Red light flashes.

A meteor streaked across the sky, landed in the easternmost part of Zhongzhou Continent, and crashed heavily into a field.

That muffled sound could be heard hundreds of meters away, let alone Wang Dashan who was working in the fields with his tractor.

"Damn...what was that just now?"

Startled by the sound, the slovenly man jumped off the tractor, pulled out the shotgun hanging on the side of the cab, walked towards the direction of the sound, and stuffed a shotgun into the chamber.

Shotgun.

This place is located on the border of Yunjian Province, and it is also the northwest corner that no one cares about.

Normally no one would come to this poor place. Even the businessmen thought there was too little oil and water here, and would rather go further and try their luck in the neighboring province.

But nothing is absolute.

He had met a few mutants last month - they were probably deserters who had been dispersed by corporate patrols.

Those ugly guys, even just looking at them from a distance, made him feel disgusting.

It was a pit more than ten meters wide, as if it had been blasted out by a cannonball.

Looking at the destroyed crops, Wang Dashan's heart ached, but he still approached carefully.

There seems to be something in the pit.

He glanced at the Geiger counter on his wrist to confirm that the radiation indicators were normal, and then took a closer look.

I saw a silver-white metal sphere lying in the pit. There was a trace of heat around it. The scorching high temperature even evaporated the water in the soil.

"What the hell is this?"

Looking at the metal ball in the pit, Wang Dashan studied it for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

Pressing the communicator hanging on his shoulder, he reported the situation to the guards in the village.

Not long after, a pair of car lights appeared at the edge of the field, and a guard wearing an exoskeleton jumped out of the car and strode towards him.

"What happened?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the guard noticed the pit in front of him, shone a flashlight into it, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Wang Dashan, who was standing aside, said quickly.

"I was working in the field just now, and suddenly I heard a violent noise, so I walked over and took a look...and then I found this thing in the field."

The guard continued to ask.

"Did you see where he fell?"

Wang Dashan pointed to the top of his head.

"Heaven."

"Heaven?"

The guard had a surprised expression on his face. He looked up at the sky and then at the metal ball. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, his eyes suddenly filled with confusion.

"You watch here, I'll call Enterprise One—"

The words just fell.

Before Wang Dashan, who was standing next to him, had time to agree, he saw a black shadow flying in the distance.

That's a corporate plane.

The jet-black fuselage is about ten meters wide, like a big bird. The two roller-type engines rotate slowly and spray blue arc light backwards.

It became a downward blow.

The air waves overwhelmed the wheat in the field, and the plane landed smoothly in the field.

As the cabin door opened, six soldiers wearing exoskeletons walked out of the cabin one after another.

One of them was carrying a large box that was higher than his head. He walked straight into the pit, picked up the silver ball, and put it into the box.

"Hey, wait, you broke one of mine."

Seeing these people taking things and leaving, Wang Dashan, holding a shotgun, chased after them and mustered up the courage to yell.

However, before he finished speaking, a banknote was thrust into his hand, blocking his words.

The soldier wearing an exoskeleton stared at him and asked concisely.

"Is it enough?"

"Enough, enough, hehe..."

Looking at the banknotes in his hand, Wang Dashan's originally indignant expression suddenly turned into a smile, and he politely watched the soldiers return to the plane.

100Cr.

Not to mention the crushed wheat, it was more than enough to buy all the crops in his field.

The guard glanced at this guy enviously, turned around and returned to his car.

If only it had been discovered earlier, he would have had a share of the money.

You will never suffer a loss if you work for a company. This has almost become a common sense in Yunjianxing.

Although those people are not generous, they will never be stingy with the rewards in their hands...

If there is any place in this wasteland where you can admire the last glow of the Federation of People's Federation, it is undoubtedly the Utopia called "Ideal City", the pearl of the East Coast.

The layers of concrete and steel frames extend from the ground to the sky. If you stand on the ground and look up, you can't even see the end.

The neon light pollution is the most vivid portrayal of this city. The holographic images projected on the outermost buildings can be seen even from dozens of kilometers away.

No matter how prosperous the wasteland visitor is, he will look around like a country bumpkin with his eyes wide open, and be confused by the flashing lights and the traffic that extends in all directions.

Maglev trains shuttle between high-rise buildings, like schools of fish swimming among seaweed.

Only a few big fish can swim to the highest point and enjoy the first ray of sunshine in the morning...

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the man looked out the window quietly, as if admiring the fish tank in the living room.

His name is Luo Yong, he is one of the core members of the Silver Wing Group's board of directors and holds 17% of the shares.

"Emergency communication means... It seems that our Pioneer is really in trouble." The guest sitting on the sofa looked at the wine glass in his hand with interest, and suddenly said something casually.

His name is Kang Le, and he is one of the core members of the board of directors of Kangmao Group.

Unlike Silver Wing Group, which is mainly engaged in the manufacturing of heavy engineering equipment, Kangmao Group's business scope is mainly auxiliary equipment and medical equipment.

Although the two of them are drinking buddies, when they get together, the topics they discuss always have nothing to do with wine.

"Um."

"I heard that your son was on that Pioneer?"

"Yes."

Seeing how calm this guy was, Kang Le raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

"Aren't you worried?"

"Don't you have a human cloning customization business? Just clone another one." Luo Yong said in a normal tone, and there was no trace of waves in his calm voice.

Kang Le raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at him twice in surprise, as if he didn't expect him to say that.

Moving his eyes away from the figure in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, he smiled lightly and said.

"...We can clone cells, but we can't clone memories, let alone souls."

"You still believe that stuff?"

"It has nothing to do with whether you believe it or not. It's just an abstract statement. I think that people are a concept that is different from things, and flesh and blood is just the carrier of this concept. Making containers is easy, we could do it a long time ago, even

We can do better than what is born naturally, but we still cannot transfer abstract ideas from one container to another..."

Kang Le continued to talk endlessly, but Luo Yong, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, didn't want to listen and just stared out the window intently.

Not far away, an "Electric Ray" transport plane slowly passed through rows of tall buildings and landed on the apron on the roof of the building.

He saw several soldiers carrying a box and quickly walking into the building.

Soon, the satellite installed in that box will be sent to a professional technical department to be disassembled and the data inside will be downloaded.

Although he has not yet read the data stored in the satellite, Luo Yong can already guess what is written in it.

This means of emergency communication should only be used in the most critical moments.

Since the satellite left its orbit and landed here, it already contains a lot of information...

I'm not interested in your theories."

Looking away from the window, Luo Yong interrupted Kang Le's eloquence.

Staring at the man sitting on the sofa, he continued in a serious tone.

"The Vault is the belief of the residents of Ideal City. We finally found it after two centuries. As long as we can open that door, we can end all the chaos in the wasteland and return this land to that great era."

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To be continued...