Red glares flickered.
A meteor streaked across the sky, falling sharply into a field on the easternmost part of the Central Plains Continent.
That muffled sound could be heard even hundreds of meters away, let alone by Wang Dashan, who was working in the field with his tractor.
"What the hell was that?"
Startled by the sound, the unkempt man jumped down from his tractor and pulled out the hunting gun hanging beside the driver's cabin, shoving a cartridge into the chamber as he walked toward the direction of the noise.
This place was at the remote border of the Province of Yúnjiānxíng, the neglected northwest corner to top it all.
Usually, no one would visit this impoverished spot, not even merchants who deemed this place too poor in opportunity; they preferred to go further ahead to the neighboring province to try their luck.
But there were always exceptions.
Last month, he had spotted several mutants—likely deserters scattered by corporate patrol teams.