HLM -Chapter 831 Survival Plan

Conely said, “God bless us. The wind is terrible, but at least it hasn’t exceeded level nine. It’s still far from level ten or eleven—otherwise we really would have to tie ourselves to the walls with ropes.”

Wang Bo sighed. “Let’s hope we won’t need to do that. Go, publish the survival plan.”

This was a plan prepared by the New Zealand government. The official website had everything—different plans for different kinds of disasters.

Since Conely was a forum administrator, he downloaded it from the New Zealand website and posted it on the forum. He pinned the post, turned the title bold and red, and even added a special note: “This is not a drill.”

Wang Bo was speechless. Damn, it was just a storm—did they really have to act like a world war was coming?

He opened the plan and took a look. The first item was to prepare an emergency kit—food, drinking water, warm clothes, medicine, a radio, flashlight, spare phone, daily necessities—everything placed together. That was the emergency kit.

He shook his head. This stuff needed preparation beforehand. But would New Zealanders really prepare all of this in advance? Unless they had a doomsday syndrome.

He continued reading and kept shaking his head. The plan wasn’t very practical—too official and not useful.

For example, the second item said that when a storm comes, you must stay away from trees, electric poles, glass, billboards, outdoor signs—anything that might collapse. Wasn’t that nonsense? Even a dog knew that.

Stuck indoors because of the storm, he saw everyone had nothing to do, so he said, “This disaster plan won’t work in real life. Alright, everyone, let’s pool our ideas and create a plan that will actually help the townspeople.”

“Us?” Kid looked panicked. “Boss, shouldn’t professionals be making this?”

Wang Bo snapped, “The official plan was made by professionals. Look at the crap they made!”

Atulu said, “Right, this plan is useless. It only says to prepare food—but what food? Damn it, hot cocoa, coffee, chocolate, honey toffee, hamburgers, sandwiches—are those the same?”

Uncle Bing had often gone deep into dangerous places during his SAS service, so he had real experience. Wang Bo let him lead the creation of their plan.

Uncle Bing was reliable. After thinking for a moment, he said to Conely, “Okay, I’ll talk. You type.”

“First item: If the house is already damaged, lead your family to stay in the strongest part of the building. Reminder: The strongest place is usually the ground floor, the room with the smallest area and the fewest windows.”

Atulu punched the air. “That’s more like it—not just tell people what to do, but tell them how to do it!”

“Second item: Reinforce the windward side of the house. Put tape on the glass in a cross pattern to increase its strength.”

“Third item: Fully charge mobile phones, radios, and all devices that can be charged. Keep them at full battery at all times. If the power goes out, don’t panic. Follow updates on our forum—the government will conduct rescue operations.”

“Fourth item: If something extreme happens, like the roof being blown off, the house shaking, or building materials falling inside, immediately lead your family to hide under the dining table or any sturdy platform to prevent secondary injuries.”

“……”

Everyone contributed their own survival experience, especially Uncle Bing and his son, who were experts in wilderness and crisis survival. Under their leadership, a brand-new survival plan was born.

Because no one could go out, all the townspeople were online, and practically everyone was watching the forum.

More and more people joined and shared their ideas, and the plan grew more comprehensive.

Under the battering storm, some houses finally couldn’t hold up—the roofs were blown away.

New Zealand houses were different from those in China. Their roofs were mostly integrated wooden structures. Once damaged, the whole roof could be lifted off.

But this also had a benefit: it reduced secondary injuries. If it were a brick roof, debris would fall and easily injure people during the disaster.

Phone lines were down, so people sent rescue messages online. When Wang Bo saw that a house had been damaged, he had no choice but to lead the police to rescue them.

This was the job of firefighters—but unfortunately, the town was too small to have a fire department, so the police had to take on the responsibility.

Wind and rain were still intense. This time they couldn’t go out half-naked. Wang Bo put on warm clothes and cursed, “Let’s see who still says the South Island is too dry. Hope no one complains about too much rain now!”

Uncle Bing listened with a smile. He was the best kind of subordinate—always the first to respond, always the strongest execution.

The weather was terrible, and normal vehicles couldn’t drive. Luckily, Wang Bo had bought the Predator—designed precisely for extreme conditions, able to drive even when water reached the exhaust pipe.

Driving through the storm, they barely reached the residential area. Up close, it was clear that wooden houses were unreliable—almost every home had damage.

They found the damaged house. Wang Bo and Atulu braved the rain and opened the door, while others led the family toward the Predator.

There were five people—two parents and three children. The mother tried to use an umbrella to shield the kids, but in this weather, how could an umbrella work?

She had barely lifted it when the raging wind tore it away, and she herself was nearly blown off her feet.

“Fuck! Throw that useless thing away!” Uncle Bing shouted. “Throw it away! Follow us! Use all your strength and move forward!”

Hearing this, Wang Bo suddenly laughed. Atulu was shocked. “Boss, have you lost your mind?”

Wang Bo glared at him and shouted, “The wind and rain have weakened! Can’t you feel it? The first time we came out, we couldn’t even hear each other talk!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly closed his mouth—he had swallowed a mouthful of rainwater.

It wasn’t easy to feel the decrease in wind and rain.

After they returned to the government building, the wind and rain continued into the pitch-black midnight.

During that time, two more wooden houses had issues. One even had a cracked wall. Wang Bo had no choice but to bring those families into the building as well.

Looking into the dark storm outside, Elizabeth sighed. “Damn weather… when will the rain stop?”

Hani said regretfully, “Girl, prepare for a long battle. In my experience, once a tropical cyclone makes landfall, it takes at least two or three days to pass.”

Wang Bo was horrified. “Two or three days? Damn it—will our town be flattened?”

Hani said, “No. The weather will get better. In fact, we should be more optimistic. This cyclone has its benefits.”

“What benefits?”

“It means summer has officially arrived!”