Tasanis, the land of wealth, the land of power, there are too many humans chasing everything in their dreams, even the moment before the wave of destruction, especially without everyone knowing it.

The psychic signal sent by Sarah Cogan spans light years, but it is not noticed by ordinary people. So although the Federal Army has begun to get nervous, the rest of Tasanis is still running as usual--everyone is still chasing something.

Brandon Naightingale (Note 1) is one of these many chasers. When Sarah Cogan was sending a psionic signal, he was sitting in his interstellar "big truck", a small and medium-sized interstellar cargo spacecraft - this is a space transport ship produced by the factory of the Terra family. The same model of space transport ships produced countless, forming the short-distance transportation lifeline of the human federation.

Now, these transport ships of the same model are waiting in groups in a planetary port on the surface of Tasanis, waiting for entry and customs clearance inspection, and then preparing for annual inspection. The inefficiency of federal officials made the drivers curse, so the driver's channel is simply fragrant, and the rude drivers keep greeting the wife of the federal officials, which makes Brandon feel quite annoyed.

So he turned off his favorite driver channel and switched to the most annoying federal official driver radio channel. He was drowsy when he listened to the melodious music inside. In his drowsy, Brandon saw what he was chasing, making him a star truck driver and the source of motivation for this day-to-day irritable work.

It was an antique plane soaring above the sky.

In Brandon's dream, the sky seemed as pure as a blue blanket. Above the sky, the light of the stars penetrated the sky and sowed golden sunlight. Under the bath of the sun, there was an ancient monoplane flying - this plane was not the interstellar transport ship he drove with a wireless bar like a broken car. It had a slender and straight body, a sexy single wing, and a roaring jet engine.

This is the real aircraft, and even the Federal Rebellion Fighter cannot compare with. Since I saw a model of this aircraft in a pawn shop when I was a child, Brandon has made it easier to fly and form a relationship--but a poor boy in a marginal world cannot afford to buy a plane, and he even has no way to become a rebellion fighter pilot, let alone any antique aircraft to buy.

Brandon could only work hard to inherit his father's interstellar truck transport ship, hoping to one day be freed from the heavy loan and get enough money to realize his dream of flying - flying the plane and feeling the G force, roaring in the sky, and roaring among the stars, instead of moving forward in a uniform space voyage like a still cage.

Brandon had such a dream until the abnormality woke him up. This abnormality was first a murmur from the Federal Channel and a burst of rapid shouts. Although Brandon was sleepy, he did not hear the message sent by a federal track surveillance station operator in a panic, the brief murmur did wake him up.

He soon discovered that the broadcast of all kinds of sleepy music was always playing, but it stopped. This surprised Brandon - the so-called channel in the federal government for freight drivers is that it keeps playing classical music, and there are no other bullshit programs, and then it keeps playing it all the time. Why is it still stopped now?

He woke up from his drowsiness and noticed a second abnormality, which was a beeping sound from the front of the cargo hold. It was not loud, but it was very regular, which made Brandon wake up all of a sudden--the part closest to the cab in the front of the cargo hold is generally used to store smaller but more easily damaged cargo, and the large items were in the large cargo hold behind. This time, Brandon brought an important piece of cargo inside the small cargo hold.

This was a job he took when he helped the federal officials to smuggle cargo from Kailian back when he came back, and helped some people in Kailian to transport a cargo to a large family in the federal collusion with them. The rewards would naturally not be less when they were transported. Now there was an abnormality in the small cargo hold, so Brandon was naturally worried. After taking a look at the fuel meter that had been charged 25%, he got up and went to the small cargo hold to look for the abnormality.

The abnormal sound was soon found by him. It was the special smuggled cargo. Brandon carefully observed and found that a regular sound of dripping sound was constantly coming from the box about half a meter long, which made him feel a little creepy, wondering if there was something that would explode inside.

But he quickly eliminated this ridiculous idea from his mind - who would have nothing to do to bother him, and if this was some kind of trick to assassinate the recipient, this kind of Didi sound would be too obvious - Brandon immediately threw the ridiculous idea he had obtained because he watched too many movies. He continued to examine the special goods and found that there was nothing abnormal about this thing except for the regular Didi sound.

Thinking about the importance of this cargo and the large amount of money this time, Brandon was hesitating about how to deal with this thing, and a voice suddenly came from the cockpit:

"Brendon, are you here?!"

Brandon knew who it was when he heard this. It was an old fellow countryman of his. The guy was always happy, but now the voice sounded very nervous and urgent. Brandon suddenly felt a little bad premonition. He rushed back to the cab with the precious cargo, fixed the cargo in the passenger seat, and then took off the communicator:

"I'm here, El, what's wrong?"

"It's a little bit wrong, Nightingale" El shouted Brandon's nickname. "The federal communication channel is now in chaos. I'm not talking about a secret channel, but the port authority's channels are in chaos, and someone has heard some alarms or something."

After hearing this, Brandon didn't talk nonsense. He immediately adjusted the channel and transferred it to the channel of the Port Authority. Now the channel that is usually used to communicate entry and procedures has been completely in chaos. There is no official voice at all, and only the drivers are clamoring there.

Brandon's premonition of anxiety became stronger and stronger. Just as he was about to call El, the alarm suddenly sounded, and a yellow light symbolizing warning appeared in the port, and the Federal Army's radio also sounded. The general idea was that there was some emergency in Tasanis. Before the alarm was lifted, all cargo spacecraft must be on standby and wait for further notification.

Then Brandon and others saw the federal soldiers on duty in the port rushing out of the port, and the automatic warning cannon, which usually had his head hanging down, was also activated, and began to wander around and wonder what he was aiming at - the port was suddenly in chaos.

"Damn, what's wrong with this?"

El's curse came from the communication, and the driver's communication channel was released. The cursing sound suddenly changed from the noisy insect name to the roar of the waves. No one knew what was going on. The drivers only knew that the port was blocked and that something happened on the planet was in trouble. They had to stand by on the spot.

As time goes by, these rude drivers also figured out one thing--Tasanis, as the capital star, has the most stringent defense. It is definitely not a trivial matter to happen. Then as time goes by, the drivers also began to become more and more irritable, and they began to talk about whether to force a departure from the port.

Brandon remained silent in this anxiety, and several of his fellow villagers also began to discuss whether to rush out, but Brandon looked at the automatic cannons that were turning around, but he was extremely calm---controlling the spaceships here and leaving everyone on standby, probably not wanting to let a large number of small cargo spacecraft in the port swarm out to interfere with the flow of vehicles and aircraft on the surface. If you think so, you will really be unlucky to rush out...

Brandon was thinking, and suddenly found a brave fool who was really controlling the spacecraft and forcibly hitting the gate of the exit channel--and then the automatic cannon opened fire violently. The spacecraft hit by the 80mm automatic cannon suddenly turned into a ball of fire, and the fire and the damage blocked a exit channel.

The port was in an instant!

The freight drivers were furious, but no one dared to move in a short time. Unarmed people had no good idea to face the federal automatic guns--time passed quickly in anxiety, and soon, the situation became worse. A surface patrol channel of the Federal Army was eavesdropped by some smuggling drivers, and they found that the Federal Army seemed to be fighting something now?!

The drivers immediately exploded again--there was a fight. So, who were trapped here at this time, were at risk of being involved in the war at any time?!

In fear and panic, some pilots drove small spacecraft to crash into the mutilation that had been destroyed before trying to break out a path, while more spacecraft rushed towards the vertical patio passage leading to the surface like locusts. Watching the spacecraft rushing towards the patio, Brandon fell into a brief hesitation - and squeezed over. So many spacecraft had begun to collide. This was not a trampling in the gym, but it was a great possibility that it would be dead if it hit.

what to do?

Just as Brandon was hesitating, the light that was evacuating vertically from the patio was suddenly blocked by some kind of black shadow. The huge black shadow directly smashed through the patio, smashing a group of spaceships that were swarming into fireballs--the escape passage was also blocked!

At the critical moment of the flash fire, Brandon Needingal almost instinctively cut off the fuel delivery pipeline, and then drove the spacecraft to the deeper part of the port--the normal way out was gone, and staying in the chaotic scene was also a death, so he had to retreat inside.

The port was trembling constantly, and some old equipment collapsed and fell in the vibration. The usually wide passage became a death trap. Brandon drove the spacecraft to dodge left and right in the passage, and was eventually hit by a wreckage. He had to control the spacecraft to make an emergency landing in a relatively open place.

In the violent collision, Brandon fainted, and in the darkness behind him, the roar of insects came.
Chapter completed!