Annihilation of the solar system

Thousands of tents are densely pitched in a forest on the edge of the plain. This is the junction of the central plains and the western mountains in North America. It should have been called North Texas. But now most of Texas has been submerged by rising sea levels.

, strictly speaking, this has become southern Texas.

Most of the refugees here come from Texas, which has turned into a shallow sea, and the Mississippi plains, which have turned into swamps. Some of them have escaped from the destroyed cities in the western mountains. With the influx of refugees, the place has also grown from thousands of people at the beginning.

The number has grown to hundreds of thousands. In their own words, this place is a refugee camp of the old era and a city of the new era.

In a large tent by the woods, a group of people were arguing fiercely around the map on the table. This is the headquarters here. The remaining army commanders, government personnel and scientists are all here, including Vero.

Nika.

"The reconnaissance team that went to the western mountains has just returned. Several interstate highways have been destroyed by landslides or flash floods. The only three warehouses that trucks can reach are E355, E369, and E339, and the transport convoy has already passed." said the National Guard officer.

Veronica found the three warehouses the officer mentioned on the map and circled them with a green pen, indicating that there were warehouses with supplies. Many nearby warehouses on the map had been crossed out with red crosses.

, which indicates that the warehouse has been emptied or destroyed.

"Drinking water is not a problem for the time being. Let the transportation team give priority to transporting food, especially medicines," the army officer said.

"We can't hold on for long. We have too many people and consume a lot of supplies. It's not an option to continue like this." A middle-aged man looked at the map and said anxiously. He is the governor of Texas.

"Then you have to wait until those people in the tents who can only buy food in supermarkets with US dollars learn how to grow food from the ground. Until then, we can only rely on emergency supply warehouses to support us."

said the Army officer.

Veronica put down the pen in her hand:

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"There are too few warehouses in the western mountains. Only the plains in the east have enough material warehouses to last us until then."

"But I discovered something. In the past two weeks, all the refugees who have arrived here are from the west, and not a single one is from the plains in the east. It's really damning!" the governor said doubtfully, stroking his sighing beard.

"Have the four transport convoys sent to the east not returned yet?" Veronica asked.

The army officer shook his head:

"Their furthest convoy should have returned early this morning, but there has been no news until now."

While they were talking, the canvas of the tent was blown by a gust of wind. Veronica picked up the telescope and walked out of the tent. She saw black clouds in the sky and countless lightnings shuttled between the sky and the earth. The top of her head was also covered with lightning.

Rolling clouds and pattering raindrops drifted down. Along with the wind and rain came plastic bags, scraps of paper and even torn pieces of cloth.

"How many cars do we have left?" Veronica asked.

"There are still more than 30 transport trucks, and there are still more than 20 pickup trucks and jeeps. The rest have either been sent out or have not returned yet," the National Guard officer replied.

Veronica put down the telescope:

"We have to first find out what happened to the convoy heading east. We can't risk the precious transport trucks. Give me a pickup truck and someone familiar with the road conditions, and I have to find the transport convoy."

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The governor said eagerly:

"Veronica, you can't go. You are too important to us."

Veronica turned to look at the governor, her eyes full of anxiety and sadness:

"Karl is in the convoy, I have to find him."

The governor was stunned for a few seconds and then said:

"Give her three vehicles and a few soldiers, and load them with enough supplies for a week."

After Veronica left, the National Guard officer asked in confusion:

"Who is Carl?"

"Her husband," the Army officer replied.

Three pickup trucks were speeding on the interstate highway in the plain. Rays of sunshine were already shining through the plain where the clouds and rain were falling just a few minutes ago. The thick clouds above and on the horizon were like white smoke on a soup pot.

It dissipated quickly. Except for the occasional debris floating in the air, everything around it was as normal and comfortable as an ordinary autumn afternoon.

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Driving a large pickup truck across the sunny plains was originally a spiritual romance exclusive to North America. But Veronica, who was driving the lead car, had no intention of enjoying this wonderful time. She stepped on the accelerator.

Pedal, staring straight ahead, letting the engine roar.

The co-pilot's guide fastened his seat belt and held on to the armrest tightly. Suddenly, he stood up and looked behind him, then slowly turned back with a puzzled look on his face:

"I remember there's a town near here, and I just passed by there. I know Jack from the car repair shop in town very well, and he's really good at superchargers."

"Are you sure you read it correctly? I didn't see any street signs." Veronica said.

The guide is not sure:

"It's true that I didn't see the road sign, but I clearly saw the branch road into the town. I could see the houses in the town on the interstate highway, but I didn't see anything just now."

Veronica searched the road with her eyes, and indeed found that not only the street signs, but also the telephone poles had either fallen to the ground or disappeared. Suddenly, there was a slight crunching sound under the wheels, as if a plastic bag had been crushed. The guide

Also shouted:

"There's something on the road!"

Veronica parked the car. Not only on the road, but also on the grass on both sides were sparsely scattered plastic bags covered with mud. She picked up one and wiped the mud off the package. It was a bag of cigarette smoke.

The words "North American Emergency Supplies Storage Warehouse" are clearly printed on the packaging of the vacuumed seeds.

Veronica was startled, threw down the packaging bag and ran back to the car shouting:

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"Hurry up and get going! They're not far away!"

The convoy chased the materials scattered on the ground. There were more and more materials on the road and in the surrounding warehouses, and the packaging bags were getting bigger and bigger. From medicine bags to compressed vegetables, they even found soybeans and rice!

"Look over there!" the guide exclaimed, pointing to the grass beside the road.

Veronica looked in the direction pointed by the guide, and there was a truck tire lying on the grass far away by the road! She turned off the road, and the pickup truck bumped forward on the grass. The grass was scattered everywhere.

Holding the metal parts, they didn't drive far when they were shocked to find that a ball of torqued metal in front of them was stuck diagonally in the soil.

From the twisted beams and remaining paint, it was barely possible to tell that it was a transport truck. Veronica stopped the car and rolled directly from the window to the roof. The sight in front of her made her hold her head in her hands.

Her fingers tightly grasped her blond hair, tears welling up in her eyes.

The entire grassland as far as the eye can see is dotted with wide ditches where the turf has been pulled out, and the dark soil is exposed, just like countless intersecting lines drawn randomly on green drawing paper with a black pencil. But it is no longer possible.

Judging from the number of trucks and cargo, it seems as if they were dismantled into parts at high altitude and then randomly thrown on the grassland.

The guide wanted to climb up on the roof of the car to comfort Veronica, but as soon as he stood on the wheel, a strong wind blew and he almost fell. The surrounding weeds all fell to one side and made a roaring sound, and thunder roared in the distance.

Lightning flashes everywhere. The sun, which was bright just now, has disappeared, and the thick clouds and mountains above our heads are rapidly accumulating.

"Veronica! We have to leave quickly!" The soldier in the car behind yelled loudly against the strong wind, and kept pointing his hand in the direction of the lightning and thunder.

She turned around and saw that under the cover of terrifying dark clouds, a funnel cloud thicker than the distance between heaven and earth was spinning and extending towards the ground. It was so big that it almost blocked half of her distant sight, so that

It looks more like the ground where Yunshan collapsed.

Before the funnel cloud could fall to the ground, the splashing soil had already rushed toward it, combining the tornado with the ground in advance.

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The three pickup trucks were running back in the dark and violent storm. The rearview mirror was completely occupied by the tornado, and they could not see the whole picture of the devastating funnel cloud. The debris flying in the air hit the car body intensively, like

It's like being shot by Gatling.

I don't know whether the tornado has been chasing them, or its range of influence is too huge. They drove at full speed for a long time, and they were unable to escape from the surrounding debris. The goods in the cargo box had been scattered.

The mirrors were smashed into pieces, and the roof and hood were full of potholes.

Just as the alarm for high water temperature kept beating on the instrument panel, they saw the camp in a violent wind and rain. They saw a few twisting tornadoes sweeping through the woods where the camp was located like vacuum cleaners.

Countless residues are scattered in the air, like tea leaves in a tea cup that are stirred quickly with chopsticks, flying and rotating in mid-air around several tornadoes. When two tornadoes approach, they will even be blown away from one tornado.

The tornado was thrown next to another and continued to spin. Eventually they approached the funnel cloud while spinning, and then disappeared into the wind column.

The debris was made up of countless uprooted trees, curled tent tarpaulins, and people wearing colorful clothes.

This situation is happening all the time across the central plains of North America, and the fertile wilderness has become a veritable storm corridor.

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