C581 (1)

At the city's eastern high-speed rail station, Qin Mengli's voice crackled with concern over the radio. "Tang Bing, have you secured the meteorite yet?"

Tang Bing was cautiously making his way along the rail tracks. There was no danger of trains; the station was at a standstill, with no one to operate the high-speed rail and transport passengers.

"Hold off on talking to me," Tang Bing whispered