The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 554

Chapter 554 The Race to Garbage Planet

Chapter 554 The Race to Garbage Planet

Trevor set the glass back on the table with a soft thud.

“Then let’s see who moves faster.”

The First Military reacted just as quickly.

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Less than two hours after Trevor gave the order, a six–man oversight team had already gathered at the military headquarters landing pad.

They boarded a light military shuttle. It was faster than the transport aircraft carrying the Fifth Military’s evaluation team and was expected to arrive at Planet A001 nearly half a day earlier.

The moment the shuttle took off, the intelligence systems of the Second and Third Military almost immediately picked up signals of the operation.

When an intelligence analyst from the Second Military saw that both the First and Fifth Military had dispatched personnel to the same planet at nearly the same time, he instantly flagged it as a medium–priority matter and reported it to the deputy chief of staff on duty.

The deputy chief of staff thought for a moment before giving a short order. “Send an observer to take a look. No involvement. Just record everything.”

The Third Military reacted almost the same way.

But besides monitoring the movements of the First and Fifth Military, they had another reason. They were one of Tycoon Farm’s business partners.

Tycoon Farm’s products were extremely popular among military personnel.

Because of that, they had no intention of interfering in the conflict between the First and Fifth Military. Still, if Tycoon Farm got dragged into trouble, and helping them wouldn’t harm the Third Military’s own interests, they would step in.

The Fourth Military received the news last.

Not because their intelligence network was weak, but because the senior leadership was stuck in a long budget meeting. At first, the duty officer marked the report as routine information and didn’t immediately pass it upward.

By the time the meeting ended and the chief of staff saw the message on his terminal, people from the First, Second, and Third Military were already on their way.

The chief of staff rubbed his temples and sighed. “They all went? Then we can’t leave out someone immediately. No mission assignment. Just see what they’re up to.”

And so, in less than 30 hours, five different groups from different military branches left Centria one after another. Each group carried its own purpose. They traveled along different routes, all heading toward Planet A001

The Fifth Military’s evaluation team had the clearest goal.

They were going there to find problems.

The team leader was a lieutenant colonel named Evander Madsen, a man in his early 40s known for handling missions cleanly and

Chapter 554 The Race to Garbage Planet

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teaving no louse ends.

Each of the five members under him had a different specialty

One handled biological safety inspections. One focused on environmental risk assessment. Une specialized in structural safety checks. One reviewed documents and certifications. The last member carried a complete set of portable testing equipment and was responsible for on–site sampling and analysis.

Before departure, Evander had a short call with Nicolas. No one knew what they discussed, but the team members noticed something after the call ended.

Evander looked calmer than before. Not relaxed. Focused. Like a man who had already locked onto his target.

A major named Rafferty Salazar led the First Military’s oversight team.

Despite his youth, he maintained a clean and impressive record. He was known for being steady and detail–oriented.

Rafferty wasn’t very talkative, but the recording equipment he carried was the military’s newest evidence collection system.

It could continuously record 40 hours of high–definition footage. All data was uploaded in real time to the First Military’s independent servers. Impossible to alter. Impossible to delete. Impossible to edit afterward.

The observer sent by the Second Military was a tall, skinny young second lieutenant named Ronald Stige. He looked more like a recent academy graduate than a military officer.

But strapped to his back was a data collection terminal even larger than everyone else’s equipment. His mission was simple. Record everything happening on–site. Take no sides. Make no comments. Do not interfere. Just bring the raw data back to the Second Military for analysis.

The Third Military’s representative was more unusual.

They sent a middle–aged logistics director with the rank of colonel. Hudson Acrum wasn’t there to evaluate anything.

He wasn’t there to supervise anyone.

And he wasn’t there to observe. He came with a personal question.

Had those Cluckoo Chickens really been successfully farmed?

If not, then Tycoon Farm’s fake technology had reached an unbelievable level.

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