The sun rose, and the morning mist flowed through the ruins of the steel jungle.
The branches of the mutant banyan tree pierced through the wreckage of the wings, dozens of stories high, like countless blood vessels pulsing between the iron-gray bones.
As he walked over the dust-covered ground, Chen Jian heard a hollow echo beneath his feet.
This steel giant, entwined by the banyan roots for three centuries, still emitted a dying groan.
"Radiation level 207."
The Geiger counter in Lei Jie's hand lit up red. He looked towards the jagged tear in the fuselage, resembling a hideous scar, and continued to speak:
"The radiation source is this thing's engine."
"Quad-engine design, just like the TU-119."
"But evidently, the engine structure of this aircraft is brand new—quite strange; if there was a fire when it made an emergency landing, why don't we see any clear burn marks here?"
"The burning engines have already been discarded."
