The last thing Ai Xi remembered was the harsh sound of metal tearing when the container crane arm broke.
He was standing in front of the monitoring screen of the port dispatch center, his fingertips still hanging on the keyboard, watching container number 073 being lifted off the freighter. It was a batch of precision instruments shipped from Germany. The owner of the goods was pressing hard. He personally watched the loading and unloading for three days, fearing that something might go wrong. It was scary for what it was - the hydraulic rod of the boom seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand and bent at a strange angle. Then, the entire steel arm broke from the root and hit the dock with a twenty-ton container.
In the deafening loud noise, he seemed to hear his own shouting, but it seemed that he didn't.
