At 12 o'clock midnight, in the mountain ranges of Lapin maakunta in northern Finland.
Except for the manor five kilometers away and the highway a few kilometers out, there were no signs of human existence.
On this quiet night, a "meteor" crossed the night sky and landed in the frozen soil covered by pines.
There was a loud and deep bang.
The snow on the ground splattered and turned into mist under the high-temperature airflow.
When the mist mixed with snow dissipated, a prismatic-shaped airdrop cabin appeared. With the sound of air leaking out, the door gradually opened. A figure stumbled out from inside and scared away a little fox peeking its head out at the foreign object.
"Damn, this stuff is really not meant for humans."
Holding the pine tree trunk next to him, Jiang Chen gagged, and then wiped his mouth with his arm.
