Nellis Air Force Base, Nevada, America.
A howling gale swept yellow sand across the empty military runway.
Guards stood every few paces around the base perimeter. The entire elite force of America's Seventh Armored Division had assembled here, sealing off the underground entrance to Area 51.
A Y-20 heavy transport plane painted with red stars roared through the clouds and landed smoothly.
Beside the runway.
Lieutenant General Richard, the base's commanding officer, stood in a crisp uniform, his brow deeply furrowed. Behind him were dozens of leading physicists, military engineers, and senior customs logistics officials.
"General, the Huaxia plane has landed," an adjutant reported quietly. "But radar shows no large cargo fleet following it."
Richard's expression immediately darkened.
Under the supreme treaty, Huaxia was to take away three of ASML's highest-specification High-Throughput Lithography Machines, two dismantled F-22 fighters, and the core alien wreckage sealed away in Area 51.
Together, the equipment weighed hundreds of tons and took up as much space as three villas. Moving it required not only heavy lifting machinery, but also a dust-free environment and a shock-resistant transport convoy.
With just one Y-20?
The cabin door slowly opened.
Dressed in a black Zhongshan suit, Ye Wenjun strode down the boarding stairs.
Following him was not the elite engineering team everyone had imagined, clad in hazmat suits and protective goggles.
Instead, there were ten old Huaxia farmers in jackets, with dark skin and thick-knuckled fingers. Even their soles still carried fresh red mud from Chen Family Village.
Chen Guofu led the way, looking around curiously and muttering, "The grass at this foreign airport ain't even as thick as what grows by our village reservoir."
Zhang Daniu and the other villagers behind him nodded repeatedly.
Lieutenant General Richard's eye twitched violently at the sight.
He strode forward without even