An accident almost happened, resulting in a tragedy.
Fortunately, however, it was scared but not dangerous. After Jason safely entered the cabin, the boss of the ship, Blank, boarded along the horizontal ladder and took a helicopter. As the storm was about to come, they arrived at the transfer station on the interior of the Southernmost Region.
Under the guidance of the staff at the Transfer station, everyone got off the plane and ran directly into the shelter.
This was the Joint Transfer Division of the main building of the United States.
This building used the most advanced thermal insulation and isolation materials. Being able to withstand the super typhoon of the 14th stage, it was one of the most safe shelters for the Imperial Examination Group of the Southern Star Ring.
As soon as they entered the door of the shelter, everyone felt as if they had crossed the South Pole into a tropical rainforest.
The warm waves hit their faces, and the incandescent lamp was hung above their heads. The refuge facilities were complete, and it was a completely different world from the outside world.
"God, I thought we would have died outside just now."
Paul was thin and small. After entering the shelter, he painted ten paintings on his chest with both hands, looking like he had just survived a disaster.
As for the others, they all had different expressions on their faces.
Most of them directly sat down on the ground, and after a short gasping, they began to take off their swollen down jackets and faces to enjoy the summer-like temperature in the shelter.
Only Jason and Sylvia stood on one side, looking around. Obviously, they were still wary of this new unfamiliar panoramic view.
"My dear lady, don't worry. This is the most advanced transfer station in the U.S., and the people who can come here are the staff of the South American Technology Examination. No one will threaten your life."
Jia Sen looked at the two of them and said with a smile.
"Well, thank you."
Sylvia nodded, then looked at Jason and asked, "Are you okay?"
She had not yet recovered from the scene in the helicopter.
It was too dangerous.
She clearly saw that Jason's body was in the storm, like a leaf blown off by the wind, and fell straight to the glacier in the distance. However, she did not expect that Jason could escape from death. At the last moment when he flew out, he grabbed the ladder and was reborn in desperation. Even though she had been calm all the time, her heart almost jumped out of her throat.
The four seasons in the shelter were constant, and they were all standing about 23 degrees.
Both of them took off their thick down jackets and sat in light talk in thin sweaters.
"Whether they can resist or not, at least they will arrive at the interior of the Southernmost Region at a time before the expected time. We are already three days faster than them. Besides, the snow storm gave us time, which will be our biggest advantage in this mission. If we arrive in the uninhabited area before them and find the fragments of meteorites, we can return smoothly," Sylvia said softly.
"Do you really believe the four people on board the ship?" Jason suddenly asked.
"What do you mean?" Sylvia was stunned. They had discussed this question before when they were on the boat, and they had reached an agreement.
She didn't know why Jason suddenly asked this question.
"Actually..." Jason opened his mouth, but he quickly closed it.
"Hello, Ms. Ying. Mr. William, the head singer of the American transfer station, heard that a beautiful Lady Dongfang had arrived at the clubhouse. He wants to invite you over for a chat. I wonder if it's convenient for you, Ms. Ying?"
At this time, Jia Sen, who had changed into a black suit, walked to Sylvia with a smile and invited her.
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