Strangely enough, a new order has been received from the Country of the Superpower for researchers from Stan. Easy Money. It's funny, but the main problem was getting to this bizarre country. On the spot, it was not difficult for him to find the proposed landing site for the module from Stan. Now all he has to do is wait. The waiting is tiring, and the only thing homey is that he cannot give himself away and destroy the local flora, just for the sake of entertainment. It took about several hours before the research module appeared. He didn't even hide it. With a slow step, the White Fox walked towards the people exiting the aircraft. He points his hand down the short ramp. Minus one. The stations realized what was happening and tried to return to the module. Finger movement. The wing and the part adjacent to it shatter into iron fragments. A blue flash bursts out from under the rubble, but the White Fox easily dodges the fire blindly.

Run, run, rats. Not one will be saved.

He comments with a slight smile on his lips. Having entered the wreckage of the spaceship, he finishes off the captain with a movement of his fingers, who, in a fit of stupid valor, tried to sew up the remains of the research group. Hearing sighs under the rubble, he notices another dead body and movement next to it.

Just four? How strange. He says, pointing his finger at the debris with the already concentrated ball of chi.