Day twenty, late at night.
A piercing electronic ringtone echoed throughout the entire shelter! It was the satellite phone placed in the waterproof box in the corner by Lin Yu'an.
Lin Yu'an sat up from his sleeping bag, his brow slightly furrowed.
He knew that at this point, when the production team used this emergency communication line, it could only mean one thing: the situation had exceeded their expectations.
He opened the box and answered the call.
"Lin! Can you hear me? Is that you?" The anxious voice of the executive producer Mark came from the other end of the line.
"It's me, Mark, I'm fine." Lin Yu'an's voice was calm and steady, forming a stark contrast to the anxiety on the other end of the call.
"God! It's good you're okay!" Mark clearly sighed in relief.
"Our meteorological consultant just sent out an emergency alert. The intensity of this storm has far surpassed our historical data models! The wind speed might have reached hurricane levels!"
