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"But now there are so many people going to Hainan Island, we should be in the last batch. I think the boats in the hotel have probably been dispatched."

"What about the second option?"

Wen Boyuan paused, "It was a private fishing boat arranged by my grandmother a little farther away from the Zhanjiang harbor. But my father felt that the boat was too dangerous in this situation, and he suggested that we hide in the Zhanjiang Port Hotel."

"My father thinks that even if the second wave of cold snaps comes, this area is considered a tropical area, and it shouldn't be too cold. At most, let us bring enough warm clothes and electric lamps to keep warm.gone."

After Wen Boyuan finished speaking, he was waiting for the answer from Gou Fugui and the four people in the No. 1 car.

Personally, he thinks what his father said makes sense. This is already a tropical zone. Although there is still a considerable distance from the 0 latitude of the equator, even if there is a cold snap, it shouldn't be too much.

But he also thought of the blizzard in Zhongyuan City. Before experiencing it himself, who would have thought that there would be such a heavy snowfall in the Central Plains area, and the temperature would even drop below -58°C?

Therefore, he was a little entangled and did not dare to bet.So this kind of decision about life and death should be left to the wealthy group of four in front.

Wen Boyuan wiped his face with his hand to refresh himself, and asked again:

"Fugui, Brother Xie, what do you say? Shall we get off the bus now? It's already twelve o'clock at noon, and it seems that the road ahead will be blocked for at least a few hours. If we continue to go to the Port Hotel, it will probably takeWe can’t queue up until six or seven in the evening. If we were to find the private fishing boat my grandma mentioned, we’d have to turn around and turn the other way now.”

At this time, Gou Fugui in the No. 1 car was also thinking about what to do.

But while he was thinking, he was still urging Song Sanchuan and Si Wuya to work quickly.

"Don't rush me, I'm telling you that I'm checking! You want so much comparison data, and you need me to connect to the monitoring satellite of the Meteorological Bureau in real time. Don't the donkeys in the production team bring such squeezes, okay?!"

Song Sanchuan was typing on the computer keyboard quickly while pushing, while Si Wuya sitting next to him didn't look much better.

"I have made and synthesized more than a hundred bottles of snow-melting and ice-melting potions along the way. On average, a person can have at least eight to nine bottles. Isn't that enough?"

Gou Fugui looked confident and confident: "How can this be possible? There is never too much to prepare! And who knows what the second wave of severe cold will look like? If you accidentally freeze, then just hang upYet."

"It's better to prepare more things if you can prepare."

Si Wuya quickly synthesized the snow-melting and ice-melting potion while hehe: "Then do you know what the second wave of cold wave looks like? Maybe it was a big ice awl that fell from the sky, and then directly smashed everyone to death."

After Si Wuya finished speaking, he found that the atmosphere in the car suddenly fell silent.

He paused for a while, and found that the three people and dozens of animals in the car were quietly looking at him with a look of condemnation and disapproval.

He twitched the corner of his mouth: "...What are your expressions and eyes? I have been out of Africa for a long time, okay?"

Gou Fugui sighed: "There is no direct relationship between Feiji and Crow's mouth."

"Whether it is the African Chief or the European Emperor, you must learn to shut up when you shouldn't speak."

Listening to the sound of raindrops getting denser and denser outside the car window, Gou Fugui felt a little anxious for no reason.

Then he gritted his teeth, turned on the walkie-talkie and asked Wen Boyuan, "Where is the place your grandma mentioned?" He poked Song Sanchuan as he spoke and told him to open the satellite map.

When Wen Boyuan heard Gou Fugui's answer, he knew he had a choice, his eyes lit up: "In Tinghai Village on the outskirts of Zhanjiang!"

Song Sanchuan tapped the keyboard and began to inquire about the location of Tinghai Village when Wen Boyuan said the words Tinghai Village. Three minutes later, he gave the answer: "It's about 16 kilometers away from here.If there is a traffic jam, we should be able to arrive at four or five in the afternoon."

Gou Fugui closed his eyes and thought about it, and finally nodded, "Let's go there, let's turn around and drive over there."

After Gou Fugui finished speaking, he told his teammates of the two cars behind him about his decision. Wen Boyuan, Wang Xuan, Zhou Ren, Lu Hao and others did not have any objections.

Along the way, they have long regarded "listening to the words of the four-member group of Fugui" as the primary survival point, and various things experienced on the road have also proved the correctness of their choice.Anyway, Fugui and the others are right, they can also follow the dog if they follow the boss.

Just do it!

So the three medium-sized small trucks carrying snowmobiles diverted to Tinghai Village in the western suburbs of Zhanjiang City.

It's just that even if they didn't go in the direction of the port, it took nearly two hours for the three vehicles to get rid of the congested convoy. Fortunately, the road to the suburbs was clear enough, and at this time there seemed to be no one running around on the roadpeople.

Boom—boom—

The sky covered with dark clouds was streaked with thunder, and the rain outside became heavier.

Gou Fugui opened the car window to measure the temperature at this time, and found that the temperature dropped a little under the constant rain.

It's -3°C now.

This is not a particularly cold temperature, but Gou Fugui feels that this is not a good sign.

He turned on the walkie-talkie and asked Wen Boyuan:

"We are going to Tinghai Village soon, can you contact the person your grandmother mentioned and his fishing boat?"

In fact, Gou Fugui wants to ask more about such a stormy weather, under such a disaster situation where almost everyone is in danger, will the person who owns the fishing boat abide by the agreement with Wen Boyuan's grandma?

At this time, Wen Boyuan also pursed his lips and waited nervously.

His mobile phone has probably been unable to contact that person because of a signal problem. He has been calling but no one answers.And no one responded to his text messages.

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