A curved pebbled path, set in the emerald lawn, three people walked through the path and were walking here.

The one walking in the middle, of a medium figure, wearing a blue-gray suit, with a black eye mask on his face, and his arms were tied behind him, walking very slowly.

When the three of them walked to the door of the first floor, the door opened automatically. A guard in a black suit stood at the door, staring at the three of them with vigilant eyes, expressionless faces.

Through the glass door, the three of them walked into the hall and walked along the burgundy carpet to Thomson.

Thomson was leaning against the table, standing there, crossing his hands in front of his chest, one hand on the table, tapping gently, making a slight sound, with a relaxed and natural expression, as if he was about to meet an old friend.

"The guest is here, sir." said the man in the suit walking in front.

Thomson stretched out his index finger with his right hand and shook it a few times in the air. He glanced at him and signaled to loosen the "guest"'s arm and take off the blindfold.

Unlocking the brown and yellow hemp rope, taking off the black eye mask, two men in suit stood beside him, looking at Thomson.

The "guest" stood in the middle of the hall, blinked a few times, and gradually adapted to this bright environment.

"Welcome to Yuehua Island, my dearest Professor Fengzhiyu." Thomson looked at him, stretched out his right hand, and smiled.

The man who was called Professor Feng Zhiyu seemed to be still in a dream. He was not mentally prepared for suddenly appearing in this strange place. He stared at Thomson blankly and didn't speak for a long time.

Feng Zhiyu took two steps back, with a suspicious face, unable to believe his eyes, and asked in surprise: "What the hell is going on? Thomson."

"I didn't expect that the old friends would meet again so soon, right?"

"Tell me, what's going on?" Feng Zhiyu's face turned red and he screamed in anxiety.

"Don't be anxious, old friend. You always have an admirable spirit of study and can be expressed at any time. This is the headquarters of the "Future Alliance". Welcome to join and congratulate you!" Thomson stretched out his right hand again.

Feng Zhiyu ignored his outstretched hand, looked directly at Thomson, and continued to ask, "What organization is the Future Alliance? Why have I never heard of it?"

"This is a secret organization, of course you won't know. It will be the ruler of the future world, the constructor of the future world order after the rebirth of the earth, the great king of the future. It will be the ruler of the earth after it slides into the abyss and falls into a complete state of chaos, and the king of tomorrow."

"You're crazy, Thomson. I don't want to know anything about 'Future Alliance', and I won't join your organization. Send me back quickly. Otherwise, I will sue you!" Feng Zhi's voice was so rapid that he fought all over.

Thomson made a "tsk tsk" sound, "Mr. Wind Word, you don't seem to understand your current situation. Wake up, you are already a 'dead person', and there is no professor in the world." After saying that, Thomson made a crazy laugh, and a devil-like voice echoed in the corner of the hall.

Feng Zhiyu clenched his hands into fists, gritted his teeth, and his face became paler. He roared and rushed towards Thomson, waving his fists. The man in the suit next to him grabbed him and held him firmly, holding him firmly. He staggered and stood there with a shaking sound, shouting "Shameless, liar" in his mouth, with his eyes wide open, and extremely angry.

After a long time, Feng Zhiyu's anger gradually dissipated and his breathing calmed down. He asked:

"Mr. Thomson, I really can't understand. What do you want to do? You and I are old friends, both world-renowned meteorological experts, and they both shoulder great missions. Our research results will promote the development and progress of mankind. We should have a broad view of the universe and development, and make greater contributions to mankind's happiness."

"Yes, Mr. Feng Zhiyu, we are excellent representatives of mankind, standing at the forefront of scientific research, and engaged in significant research work. We often participate in international climate change forums together. The scope and direction of the research are basically the same. We are the two most authoritative people in today's climate change research. We have conducted decades of research on climate change, collected deep ice samples such as the Antarctic, the Arctic, the Arctic Ocean and even the Himalayas foothills, and created countless mathematical models of climate change, and have a clear understanding of the trends and speeds of climate change for tens of thousands of years. The impact of climate change on the earth, the impact on human development, and even the final destination of the earth and the final outcome of mankind, we are very clear in our hearts, but we have not published the conclusion, right?" Thomson changed his rebellious tone just now, and showed the face of scholars.

Feng Zhiyu sighed, "Mr. Thomson, what you said makes sense. But as meteorological scientists, we should provide research results to society in a timely manner, slow down or even reverse the speed of climate change, and minimize the impact of climate change on the earth and mankind. From my research, this is feasible!"

"Haha, haha!" Thomson laughed loudly and applauded exaggeratedly, "Beautiful! Mr. Fengzhiyu, what you said is beautiful, do you believe it yourself? To put it bluntly, only the two of us in the world know the most. This trend is irreversible and is accelerating further. Extreme climate events will emerge one after another, climate collapse is inevitable, and the world will be reborn!"

"What exactly do you want to do? The earth belongs to all mankind. We only have the right to protect, not the right to destroy."

"My dearest Mr. Fengzhiyu, for our friendship and common cause, you might as well listen to me."
Chapter completed!