(This chapter contains 4500 words, combining two chapters into one.)
Mu Fan thought the robot would answer him.
However, there was no response at all…
Mu Fan asked a few more times, but still got no response.
All he could hear was the sound of the transport vehicle bumping along the uneven road.
Looking back at the quiet carriage behind him, isolated by thick steel plates, Mu Fan suddenly felt as if he had entered a prison.
Above the partition separating the carriage from the driver's compartment, there was a camera performing its monitoring duty diligently.
Mu Fan believed any unusual activity from him would be transmitted in real time to the Intelligence Center of the 149th Division.
With his back to the camera, Mu Fan walked to the very end of the carriage and looked through the observation hole in the heavy door at the rolling Earth Dragons behind him.
"Black, I think what's being transported isn't the cargo—it's me."
