Above Clear Spring City.
A "Dragonfly" transport aircraft circled along the edge of the Fifth Ring Road.
Looking at the endless yellowish-green fog outside the cabin, Not-a-Professional Mantou clicked his tongue, surprise rising in his eyes.
The spore cloud gathered in the city center resembled a waterfall rolling down from the clouds. From afar, it looked like a giant tree with luxuriant branches and leaves.
Its towering trunk devoured the earth, while its spreading branches invaded the sky.
Did a weapon capable of destroying something like that really exist?
Even a nuclear bomb...
A faint chill crawled up along his line of sight. Brother Mantou shook his head and picked up the radio hanging from his shoulder.
"Are you guys ready?"
Amid the crackling static, Old White's voice came intermittently through the earpiece.
"OK."
The signal had already begun to fluctuate unstably. Mantou's instincts told him that without protection from electromagnetic interference, this was as close as the aircraft could get.
He pulled the control lever beside him.
Amid a burst of unstable shaking, the cargo ramp locked at the tail slowly lowered, and turbulent air rushed into the cabin.
"Cargo door open—"
"Good luck!"
At the same time, Old White, standing at the open ramp, gestured to his teammates behind him. Bracing against the howling wind, he was the first to step out.
As the camera pulled back, several black dots separated from the cabin and sped toward the center of Clear Spring City. Before long, six parachutes bloomed above the Third Ring Road.
After landing, the group quickly gathered near the airdropped supplies, recovering the ammunition, RPG launchers, and other support equipment stored there.
At the same time, elsewhere.
At Boulder City on the edge of the western Third Ring Road, the operators on duty at the radar