27 September 2007, Presidential Palace, Jakarta, Indonesia. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fifty-eight-year-old President Susilo frowned as he looked at the documents in his hand.

"Haji," Susilo asked, a little confused, "the undercurrent in the Banda Sea is not normal?" How do I understand this sentence. ”

"Your Excellency." Haji bowed slightly, "It should be a change caused by the influence of the undercurrent of the Arafura Sea. ”

"That's right." Susilo is noncommittal, Indonesia itself is an archipelagic country, so it will be more sensitive to changes in the waters. Still, he reconfirmed: "Is it certain?" ”

"Of course." Haji is confident, "The observation instruments we use are the most advanced in the United States. ”

"That's good." Susilo nodded, although he didn't think that the United States could sell them the most advanced observation instruments, but it would be easy to use.

....

The island of Weta, an island in the southeast of Indonesia,

It is a small island with an area of about 3,640 square kilometers and a population of about 11,000.

The islanders are basically indigenous to Indonesia, located in a remote area, and are quite backward in all aspects.

In the main town, the only bar in the town of Ilvaki, a few 10-year-olds played unscrupulously, and a few customers were bored and boasted in the empty bar.

"Crunch"

The door was pushed open, and a man in his 40s walked in, with outturned cheekbones, slightly sunken eyes, a flat and wide nose, thick, protruding lips, dark skin, and a short stature, typical of Indonesian indigenous appearance.

"Uncle Dohar!"

The eyes of a few playful children lit up, and they hurriedly ran over to greet them affectionately.

"Dohar, how's it going out there?"

"Dohar, have you learned anything today?"

The man named Dohar greeted everyone happily, and there was a hint of smugness in his eyes, and it was obvious that he liked the feeling of being noticed very much.

"Tyral, have a beer." Dohar smiled at the owner of the bar.

The bar owner's face was average, and he didn't seem to have a good impression of the person in front of him, but he also poured a glass and handed it to him.

Dohar didn't care, he took a sip and frowned, "Why is it Huaguo's beer again?" ”

"That's all you can drink." The bar owner said impatiently.

Dohar pursed his lips, but he also took a sip of this cheap beer that no one in China would drink.

"Uncle Dohar, tell us your story again."

"Yes, Uncle Dohar! We still want to hear it. ”

Dohar haha, and proudly said to the children, "Okay, then I'll tell you again." ”

"Speak out." The bar owner's face was a little ugly, "Don't talk about this to me. ”

"Hey, Tyral, I really don't understand you." Dohar still had that smiling face, "Why didn't you object in the first place?" ”

The bar owner's expression darkened, and he turned around and stopped talking.

Dohar shrugged his shoulders and said loudly to a few Indonesian children, "Do you remember what I said? ”

"Yes."

"May of '98!"

"That's right," Dohar nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "The economy was very sluggish that year, and many Indonesian compatriots had a very difficult life. However, those Chinese, they are living a very rich life! Their good days were all ours!! Why should these outsiders be comfortable while we have to suffer? So with the tacit approval of the state, the brave Indonesians began to slaughter those people, and the killing lasted for several days and nights, and we killed tens of thousands of outsiders! Hey, and those thousands of women, we're on the street...."

"Enough!" Tylar looked at him disdainfully, "Scum. ”

"I'm scum?" Dohar laughed, he pointed at Tillar and sarcastically said, "You were there back then, why didn't you stop you, you.."

"Buzz.."

The bar table began to shake, and bottles and glasses fell to the ground.

"This is a goddamn place."

The few men in the bar are swearing and swearing, and this kind of island shock will happen for a long time.

After such a break, Dohar lost the interest in arguing, and staggered up to go home.

"Boom.."

The door of the bar was slammed open, and a woman holding a 6 or 7-year-old boy appeared in everyone's sight.

"Hey, why are you here?" Dohar stepped forward to pick up his son, "I'm getting ready to go home." ”

The woman looked at Dohal tremblingly, her teeth chattering, her eyes full of despair.

The little boy didn't know why, and stretched out his arm to ask his father to hold him.

Dohar gave the woman a strange look, "How are you.."

His arms froze in mid-air, his cloudy eyes widened, his dirty gray-yellow pants wet, and the brave Indonesian was scared to pee.

In the distance, dense Indonesians are desperately fleeing, screaming and crying in despair, echoing between heaven and earth.

With no huge waves, no earth cracking, the 3,640-square-kilometre island is collapsing from its edge.

The submarine vortex created by the Banda Sea area continued to move and accumulate and ferment, and finally exploded when it touched the island.

On the surface of the sea, a huge vortex with a diameter of 100 meters shattered the foundation of the island, devouring everything it touched.

Luckily for Dohar, he didn't even have time to grieve that his wife and children had been swept away before his eyes, so he went with them.

Tyral closed his eyes tremblingly, he remembered that May, he stood aside and looked at those desperate women, that. Imagination did not continue. He was torn apart in an instant by the force of great force.

Seven minutes later, the Indonesian island of Weta was completely wiped off the map, along with 11,300 people.

But, the vortex is still moving. Direction, Leland.

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Presidential palace

Susilo stared out the window, the phone on her desk screeching.

The office was crowded with the heads of various departments, and Haji was even more trembling with fear, why is this happening?

"Why is this happening?" Susilo murmured in despair.

Everyone chose to be silent, this kind of natural disaster is inevitable, it comes too suddenly, too terrible.

"Boom.."

The door to the president's office was violently pushed open, and the staff reported the situation loudly, "Veta Island, Leyland Road, Atauro Island have sunk. Alor Island is being affected by the disaster, and the people on the island have begun to evacuate urgently. The vortex travels along the latitude S8°3′40.26"E 125°12′17.54"E. ”

Susilo sat weakly in her chair, this latitude and longitude. It's an island group in Indonesia!!

On September 28, 2007, the vortex dissipated.

Since then, Indonesia has lost more than 50 large and small islands, including Weta, Liland, and Atauro, and even the Nusa Tenggara archipelago, where East Nusa Tenggara Province is located, has been torn apart.

The number of dead and missing people is millions, and the direct and indirect losses are as high as 800 billion US dollars, which is as much as three times the GDP of Indonesia in 06!! It is conservatively estimated that the economy will go back 20 years! And the influence of all aspects continues to ferment!

Once again, nature has shown humanity its incomparable power, which is a natural disaster, grace... That's right. (To be continued.) )