In the wilderness, the sky was gray and stained with a strange blood color by the sunset. A broken plane was dragging black smoke in the sky, tilting and losing balance, like a beast with broken wings, struggling to fall to the ground. Thick black smoke drew a long trail in the sky, tearing through the clouds, and flames shone from the damaged fuselage, like the roar of a beast before death.
Suddenly, a huge wing suddenly opened between the broken glass of the cockpit, and black feathers spread against the storm, and a huge bird rushed out of the cabin. Its body twisted in mid-air, its wings folded, and glided smoothly with the wind. The raven-like figure passed through the flames and smoke, bypassed the falling body, hovered in the sky for a while, and finally landed on a rock in the distance.
It watched the plane fall below.
The heavy body cut through the sky and finally smashed a deep pit in the wilderness. At the moment of impact, the flames of the explosion engulfed everything, debris fell like raindrops, fuel gushed, and flames soared several meters high, reflecting the surrounding sand red. The air was filled with the smell of burnt metal, the twisted wreckage was wrapped in flames, the strong wind whistled, raising dust, rendering this desolate land even more dead.
The black raven on the rock tilted its head slightly, and the red light in its eyes reflected the dance of the flames. The next moment, it jumped off the rock, flapped its wings, raised a cloud of sand, and glided lightly towards the wreckage.
Its feathers shook off tiny black light fragments in the wind, and its body shape slowly changed, its bones twisted, its black feathers retracted, its legs extended, its wings folded, and turned into a blurred shadow. The moment it landed, the black fog dissipated, and Wang Yanfei's figure stood between the flames and the wreckage. The card in his palm slowly dissipated, turned into dots of fluorescence, and merged into the air.
Wang Yanfei stood in the wasteland illuminated by the fire, quietly watching the wreckage of the plane burning, looking forward to a certain result. The flames devoured everything, black smoke rose, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burnt and broken metal. The explosion of the plane disintegrating had not yet completely dissipated, and the occasional crisp sound of metal collapse came to my ears, like the echo of death.
In the broken cabin, a thick arm suddenly stretched out, and then the muscles swelled, the cracked skin healed quickly, and the charred part peeled off, revealing new flesh and blood. Dr. Lin slowly climbed out of the ruins, and the wounds on his body recovered at an unnatural speed, and even the broken bones were repaired in a short time. His hair grew again, and his eyes adjusted to the light and raised his head and looked around.
Wang Yanfei sighed, his expectations were dashed, he walked over, grabbed Dr. Lin's arm, and pulled him out of the wreckage. Dr. Lin was naked, and there were still some scars on his chest that were not completely closed, but the speed of repair did not stop. He shook his head, found a rock nearby to sit down, and swung his tail behind him casually.
Wang Yanfei stood in front of him, with a mocking tone: "Didn't you say there would be no problems? This technology is not very good."
Dr. Lin raised his hand, looked at his fingers that had recovered, moved his wrist casually, and then sneered: "Considering the landing speed and structural pressure of the aircraft, I can climb out of it intact, which is a miracle that breaks through the limitations of the old era technology."
He said it as a matter of course, with a tone of pure confidence: "The material of this aircraft is a composite alloy mixed with carbon fiber. In theory, it can resist a certain external force impact, but its frame stability depends on the overall structure, not individual components. After the engine is damaged, the fluid dynamics are unbalanced, resulting in turbulent airflow, The outer shell was unevenly stressed, which accelerated its disintegration. When you escaped, the tail had broken, the support points inside the fuselage collapsed, and the glass in the cockpit shattered due to pressure overload. You should be able to guess what the survival rate is in this case. "
He stretched his body, swept his tail lightly on the ground, and continued: "In fact, according to theoretical calculations, the probability of survival is 0.07%, but I survived. What does this mean? It means that when I designed the impact-resistant modification, the data was more reliable than the aircraft's protection system. If you still want to mock, you should criticize the engineer who designed this aircraft. "
After listening, Wang Yanfei didn't say anything else, just glanced at him, with no expression. In a sense, Dr. Lin's body is no different from those composite alloys, and even has better recovery ability. Falling into the burning cabin, ordinary people would have turned into charcoal long ago, but he still stood here intact and could find a place to sit down and explain professional knowledge.
"Okay, okay, I know you're awesome."
Wang Yanfei muttered under his breath, "A pile of scrap metal held together with glue, and you're calling it composite alloy mixed with carbon fiber."
Dr. Lin seemed to hear but didn't bother to argue. Instead, he scanned the wreckage and picked up a large, intact sheet of metal. With ease, he bent it into several pieces, fashioning a crude but functional makeshift outfit. He flexed his shoulders, ensuring the plates wouldn't restrict movement, then nodded in satisfaction.
Wang Yanfei frowned. "Couldn't you just find some fabric?"
"Metal is more durable. It stops bullets." Dr. Lin's tone was indifferent as he flicked off some dust from his shoulder with his tail.
Wang Yanfei had no words for that and instead surveyed their surroundings. After confirming the absence of any other lifeforms, he asked, "Where exactly are we?"
Dr. Lin glanced up at the sky, pondering for a moment before saying, "We should be somewhere in the Western Continent. Coordinates approximately—"
"Cut the technical crap. Just name the place," Wang Yanfei interrupted.
Dr. Lin shrugged, pointing toward the endless desert. "The wasteland."
Wang Yanfei rolled his eyes. "No shit?"
"That's as simple as the answer gets," Dr. Lin replied, unfazed. "We're in the wasteland of the Western Continent, at least two hundred kilometers from the nearest known city. The terrain is flat, and there are no visible signs of human activity, meaning this place isn't under any organization's control. In other words, we're in one of the 'Black Water' zones."
After a brief pause, he added, "If we're unlucky, we might encounter abandoned AI combat units or mutated creatures."
Wang Yanfei swept his gaze across the barren horizon. The land was lifeless, covered in sand with no trace of vegetation. Even the sky lacked birds—only the smoldering wreckage crackled in the wind.
"So, in other words, we have a long way to go?" He frowned.
"A very long way." Dr. Lin nodded, then casually tore off another piece of metal, checking its thickness before tossing it aside. "But if you're willing to draw a card, you might just pull out an unexpected mode of transportation."
Wang Yanfei's mouth twitched. He turned and glared at him. "Last time I drew a 'Screaming Doll,' and you punched it to pieces. You really want me to try again?"
"Scientific progress is built on constant experimentation." Dr. Lin met his gaze with an unwavering calm. "Besides, your luck can't always be that bad."
Ignoring him, Wang Yanfei narrowed his eyes at the horizon, contemplating for a few seconds before asking, "Is there anything special in this wasteland?"
Dr. Lin leaned against a metal sheet, his tail tapping lightly against the ground as he replied in an even tone, "In the wasteland, aside from madmen, there's everything."