"Sorry, old friend." Sitting in the White Tiger's cockpit, Nagano Souta let out a sigh, reached out to grab the iron chain tied to the metal crate, then loosened the hand that had been holding onto the heavy trailer.
"It's been an honor to serve under you." The accountant's relieved voice came through the comms channel, followed by a dull gunshot.
The heavy trailer's speed suddenly dropped, falling behind the White Tiger that was still gliding at high velocity. Then the trailer skidded sideways, flipped, rolled several times, and slammed heavily into an armored off-road vehicle rushing up from behind.
With a thunderous bang, flames shot into the sky. Innumerable flesh-eating ants frenziedly gnawed on the blazing corpses in the fire—they did not feel pain, did not fear death, and had no sense of self. The sole mission for which they had been hatched was to extract as much biomass from this world as possible and deliver it to the Queen hidden deep within the nest.
