"That's right." Wang Yao said, suddenly there was an idea in his mind and said to the driver: "Change the road and go to the abc TV station in Times Square."

After saying that, Wang Yao then re-speaks to the phone: "What I want to say now is very important. What you are talking about is global warming and the arrival of the ice age, either a thousand years later, or a hundred years. It is tomorrow."

"Sir, are you kidding?" Jack frowned and his voice was quite loud. He noticed that his companion noticed this, waved his hand and said it was okay, and continued to say to the phone: "Is Sam by your side? Let him answer the phone."

It seems that he completely regarded it as a prank by Sam.

"Wang Yao, you said that." Xiao Wu said softly, telling him the beginning of the plot.

Wang Yao sorted out the plot and said, "Larson B Ice Shelf, you and Frank are in the exploration vehicle, and Jansen keeps the drilling machine running. You said you let Jansen control the drilling machine alone? Frank said he can do it."

Jack's face was gradually tense after he was relaxed. No one knew about this except the two of them.

"How do you know this?"

The laboratory noticed Jack's Frank and Jansen discovered Jack's strangeness.

"This doesn't matter. I'll tell you what will happen tomorrow. Los Angeles was hit by a tornado and the city was almost destroyed. Later that day, a huge wave of 100 meters high would log from New York Harbor, first flooding Manhattan. Next, the clouds at high altitude brought cold current to land, and the temperature would gradually drop to minus 40 degrees Celsius. Then Qualcomm clouds mixed with cold currents fell to land, and the temperature would drop to minus 100 degrees Celsius."

"At that time, except for the equator, the world will freeze and enter the second ice age."

The driver couldn't help but look at Wang Yao from the rearview mirror and talked to him, looking like he was seeing a ghost.

"Sorry, what you said is too...I can't believe it." Jack's words were tactful, not too unpleasant. If someone else was crazy, he would hang up.

"Normal." Wang Yao understood. If someone suddenly told him that the world was going to be destroyed, Wang Yao would not believe it.

Wang Yao continued: "After attending the New Delhi conference, there was a professor named Rafsen who had talked to you. If you had exchanged contact information, you can ask him if there was any abnormality. You know, he is from the Hedland Climate Observation Center in the UK."

Jack was silent. Wang Yao showed omniscient and conclusive words that forced him to believe, but the information was too huge and he couldn't believe it.

Wang Yao ignored his silence: "Do you have a TV there? Turn on and switch to ABC. I will tell you everything later."

On the other end of the phone, Jack looked around, then came to the lounge, rushed to the TV and turned on the TV, and said nervously: "I will ask Professor Rafson..."

His two companions looked at each other and followed, quietly waiting for Jack to hang up his phone and explain the situation.

Put down the phone. The two wanted to speak, but Jack waved his hand to stop him. He searched for his mobile phone address book and found a strange number from it.

"Is Professor Terry Lafferson? I'm Jack. I want to ask you something..."

After hanging up the communication, Wang Yao saw the driver looking at him from the rearview mirror. Wang Yao glanced at him faintly. For some reason, a chill surged in his heart, swallowed and no longer dared to look at the back seat, and held the steering wheel with both hands. He drove stiffly.

Wang Yao's eyes were cast through the car window and looked at the sky. There was no sign of migratory birds. Instead, they became more and more dense. The sky was gloomy and depressing, as if something was about to happen.

A few minutes later, the communication came and it was Jack.

"What do you want?" As soon as I picked it up, a sound came from the opposite side.

"A helicopter, I'll tell Sam. Then go to Mexico with them."

This is Wang Yao’s plan. He and the two newcomers do not have legal identity certificates, and the airport will not let them board the plane. One day is not enough for Wang Yao to smuggle in other ways. "The faster the better, do you believe it?"

"It's incredible...but I love my son."

"Don't worry, I will protect him." Sam was about passing the pass. Wang Yao should not be careless.

"You let me watch ABC, but good morning is being put here."

"Will be goodbye to the United States soon."

After hanging up the communication, Wang Yao turned on the camera of his mobile phone and reiterated the previous words that predicted the disaster.

The mobile phone is playing with it in the palm of your hand, and the traffic ahead is becoming more and more crowded and blocked. From Wang Yao, you can already see the iconic ABC TV station logo of Times Square.

There is also the Madame Tussauds' wax museum not far away.

Wang Yao didn't have the patience to wait for the traffic to move slowly and threw it to the driver $2,000: "The phone is mine. If you are smart enough, you know what to say and what not to say. If you are smarter, you will pack up and go to Mexico."

The driver had heard it blankly, but he didn't know whether he could listen or not. Wang Yao didn't care. Even if the driver called the police, it didn't matter. Anyway, what he had to do next would alarm the police and even the National Security Agency, the Intelligence Agency and the military.

In the world of "The Day Afternoon", it was still in 2004, and Times Square was almost the same as the real world ten years later. Wang Yao did not go to ABC TV, but went to the wax museum for a walk, but the employee passage there was still an employee passage, and the utility room was just a utility room for piles of miscellaneous items. There is no oftum here.

abc TV station

At the front desk, a young man with black hair was saying something.

"Sorry, I can't let it go without an appointment..."

Wang Yao showed his security bureau certificate, causing the customer service to stop abruptly.

He took back his ID and said lightly: "Lead ahead."

Wang Yao followed the customer service expressionlessly and walked all the way to the office area. On the right are busy employees in front of the desk, and on the left are a row of rooms.

The customer service knocked on the door of the room with the [Master's Office] printed on it.

"Please come in." The voice came from inside.

"You can leave now." Wang Yao said. After she left, he turned around and glanced at the office staff and opened the door and entered.

"Are you..." The director was a slightly bloated white man in his forties. He sat behind the desk wearing a white shirt, blue and black tie. Opposite was a middle-aged white man in his thirties, wearing a tall figure, and was also dressed. He was obviously an employee here.

Wang Yao did not answer, closed the door with his backhand and locked it. The noise in the office area was blocked by the door. He walked to his desk, sat down generously, and put his phone on it.

“Tell your employees to broadcast this content across the United States on TV and radio.”

Wang Yao's words made the fat hand who had just reached out and wanted to get his phone curiously. He looked like he saw a ghost and took the phone and smiled: "Hahaha, what an interesting joke, will the news on your phone be very valuable?"

He opened the video and Wang Yao's influence and voice came from it. From the background, it can be seen that the video was in a moving car.
Chapter completed!