge waves rose, submerging everything by the seaside.

In the main affected areas, those who hadn’t evacuated in time hid in higher ground refuges.

They crouched on the ground, clutching their heads, covering their ears, as if trying to shut out everything outside.

They felt the ground beneath them, along with the entire building, trembling, and their ears rang with roaring sounds.

This was an experience most of the residents here had never encountered before.

Teeth clattered, and chills invaded.

It wasn’t about temperature, this was fear seeping into their bones.

For the locals who had never seen a typhoon before, no one had told them what the evacuation protocol should be under such circumstances.

Enveloped by the unknown and fear, no one could sleep peacefully.

Emotions were hard to control under the influence of anxiety, leading to irrational or harmful behaviors, thereby causing more disturbances and spreading greater unrest.

But at least, the Ancestral Factory’s warehouse did not let this anxiety spread further.

In one of the Ancestral Factory warehouses in the main affected area.

Several local investigators from the Cooperative Bureau, who hadn’t evacuated, looked outside through the impact-resistant windows.

The fierce offensive of the typhoon seemed like a roar coming from the sky.

"It’s unbelievable! Are those houses made of blocks?!"

Just one impact was enough to knock them down, effortlessly!

"In the face of the forces of nature, these are just fragile blocks!" another remarked.

What they were facing was the fierce sweeping force of nature!

The sturdy tiles, the robust trees, and the planks and steel frames used for building shelters were tossed about like straw.

The beautiful large floor-to-ceiling windows shattered in whole pieces and vanished. Beautiful tiles were stripped away, leaving the buildings exposed with only their ugly structures and gaping holes.

Some buildings could still withstand this storm, while others, like the shattered tiles and glass, disintegrated and then flew away.

The people by the window looked on in horror.

They loved a gentle breeze, perhaps with a bit of strength, like the soothing touch they felt drenched in sweat after a busy day.

Not this violent, destructive, ravaging force!

They loved the sky at its best with clumps of clouds, shielding them from the harsh tropical sun while still enjoying the bright sunlight.

Instead of this overwhelming offensive, where dark clouds loom and devour everything!

Even the most composed and efficient people could feel fear deep in their hearts!

It was as if he heard the frantic sound of alarms.

They might have come from the abandoned vehicles, or perhaps from the buildings.

But in fact, the outside was noisy, and the sound of alarms was completely drowned out. The noise from outside, when it reached inside the warehouse, had weakened significantly and was hardly audible.

He thought what he heard was just an illusion created by the visuals.

Some of the alarm’s red lights flashed a few times then disappeared. Some were constantly moving, and then, getting further away.

The backflow of seawater instantaneously submerged the rooftops built at lower elevations.

The houses that sheltered from the wind and rain had no power to resist this fierce attack and couldn’t even preserve themselves.

Those who had not evacuated, who had not hidden in shelters, had virtually no chance of escaping in the face of this level of storm.

Rescue?

There was no rescue.

No one could enter here through the storm.

Only after the storm subsided and the floodwaters receded would rescue teams be able to arrive.

But no one knew when rescue would come to the place where they were.

"This is just the beginning, but I feel like we can’t hold on anymore," the speaker’s voice trembled.

The buildings on the coast, which usually seemed so tall and sturdy to them, now appeared like a frail grass with no presence at the foot of a jungle beast.

This feeling was daunting and made one inevitably question whether this warehouse they were in could really offer any shelter at all.

Outside, the wind was violent and mournful.

Inside the room, shivering and fear were spreading.

A warehouse guard sat next to him, with a cigarette in his mouth that hadn’t been lit. The loosely held tobacco shreds fell slightly as he spoke:

"If this place isn’t safe, then this whole area is completely doomed."

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An offshore island some distance from the mainland.

Xin was counting the caught marine iguanas.

"One, two... nine, all right, they’re all here!"

Bringing these few marine iguanas here was just to prevent them from getting lost due to the disturbances outside later on.

All these marine iguanas were registered with the protection bureau, all had identity recognition codes; losing them could be troublesome. Plus, it seemed Feng Yi still needed them for his research paper? fгeewebnovёl.com

So, Xin treated them with great care.

Unlike the trees and plants on the island, which either broke in a storm or continued to root in place, the marine iguanas would get scared and run.

Surrounded by the vast sea, if these little creatures ran out, they might either be eaten or swallowed by the sea.

Afterward, Xin entered the emergency shelter on the island with the counted marine iguanas.

Before closing the door, Xin looked at Feng Yi standing outside the door:

"Do I need to wear that?"

He pointed to a radiation suit on the nearby rack.

"No need," Feng Yi said.

"Then... will they turn into Godzilla?" Xin pointed at the marine iguanas and asked again.

"As long as you don’t let them out later on," Feng Yi said.

"Okay, got it!"

Xin felt reassured.

The boss just wanted to do some work here, no need to worry too much.