Shen Yi stood on the deck and used space travel to return to his mansion.
Shiwu was still waiting there silently.
"Heat up the supper Mo Qiu left for me and bring it over," Shen Yi ordered casually. He wasn't going to rest so soon.
The good news that Clove brought him made him excited.
The plan was simple.
Yesterday's lucky draw was to see if he could find a device that could detect the changes in the world, but it didn't happen. He only got the U-75 and the Sky Fortress.
However, Shen Yi wasn't going to draw anymore.
Getting the item he needed was a small probability event.
He could only use a stupid method.
— Disaster Prediction Scroll.
The item that he used a few times in front of Cha Yongchang could predict future disasters.
100 points for one scroll.
This disaster naturally couldn't be just any kind of disaster.
It had to have a certain level of news.
In other words, this Disaster Prediction Scroll, under certain circumstances, could be seen as a radio that could receive news of future disasters, and it had its own set of selection criteria.
Therefore, in theory, as long as he used it enough, he would be able to know how the future apocalypse would happen.
This was the stupid method that Shen Yi mentioned.
It was short for — throwing money at it.
Although it was stupid, it was more reliable than a crazy lucky draw. Now that he had Clove, he could recoup some of his costs, and even achieve other effects that Shen Yi wanted. For example, he could let the association gradually appear in the public's eyes.
"Let's begin."
Shen Yi opened the system store and started with ten scrolls.
2: 32 AM, a tornado from West Asia swept through Huerva, killing 12 people and injuring 125.
This … The local area should have sent out an alarm, but there was nothing they could do.
Next.
4: 12 AM, a lightning strike caused a fire in Faro City's Emden Supreme Apartments, killing 525 people and injuring 236.
"A large fire?" Shen Yi's eyes lit up. He picked up the phone on the coffee table and said, "Clove, search Emden Supreme Apartments."
"Yes." Clove's voice came directly from the phone, and the relevant information came immediately.
Emden was a large multinational real estate company that specialized in luxury and high-end apartments.
The apartment in question was in Faelor City, the capital of the Faelor Holy Empire. It was an 80-story high-rise building. With just one look, Shen Yi knew why there were so many deaths.
Fires caused by lightning strikes were usually on the outer walls. If the outer walls were not fireproof, the flames could engulf the entire building in a short time.
At this time, most people were sleeping.
Other than the residents on the lower floors who were able to leave in a short period of time, the residents on the higher floors would probably find that the fire escape was already covered in thick smoke and flames by the time they realized what had happened.
"Collect information about the apartments in this high-end apartment. Then, before the fire breaks out, send out a warning in the name of the association through text messages and phone calls," Shen Yi instructed.
Although it was not good to be happy about other people's misfortune.
However, this kind of tragic disaster would make people remember the Pan-Humanist Guardians more.
Next.
5: 27 AM, a landslide occurred in Chaoque County. A long-distance passenger vehicle fell down the mountain. 13 people died and 28 were injured.
6: 35 AM, a storm occurred in Grand Harbor.
In this way, Shen Yi used ten disaster prediction scrolls in a row.
They were spread all over the world until 6 PM the next day.
Among them, the biggest and most serious disaster was naturally the fire at four o 'clock in the morning. Such an extremely serious fire had not been seen for many years. Other than that, natural disasters such as earthquakes, storms, floods, and landslides accounted for the majority of the disasters.
Although these were disasters that easily appeared on the news.
However, Shen Yi's bad feeling grew stronger and stronger.
The fury of nature …
Shen Yi was no longer as excited as before. He sat alone on the sofa and pondered for a while before standing up.
"I'll leave the rest to you. I'm going to rest."
"Don't worry, Captain. Sweet dreams." Clove's voice came from the phone.
Shen Yi only used ten disaster prediction scrolls for the time being. He had to see the effect of the plan first.
Soon.
In the villa, only the red light from Chi Wu's chest and eyes were left, faintly revealing his cold metal body.
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Faro City, Emden Supreme Apartments. Rossetti Maggie was the editor-in-chief of the Faro Holy News.
The local time was 1 AM.
The weather was not good. It was raining heavily and there was the roar of thunder and lightning.
As usual, she only ended her busy day at one o 'clock in the morning and returned home. Her two children, her twelve-year-old son, Leiden, and her ten-year-old daughter, Eirinn, were already fast asleep.
Rossetti stood in front of the door of her son and daughter's room. She sneaked a glance under the light of her phone and lay on the bed tiredly.
Last month, she had just divorced her husband. Her two children were with her. She had been busy taking care of the children and working at the same time, which had exhausted her for the past month.
She had to find a nanny, the best one. It didn't matter how expensive it was.
Rossetti thought in a daze before she went to sleep.
She seemed to hear the sound of a message from her phone. She didn't look at it. Those who would send a message at this time were basically advertisements.
But only half an hour later, the phone's ringtone woke her up.
How would an extremely tired person feel when she was rudely woken up during her rest?
Rossetti felt it now.
She wanted to kill someone.
She picked up the phone, her bloodshot eyes spewing out anger.
If the person who called was her subordinate, then she would kick him out tomorrow!
That was Rossetti's truest thought.
However, on the phone, it was an unfamiliar and even a little ridiculous number.
— — 00000000000
"What the hell, is there such a number in the world?" Rossetti's eyes widened.
She even suspected that she was hallucinating because she was too tired.
But that was not important.
The most important thing now was to scold the bastard who had made the call.
"Hello —!? Do you know what time it is? " Rossetti roared. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she vaguely heard a similar roar coming from upstairs.
On the other side of the phone, it was a cold but pleasant female voice.
She spoke in Faroese so fluent that it was like a radio host.
"This warning is from the Pan-Humanist Guardians, Ms. Rossetti. You must leave Emden Apartments with your family in half an hour."
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