Chapter 152: Volume 3 - 44 Christina
[Apollo] at the space dock outside Mezrich completed transactions with dozens of small shuttles that came to trade, slowly started the engine and high-temperature protection panels, slid into Mezrich’s atmosphere, passed the space control department of the Gazalin Empire’s inspection, and finally landed at a small airport 120 kilometers from the capital, Tanville. After finally confirming the contact method with Ivan and Audrey, Tian Xingjian drove the truck that [Logic] transformed into, pulling [Hurricane] out of the transport ship.
After a series of complex identity checks, with a wave of a Gazalin Empire Captain’s impatient hand, Fatty quickly left the airport, following guidance to head towards Tanville.
Mezrich is the largest, most beautiful, and resource-rich Immigration Planet of the Gazalin Empire, controlling 23 surrounding Resource Planets and is the most important agro-industrial center of Gazalin. After thousands of years of immigration and hundreds of years of development by the Morton family, this planet’s population has reached 1.6 billion. The small towns and farms, rarely seen on other Immigration Planets, are everywhere here, showcasing a pastoral scenery reminiscent of Ancient Earth.
Moreover, the capital Tanville, along with 66 large cities and 7 mega cities scattered across the globe, concentrate over 80% of Gazalin Empire’s wealth. Besides industry, commerce, and other industries are extremely developed. Almost all wealthy individuals reside in the capital Tanville. In the eyes of the Gazalin Empire people, the best way to squeeze into the upper class with wealth is to live among the aristocrats, and Tanville is undoubtedly the place with the highest concentration of Vibo aristocrats.
Yet in these small towns and farms, the vast majority are of medium or low ethnicities. Their daily life consists of working diligently in small town factories or farms, while the revelry in the nearby mega cities seems as distant as the Horizon. Their income does not allow them to consume, and the harsh class distinctions in these cities further bar them from integrating. They are like a poor, blind, mute, and crippled child, sitting lonely at the side, listening to the joyous laughter of the healthy and wealthy children playing nearby.
On the heavy truck’s expressway, Fatty drove steadily towards the skyscraper-laden, highway-encircled Tanville at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour. His mind was filled with images of countless Federation Battleships dancing above this vast city, Mechas, and fully mechanized Infantry advancing into Tanville in a rain of gunfire. As for himself, he would be the vanguard of these forces, with the Freedom Front stirring up this currently war-tarnished city.
[Logic] increased its speed, roaring into Tanville.
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