Song Shiyi drove over to meet up with Lu Yao in Huang Jia's body, then carried him toward their destination.
By now, it was midnight, and there were few pedestrians on the streets. Barbecue stalls and various shops were still open as usual, and late-returning people still came and went in twos and threes. No one realized that the entire world was going through a massive crisis.
Song Shiyi had tied her hair into a bun, making her look brisk and capable.
As she drove, she said, "Teacher Huang, in the ten hours from two o'clock yesterday morning to now, the committee has already handled fifty-two overlapping zones. Of the remaining thirty-five areas, South Heaven Gate has sealed off twenty-two. The final thirteen zones each have their own circumstances."
"One of those thirteen is where we're going now."
Lu Yao asked, "What are the casualties?"
Song Shiyi's expression dimmed. "Four committee colleagues died, and another eleven people were injured."
Lu Yao nodded.
The committee would suffer losses and reductions in personnel, but Star Track would not. Their Star's Shadows could be deployed again and again. As long as they had enough resources and energy to resupply them, they could keep dragging the meat grinder of a war out indefinitely.
The car drove out of the city and stopped by a field ridge.
This was Farmland beside the airport expressway. Ahead, an area with a few trees had been cordoned off by vehicles and blue barrier panels, with armed police standing guard farther out around the perimeter.
Lu Yao and Song Shiyi walked over and found that the person in charge here was Wu Ke again. He was fiddling with the gyroscope in his hand and gnawing on a piece of bread, looking somewhat irritable.
When Wu Ke saw Lu Yao,