North America is a blessed land. The soil here is fertile, and the geography of the plains, mountains, rivers and rivers is varied. In particular, there are many plains suitable for farming, and it is almost the best choice for a natural farm pasture.

And because of the geographical location, North America, especially the United States. Although the United States has long coastlines at both ends of the country, there is little danger of a tsunami.

Earthquakes are rare, and in a way this land is the best place for human life. Natural disasters are extremely rare in this area.

Of course, less doesn't mean nothing. The United States, located in North America, has its own most important and frequent natural disasters. That was the terrible typhoon.

There is a high chance of wind disasters in this country, and many occur every year. In total, the direct economic losses caused by the typhoon in the United States are more than $2 billion a year.

Whether it's a terrible cyclone (tornado) in the interior or a hurricane in the coastal area. When the raging currents pass through, they take everything together that can blow into the sky.

Including trees, the roof of a house, cows in the field, fish in a fish pond, and even a car you park in your back garden. In areas where hurricanes or tornadoes are frequent, almost every home has a shelter.

Generally, a basement with a depth of about two to three meters is dug in the corner of the yard against the wall. The open part is generally made of steel structure, and the foundation is extremely firm. One or two ventilation devices/ventilation windows are usually connected to the ventilation equipment of the house.

Most experienced and proactive homeowners will stock up on emergency supplies before the typhoon season begins. Including battery, diesel fuel (generator use), emergency lights. There are also a variety of high-calorie foods that can be stored hard, such as sealed sweets, chocolates and biscuits, and most importantly: plenty of clean water and diesel generators.

After the weather forecast predicts that a hurricane will pass and its power is assessed. Generally, parents will choose how to deal with it according to their power level.

If it is a strong wind below level 8, most people will choose to stay in the house. But if it's a strong hurricane of magnitude 8 or higher, or even 12. So as long as there is a shelter at home, then the best option is to go to the shelter.

Hurricanes are easier to predict because the eye of the storm can be observed in the clouds of the atmosphere to determine the size of the hurricane and the route it will take.

Whirlwinds in the interior are an even more terrifying kind of existence. Because many times the formation of a cyclone or tornado is very sudden and fast.

Temperature, pressure, etc., can all affect the formation of tornadoes. From F0 to F5, the different levels represent different powers. F5 is the tornado's highest power level.

With winds of more than 330 kilometers per hour, it can easily roll up a train and completely destroy the house of an average family.

Even if you're hiding in an underground shelter, you'd better pray to all the gods you believe in for their protection. An F5 tornado won't stay on your head for long, otherwise no one will be able to guarantee that you and your shelter will be okay in the next second.

This is a country with frequent typhoons, and many people have experience in self-rescue and emergency response in the face of typhoons. Because many people know that when disaster strikes, no one can be trusted. Only the guns in your hands and the emergency supplies in the shelter are fundamental.

The pace of the government's response has generally been unsatisfactory. That's what Renard thinks, for example. Even with a lot of preparation, things are going badly now.

Because of the heavy rain brought by Hurricane Florida, the entire city was flooded, and he could only salvage a small amount of what he had left in the shelter.

And most of his house was destroyed, and the entire roof of the second floor was completely torn off.

The Renard family sat in the only still intact master bedroom on the second floor.

"We're trying to figure out a way out of here. Here's what Renard said to himself, his wife and his eight-year-old son: "I don't know how many supplies will be found in the city, but our emergency food will only last our family for three days, and there will be no electricity." ”

"My mobile phone has just barely received a signal, and the government is still the same old way, let the army come in first to maintain law and order, and I don't know when the follow-up rescue work will begin. It is also not known when the transported material will return. We can't afford to sit back and die. Renard looked at his wife and said seriously: "Now that the hurricane has stopped and the road traffic has resumed, we can try to get out of here first." After a while, wait for the water level to recede before returning. It's not a good choice to stay here, there must be people who haven't prepared beforehand. Maybe someone has been starving all day. ”

"Those people don't have a good temper, and I don't want to get into trouble with them. Renard's words made his wife's lips tighten.

She said nervously, "But there will be dangers on the road. ”

Renard pulled out a revolver from a bedroom drawer and began to reload it: "Yes, but it's okay to stay here." At least until enough relief arrives, the city will be in danger. Hungry people can do anything. The whole city was flooded, and there must have been very little food to be found. ”

After Renard loaded the revolver and handed it to his wife, who took a deep breath and took the pistol. And the child in her arms looked a little nervous.

Renard touched his son's head: "It's okay, don't worry, there are parents here." He forced a smile.

At the same time, he found a short-barreled shotgun, the city after the disaster is not much safer than the wild forest, and the news of various robberies after the disaster is not once or twice, and sometimes people are much more terrible than wild beasts.

When everything was ready, and some emergency supplies were packed into his backpack, Reynard was ready to leave with the family. He noticed that his youngest son was missing.

Just as he was about to look for his son, his youngest son walked in with a box of his toys. Looks like he wanted to take the toys with him.

"No, no. Raymond, we're not going out to play, we can't take so many toys with us. "Renard has a bit of a headache and has a bit of a grumpy temper because of the bad situation he has now.

So he unconsciously accentuated his tone, a bit like roaring, "Put all those things back for me now!"

Renard's appearance frightened his eight-year-old son, Raymond, and he stood there holding his mouth as if he was about to cry from his father.

"You're scared of him!" Renard's wife ran to her child, holding Raymond in her arms, and was dissatisfied with her husband's overreaction: "Raymond is only eight years old! You can communicate with him well, but don't use yelling! This storm frightened Raymond, he just wanted to bring a familiar belonging!"

Renard touched his furrowed brow: "Well, I just reacted a little too much. Raymond, listen, you can bring one, just a toy, okay?"

Raymond nodded, and he picked out one of his favorite dolls from the toy box, a Marvel-peripheral Iron Man. Iron Man has now made cartoons and started playing, and is one of Raymond's favorite animated characters.

In his toy box there are dolls of other superheroes, most of which are Marvel products. Including Spider-Man, Tekken, Captain America, and many more.

Renard sniffed, "Okay Raymond, take your precious Iron Man." There was one more sentence that Renard didn't say in his chest: take it, take it. Anyway, these bullshit heroes won't really appear, it's like a government rescue. It's never the same when you really need it!

Just as the Renards were about to leave, there was a bang, bang, it was the sound of a window being banged. Renard alertly pulled out his short-barreled shotgun and pointed it in the direction of the windowsill.

"Who's where!" asked Renard, a little nervously, for he had never shot at anyone, never before, and hopefully not again.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. "The two men who came in from the windowsill looked strange, they were dressed in fancy clothes. It's kind of like a superhero in the movie.

A man and a woman, both with a label on their chests: Justice League. And they were holding two boxes in their hands.

The man with the Justice League label placed a carton of pure water in his hand on the windowsill, and then placed a box of compressed food brought by his female companion on the windowsill.

Then he smiled and said to Renard, "We have no ill intentions, but we are here to help." ”

Renard put away his shotgun and said a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I'm a little nervous." What department of the government are you?" Renard was a little strange, he only received a message in the morning that the government was just about to shoot the army to come in to maintain law and order, why did the relief materials arrive so quickly?

"It's not a government department! I know! I know! they're the Super Heroes League of New York!" said eight-year-old Raymond, suddenly excitedly pointing to the two members of the Justice League.

The two of them exchanged a cool gesture to Raymond before saying to Raynald, "Sir, I don't think you might have to leave here." Because we've all arrived. ”

"What? what do you all mean by here?" asked Renard, a little confused, he didn't know exactly what the Justice League of New York was.

Suddenly, a noise came from above his head, and the male Justice League member pointed to the sky and said, "You might know it when you see it." ”

Renard walked over to the broken roof and looked up at dozens of helicopters flying over his head.

And Raymond excitedly lay on the windowsill and shouted: "It's Iron Man!"

One after another, the steel armor 'Yiguo' flew past Raymond's sight. This time it's not a toy, it's a real Iron Man.

Renard moved his fingers, and by the time he looked back at the windowsill, the two members of the Justice League had disappeared.

Renard looked at Raymond, who was shouting excitedly by the window, and his wife, who was checking the water and emergency supplies that had just been delivered.

He looked at his son's box of toys one last time, and Renard shook his head.

Well, maybe superheroes aren't as useless as they think?