The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the whole of Boston seemed to be under special care of the wind and snow. The whole of Massachusetts... no, the whole United States, except Boston, was still in the hot summer everywhere.
The heavy snow almost covered the entire Boston. From a distance, the whole Boston seemed to be covered with a thick layer of white gauze. Whether it was the eaves or the trees, they were all covered by this icy and biting snow.
Many residential houses that were not built to standard were collapsed by the sudden heavy snow. Homeless people wandering the streets of Boston were also frozen to death by the sudden heavy snow, and frozen corpses often appeared on the streets.
"Damn the weather!"
The exhausted citizen rubbed his hands and passed by the road quickly, unable to help but curse angrily with his head down.
The streets were full of National Guardsmen and inspectors, and the snow on the road had accumulated up to the calf level, seriously hindering people's travel.
Environmental volunteers were clearing snow from the road and piling the snow into balls on both sides of the road. Some people with a good attitude even took this opportunity to make snowmen one after another.
However, none of these could conceal the power of this blizzard. Within a day and a night after the gloomy and cold god left Boston, the whole of Boston seemed to have turned into a city of ice and snow, and the temperature reached the lowest point in a thousand years!
Water pipes were frozen and cracked, the ground was covered, and even the Internet in some areas was blocked by the wind and snow, causing a temporary network outage.
People hid at home, waiting painfully. They could only turn on the air conditioner and let the warm air keep them warm as much as possible.
Some residents couldn't even turn on their air conditioners because the power supply system in their area was overwhelmed by heavy snow and could not supply any electricity at all.
"Why is the weather like this?! Damn it, it's only July 11th!"
"It must be related to the monster that appeared in the Sappho District. It must have been that monster's doing!"
"Damn it! There's a tsunami and heavy snow. What the hell is going on in Boston?! I'm leaving Boston and moving to New York tomorrow. New York is a city favored by God!"
"I really envy the rich. Houses in New York are so expensive these days. When will Boston finally have the blessing of the gods?!"
Those areas whose network signals and power supply systems were lucky enough not to be interrupted by the heavy snow kept complaining about it on the Internet, which also made the news that Boston was hit by heavy snow known to the majority of netizens in the United States, and caused an uproar on the Internet.
Previously, all the damage was physical, and there were clear signs of monsters causing trouble. But everyone knew that the heavy snow now was caused by the gloomy god of cold bones, but they had no direct evidence to prove it.
What is the attitude of American citizens in the face of this helpless situation?
Of course they marched, made trouble, and cursed the government. The citizens of the beacon of freedom are so simple and boring.
In Boston, the seat of government, the governor convened a statewide meeting with a grim look on his face. Everyone was caught off guard by the sudden heavy snow and the accusations from netizens.
"The current situation is very serious. After investigation by the weather department, this snow is not naturally generated at all!"
The governor sat in his office chair, his fingers crossed, looking solemnly at the Massachusetts officials around him, a little impatiently: "Our city defense forces have been almost completely wiped out. Now the only ones who can maintain law and order are the National Guard and the inspectors of the Office of Public Prosecutions... What do you think?"
"Mr. Governor, this snow has been falling for a whole day and night. This is definitely related to the black giant that appeared in the Sappho District!"
An official said something nonsense with a righteous look on his face: "This is an extraordinary method. It is difficult for us to be able to counter it."
The governor frowned and was about to say something when a state legislator changed the subject, saying, "Our observations show that this type of snow is very difficult to melt. Even throwing it into a furnace has little effect. Only chemical methods can dissolve it partially."
"There isn't a lot of snow at the moment, but if things continue like this, the snow will inevitably accumulate more and more, and it's very likely to trigger some other inexplicable changes."
The congressman's proposal hit the nail on the head and pointed directly to the crux of the matter. Everyone only saw the collapsed houses and homeless people freezing to death caused by the snow disaster, but few people cared about the accumulated snow!
If the snow continues to accumulate like this, within three months, the entire Boston will probably be buried in snow and become a snow mountain!
The governor tapped his fingers lightly on the table. After a moment's thought, he said, "Organize some people to clear the snow as quickly as possible. First, pile it in the valley where the laboratory used to be. We'll talk to you later if there are any problems."
“Beep…beep…beep…”
When the governor was assigning work, a phone suddenly rang in the meeting. The governor was about to explode, but suddenly realized that it was his own phone ringing. He took out his mobile phone and took a look, and was immediately a little surprised.
The caller ID showed Major General Allen, the one-eyed general who had led the city's defense forces in an ambush around the laboratory and was tragically killed.
Why is this guy calling suddenly when he is not in the hospital recuperating?
Deeply puzzled, the Governor of Massachusetts answered Allen's call: "General Allen, we are currently holding an emergency meeting in Boston. What urgent matters do you have?"
He emphasized the word "important", as if reminding General Allen of something.
"Mr. Governor, of course I have something important to bother you with."
General Allen's serious voice came from the other end of the phone: "I have sent a team of soldiers to escort Mr. Smith and Mr. Michel to you. They have a solution to the snowstorm."
"ah?"
The governor's expression was first shocked, then turned to ecstasy.
What was shocking was that Smith and Michelle were still alive. After all, there was no news of the other official superhumans who went to the laboratory.
The good news is that Boston’s heavy snow problem can finally be solved to a certain extent.
Although he was not sure whether the Eternal Night Church represented by Smith and Michelle could handle the heavy snow, they were at least professionals in supernatural issues, which was better than a layman like himself!
"I'll arrange for someone to greet the two missionaries right away!"
After the governor finished his excited speech, he seemed to feel that it was not very rigorous and immediately changed his words, "No, I will go to greet them personally. If the Church of Eternal Night can solve the heavy snow problem, I promise to build an Eternal Night Church in the most luxurious place in Boston!"
If they can really solve Boston's heavy snow problem, the governor would agree even to demolish the State Capitol, not to mention building the Church of Eternal Night in the core city area!
This heavy snow is extremely deadly. Every day that passes, Boston loses countless manpower, material resources and financial resources. As the governor, the pressure he faces is extraordinary.
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