"All citizens, please follow the guidance on your personal smart devices and proceed to your designated assembly points."
Zhang Cheng said goodbye to Young Creamy. Holding his secondhand device, he followed the route displayed by its real-time guidance.
He flowed into the Airport Building with the crowd. The cool air made him shiver, raising goosebumps across his exposed skin.
No one was there to maintain order, but everyone moved in an orderly fashion. Even those talking kept their voices low.
The airport had opened its access routes, and everyone poured out of the building. On the sun-scorched apron, rectangular military transport ships a hundred meters long had been waiting for some time.
Their silver-gray surfaces were nonreflective, and they stood in neat rows across the entire airport. There had to be at least a hundred of them.
Military personnel checked identities and helped people board. After stepping onto the runway and looking over the vast array of military transport ships, Zhang Cheng arrived beside his own "private plane."
A young soldier in desert camouflage held a tablet. He scanned Zhang Cheng's face, then had him verify his palm print on the tablet's surface.
Zhang Cheng quickly passed verification and climbed the boarding stairs into the aircraft. The floor was a metal deck with long slotted openings, and the ceiling stood less than two meters overhead.
Rows of simple seats consisted of fabric straps stretched over frames. Zhang Cheng suddenly remembered the ground aircraft in [Radiance].
They had the same slotted floors, designed to accommodate quick-release seats or other equipment.
The overhead partitions could all be removed to adjust the height, depending mainly on the size of whatever was being airdropped or transported.
The rear wall of this transport ship should be movable. Curious, Zhang Cheng walked along the wall. Sure