Ains West Gate
The desolate cold wind carried a hint of dampness, blowing through the open city gate into the wide Jar City.
The continuous drizzle fell on the long line of trucks waiting quietly outside the security checkpoint, making a crackling sound.
The shining headlights formed a long road of brilliance under the dim clouds, one after another.
The sharp honking from the back to the front mixed with the sound of rain, ticking and dripping, but gradually weakened as it approached the city gate.
The continuous lights finally reached the security checkpoint before the city gate, shining on the floating warplane parked there.
"Federal Bureau of Investigation officer?"
The silver single-person exoskeleton armor lit up with blinking light strips, and the soldier wrapped in armor picked up the tablet in his hand, looked up, and gazed at the open cockpit of the warplane and the two figures inside.
