The cold moonlight spilled over the vast desert, seemingly draping this land with a layer of silver gauze. On the straight desert highway, a container transport truck was parked by the roadside. The headlights were still on, dispersing the night around it, visible from afar. Elder Ma was sitting on the front of the truck, smoking. His mature face bore a pair of eyes that shone brightly, watching the depths of the desert, waiting for something, occasionally glancing at his watch.
According to the orders he received, Elder Ma had been waiting on the desert highway for new instructions. Ten minutes ago, he received strict orders to pick up personnel for evacuation. Such tasks were second nature to Elder Ma, but on the way here, he noticed numerous armed helicopters patrolling the skies, signaling something major had occurred.
