Millions of Earth's doomsday scenario? It doesn't matter if the government intervenes.

Amidst the rapidly cooling, icy apocalypse, the warmth of human kindness in Anhai City unfolds across the country.

All comrades and soldiers worked together as one, comforting the masses, overcoming difficulties, and transferring them to warm underground shelters.

The government has already prepared warm rooms, hot meals, and a large stockpile of medicines for the people.

But the University of Tokyo's choice to act selflessly for the benefit of the people is ultimately just an isolated case.

On the other side of the ocean at this moment.

That country, which has been regarded as a beacon of the world for the past century.

But now the situation is quite different.

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As global temperatures plummeted, heavy snow fell across the East Coast, while many coastal and inland states in the United States experienced persistent and widespread torrential rains, with some areas even seeing rainfall reaching record highs for the same period.

Heavy rainfall caused rivers to rise rapidly, leading to flooding in countless cities and even submersion of mountain floods.

This sudden natural disaster added insult to injury to the American people who were already caught off guard by the "Doomsday Update," and even... became the last straw that broke the camel's back for countless people.

Sea City, USA.

Aizhe was awakened by the sound of cold, icy rain hitting the window.

"Damn it!"

Ai Zhe cursed in a low voice in Dongda language, his voice hoarse and filled with deep regret:

"The motherland issued a warning half a month ago, calling on overseas Chinese to return home... How come I missed the last flight!"

Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now.

The chain of storms triggered by global climate change brought almost all transoceanic routes and flights to a standstill, leaving him stranded in the United States, which was flooded by ice rain.

Aizhe looked out the window.

As far as the eye could see, Seattle was shrouded in a gloomy sky.

The sky, filled with icy rain, was like a heavy, dirty gray felt blanket, pressing low over the city as if it might collapse at any moment.

The streets were no longer bustling with traffic as usual, but there were quite a few people on the roadside.

These are homeless people who live in the sewers of Seattle.

It was filthy and infested with rats and pests, but at least it was warm.

Unfortunately, it's been raining continuously, and the city's sewers have been flooded.

These homeless people had no choice but to return to the roadside to wander, huddled together in the cold rain, their thin, tattered clothes clinging to their trembling bodies, their faces showing only numbness or empty despair.

And their wandering group continues to grow.

Because during this massive rainstorm, countless other disaster victims were also affected by the floods and became homeless.

Their houses were flooded, but the city of Seattle did not provide them with any safe and reliable shelter, and even the insurance compensation for their homes was still being disputed.

The disaster victims were like sheep being herded by the government, moving from the flood-stricken disaster area to an open space in the city.

There are only simple plastic tents here, which can block out some wind and rain, which is better than being homeless, but in this sub-zero, damp environment, this "better" is not very meaningful.

As for subsequent food and medical subsidies, or even warm clothing, there was none... or perhaps there was, but I remember the mayor saying that he would allocate one million US dollars to treat the disaster victims.

But a million US dollars isn't even enough to feed tens of thousands of disaster victims for a day. If the money is allocated, how many people can it save and live a few more days?

This is assuming that none of the Smiths will intervene...

Moreover, even the disaster relief funds haven't been allocated yet.

Whether they can survive depends entirely on how resilient the disaster victims are; they should ideally live to see the day they receive disaster relief.

Ai Zhe thought pessimistically, feeling a cold, powerless lump in his chest.

He didn't know how many of those figures would remain on the street below after the rain stopped.

Just then, the phone in my hand vibrated, and the screen lit up, displaying a video call request from my home country.

The signal wasn't very stable, but the video call request still managed to connect with difficulty.

The video froze for a moment, then showed the face of the mother at the University of Tokyo.

Against a brightly lit backdrop, she sat on the edge of a neat bed, wrapped in a thick blanket.

"Mom, how are you? Are you safe? Are you cold?"

Perhaps seeing the tragic state of the Seattle citizens, Aizhe's concerned tone was tinged with fear, worried that his own family might also suffer the same fate.

"Xiao Zhe, why would you ask that? Even if the end of the world comes, we have the country and government to help us, everything is fine."

My mother's voice came through the speaker.

"Yesterday, your dad, your brother, and I were taken to the underground shelter built by the government by some kind-hearted young comrades."

It's not cold here at all, it's quite warm, and there's plenty of electricity. When it's time to eat, you go to the cafeteria, where hot soup and hot rice are provided free of charge.

Although the place is a bit smaller than my home, it's clean and tidy, and there's nothing to complain about!

"Moreover, there are hot water rooms on each floor, and the people from the neighborhood office even gave us thermal underwear and thick socks."

A doctor also comes to check on her regularly. Your grandmother has high blood pressure; a doctor just came to take her blood pressure and gave her some medication.

Aizhe stared blankly at his mother's rosy complexion in the video. That genuine, heartfelt smile of happiness was something he hadn't seen on the faces of Americans around him in a long time.

For some reason, he felt a sense of relief at that moment.

Fortunately... fortunately, in the past year or two, when he wanted to bring his parents to settle in the United States, they refused to come and insisted on staying in China.

Just then, the screen shook slightly; it was the younger brother coming closer.

"Brother, it's the end of the world, but I still have to go to school. It's so annoying. Now my classmates and I have to take online classes."

Dad can't take a vacation either; he's about to start working in some mechanical repair engineering department.

Hearing his younger brother's childish complaining voice, Ai Zhe opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to scold him for not appreciating his good fortune.

In the midst of this catastrophic disaster, to have a country that cares about you and allows you to worry about everyday things like "going to school" and "going to work" is such a luxurious blessing.

This means that order remains, hope remains, and the basic framework of people's lives has not been shattered.

But in the end, Aizhe didn't say anything to blame him.

He suddenly realized that his younger brother was living in China, where things were different from the United States. It seemed that the government's concern was taken for granted by the people, to the point that sometimes they didn't even know that they were being well protected by the government.

"Oh, by the way, bro, how's it going over there in the US? Didn't everyone used to say that the US was the beacon of the world?"

"Has the US built many underground shelters to house its citizens and ensure they have enough to eat and drink?"

The younger brother's sudden curious question startled Ai Zhe.

He glanced out the window instinctively.

Right downstairs, a large group of homeless people were lying in puddles formed by the icy rain.

Suddenly, a curled-up homeless man's body began to convulse violently, followed by a series of heart-wrenching coughs.

The coughing sound, tinged with blood and froth, faintly reached my ears through the tightly closed window.

The man hunched over in pain, coughing up dark red liquid that quickly spread in the rainwater beneath him.

The surrounding vagrants scattered like startled birds, crying out in terror:

"It's an infectious disease!"

They hid far away, leaving only the unfortunate man struggling in vain in the cold puddle.

His heart-wrenching coughs, as if he were coughing up his lungs, gradually weakened. After a violent spasm, his body finally came to a standstill, lying there motionless, whether unconscious or... it was unclear.

A commotion arose downstairs again, seemingly someone making a phone call requesting hospital staff to come and collect a body contaminated with an infectious disease.

"Brother, what's wrong? Tell me quickly, how are the Americans doing now? Have they found a way to survive the apocalypse?"

My younger brother's urging voice came through the receiver, asking innocently.

But this time, Aizhe didn't speak; he didn't know how to answer.

He watched the video, in which his mother and younger brother were in a warm and clean shelter room.

I glanced again at the homeless man lying in the cold rain outside the window, seemingly dead, and at the people around him shivering in fear and cold, their eyes vacant.

The sound of icy rain outside the window mingled with the breathing of family members over the receiver.

A mobile phone separates ideals from reality, heaven from hell.

Aizhe made up his mind and said:

"Brother, Mom, wait for me. I must go back, I must leave the US, return to Dongda University, and come back to you!"

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