Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

However, when such a scene really comes to reality, what people can feel is definitely not romance, but panic.

The severe temperature difference between day and night tortured the fragile nerves of human beings, and crops could no longer be grown naturally, and all supplies depended on the underground cities in various regions.

Earthquakes, tsunamis, typhoons, floods, and all kinds of extreme weather continue one after another. People are like a flat boat on the rough sea. There is no way to deal with it except praying for the blessing of the gods.

"...Old Han, it's time to go!"

'Kach~ boom! '

The wild thunder was flaunting recklessly, frightening the people walking in the open air, and they all slowed down their pace, as if they were afraid of attracting the attention of the god of thunder.

"……I'm coming!"

Capital No. [-] Underground City, Wang Xuebin and Han Ziang had already moved in a few months ago. The two limited rooms, which were larger than the sleeper compartment of the train, reminded Han Ziang of some bad memories.

In the garage outside the planetary engine, Wang Xuebin was sitting on the co-pilot's seat of a huge truck with his legs crossed, holding a personal terminal in his hand.

At this time, Wang Xuebin had an untrimmed beard, gray temples, and slightly cloudy eyes, but he couldn't conceal the sharpness in them at all.

His figure was still thin, but his weathered face revealed a wild aura, which made people feel that this person was not easy to mess with.

'Chi~~'

The hydraulic lever was activated, and the door slowly opened. Suddenly, the wind and rain rolled up with a figure.

"...cough cough cough cough... Captain Wang... good morning..."

Looking at the embarrassed Han Ziang, Wang Xuebin shook his head slightly, took a towel from the side, and threw it over.

"...it's getting late, if it's later, I'm afraid that the flood will block the road and delay time, this little broken truck doesn't have the function of water navigation!

correct!We're going to six places this time, and we're sure we won't be able to come back today. Have you made arrangements for the household registration? "

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Han Ziang, who looked ten years older than Wang Xuebin, forced a smile, nodded and said:

"...The kindergarten in the dungeon has already opened. I have sent my household registration to the kindergarten. I am in charge of food and housing. I only need [-] resource points a day, which is not bad..."

"...Okay, don't count the resource points. I still have more than a hundred thousand resource points here. I haven't used them much. Then I will transfer them to you, which is definitely enough!"

"...All right, Duoduo's expenses were a bit high before, and I'm really in short supply, so I won't be polite..."

On the side, Han Ziang folded the towels neatly and put them on the clothesline tied by the two of them. When he came to the driver's seat, Han Ziang, who inserted his ID card into the verification port, gave a slight pause and did not refuse.

The friendship between the two of them for more than 20 years has long since no longer needed the politeness and resource points, even if it is life, it is just a matter of words.

"...You are being polite, that's enough, stop talking so much nonsense!

A total of [-] tons of cargo has to be driven from the capital to Shanghai, and the five transfer stations have almost been transferred all over China. For old bones like us, the task is not easy! "

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Han Ziang shook his head and smiled, without saying anything, clicked on the task navigation, moved his wrist, gently stroked the light and smart steering ball, raised his eyebrows and said:

"...Hey, the old bone is talking about you, but I'm still a middle-aged man in his 40s. It's not like I haven't run a thousand kilometers. What a joke!"

The co-pilot raised his eyebrows and glanced at Han Ziang, and Wang Xuebin shook his head and laughed.

"...Okay, Old Han? Don't be too soft-spoken! Remember what you said, don't let me relay!"

"Huh? Relay? You?"

Han Ziang gave a smirk, pressed the start button, stepped on the gas pedal, and skillfully steered the ball. With a wild burnt tire, he rushed out of the carport, startling the people around him.

"...What?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

In the car, the two looked at each other, and laughed happily, just like they were back then, with high spirits...

"...Senior driver——Han Ziang, Beijing Third District Traffic Committee reminds you that there are tens of thousands of roads, and safety is the first. Driving is not standardized, and relatives are crying..."

Chapter 747 Crash!

"...Hey buddy, how old are you two? Still driving a truck?"

At the Yangzhou No. [-] engine supply office, Wang Xuebin and Han Ziang were standing beside the truck bored, waiting to line up to add supplies.

A man in his early thirties, short in stature, who looked as if a big pie had been spread on his face, leaned forward and asked curiously.

Beside the truck, Wang Xuebin, with his arms folded across his chest, opened his eyes slightly, took a look at the man, and then turned his head away, ignoring him at all.

On the side, Han Ziang, who just wanted to smile and socialize, noticed Wang Xuebin's movements, his smile slowly retracted, and he closed his mouth.

He knew in his heart that his captain's vision was much sharper than his own. The captain's demeanor obviously saw something strange and he just didn't bother to pay attention to it.

In the past 25 years, this kind of thing has happened countless times. As a team member who has been mixing with the captain, there is still some tacit understanding.

"...Hey, buddy, there is no other meaning, just chatting! We are from South Korea's No. [-] engine, and we are here for the first time. I want to ask the two of you to understand the situation..."

South Korea?

Hearing this place name, the corner of Han Ziang's mouth twitched, he turned his head away, and immediately lost the desire to deal with it.

Even if Han Ziang himself was not a map shooter, he had to sincerely point the map with a middle finger.

No way, the people there are really weird...

Han Ziang closed his eyes and recalled the disgusting experience before, when he suddenly heard the sound of a car, turned his head to look, only to find that something even more disgusting happened before his eyes.

It turned out that Bangzi's car took advantage of the car in front and drove away. The two of them didn't pay attention, and drove directly in front of them.

And this big pie face who came forward to strike up a conversation was purely to prevent the two of them from getting into the car in time...

"...I fucking..."

Seeing this scene, Han Ziang exploded instantly.

As a special driver of an armored vehicle, when did he experience such grievances?

He has always been the only one who gets in on others, when will someone else dare to get in on him?

Isn't this fucking bullied by dogs?

"...Hey, what are you doing!!!"

"A@#￥* The front wheel does not turn, the back wheel turns Smecta..."

In front of the vehicle, he was hurriedly connecting the supply gun to the stick in the supply box. He turned his head and stopped in front of Han Ziang, talking and gesticulating, babbling out a bunch of languages ​​he couldn't understand.

In an instant, Han Ziang became even more angry!

"Stop pretending to be a jerk! I know you can speak Chinese, so hurry up and drive the car away, if you hear me, otherwise, you don't want to leave today!!"

As if they understood Han Ziang's words, the two Bangzi brothers looked at each other with ridiculous smiles, patted Han Ziang's shoulder, and whispered:

"...Old guy, what are you talking about? I don't understand! Smecta~"

In front of Bangzi, Han Ziang, whose face was flushed with anger, had a sharp look in his eyes, and raised his hand to punch him.

The so-called boxing is afraid of the young, and Han Ziang, who is nearly fifty years old, cannot compare with the two young men in physical fitness. Before he raised his fist, the fists of the two boys hit Han Ziang in front of him.

"...You old guy, how dare you do anything...Xiba..."

'Boom!Boom! '

With two muffled bangs, Bangzi's fist was tightly strangled in the air by a pair of iron fists.

At some point, Wang Xuebin, who was standing behind Han Ziang, stood in front of him.

"...Axi..."

"... Keep your mouth clean, I can understand Korean!"

A pair of eyes glanced at the two of them faintly, and forcibly pressed back the two weak fists.

"...Old Han, get in the car..."

Behind him, seeing Wang Xuebin's calm expression, Han Ziang pursed his lips angrily, and wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted again by Wang Xuebin in front of him.

"...I said get in the car!"

Hearing the unquestionable tone, the flushed Han Ziang had no choice but to suppress his anger, glared at the two complacent sticks rubbing their wrists, turned his head and got into the car.

In front of the truck, Wang Xuebin took a deep look at the two sticks with contemptuous and smug smiles, who exchanged something in Korean, and turned back to the car.

In the truck, Han Ziang was sitting in the driver's seat sulking, when he heard familiar footsteps behind him, he paused slightly, but still didn't turn his head.

Behind him, Wang Xuebin didn't care. He stepped into the co-pilot's seat, fastened his seat belt carefully, leaned back, and said casually:

"...Driving, full throttle, hit it!"

"... what... what?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's understatement, Han Ziang, who was still full of anger, suddenly dissipated, and looked at the captain beside him in surprise, a little unbelievable...

"...I bumped into it, didn't you hear me clearly?"

"...not...captain..."

After hearing Wang Xuebin's words clearly, Han Ziang swallowed hard, looked at the stick in front of him showing off his might, and then at Wang Xuebin with a firm expression beside him, and tentatively reminded:

"...We are no longer a special rescue team...It is an ordinary transport team...There is no emergency immunity...Do you think we... calm down?"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin turned his head slowly, looked Han Ziang up and down, and raised his eyebrows until he was fidgeting.

"...What? Are you scared?"

"...No, I'm not afraid...I'm..."

"...It's okay, I've given you a chance, it's up to you whether you hit it or not, anyway, I'm not the one who gets angry..."

For a moment, Han Ziang fell silent. He looked at the co-pilot again, gesticulating, discussing something with an exaggerated expression, silently pressed the start button, and released the handbrake...

"... Hehehe, did you see that fat old man with no skin and no face, he still wants to join our team, no way?"

"...and that skinny guy, who was scared away by my look, at first I thought he was going to touch porcelain!

I also said that if he dared to touch porcelain, I would use my family's Taekwondo to make him really disabled, but I scared him away with just one look..."

'Crunch... boom...'

In front of the truck, they still stood there swaggeringly, happily boasting about the deeds of the two old Chinese men.

There was a roar in my ears, and I subconsciously threw my head to the side. After falling a dog and eating shit, I also saw the baby truck I used to eat was knocked to the ground...

Before the two pie faces had time to celebrate the rest of their lives, they heard a roar of the accelerator again.

Their poor truck was forcibly pushed off the majestic planetary engine and fell into the flooded Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal. A splash of water disappeared...

In the empty supply place, with two pale faces and a pair of small eyes trying to open, limp on the ground, not moving for a long time, seems to have become a real disability...

Chapter 748 Disaster Resurgence (Two in One)

"...Like a seaweed~seaweed~seaweed~seaweed~flying with the waves..."

"...Mom... this seaweed is not easy to shake... It's been over twenty years, and I'm not afraid to show my waist..."

The familiar voice echoed in the narrow and cramped detention room. Wang Xuebin couldn't help knocking on the wall on a small bed for only one person to lie on his side.

"...Old Han, Old Han, can you change it, even if you change the lyrics?"

Finally, Wang Xuebin, who was so tormented by the sound that he couldn't stand it, turned over and sat up, came to the fence partition, stuck to the gap, and yelled loudly at Han Ziang who was next door.

"...We can't use the word "seaweed" to harm us..."

In the confinement room next door, Han Ziang, who was twisting and twisting with the singing, couldn't help but pause when he heard the shout, then curled his lips, swiped his thumb, changed a video, and continued twisting.

"...Let's meow together, meow meow meow together, act coquettishly in front of you, ouch, meow meow meow..."

"...Er Di Niang..."

The seaweed was gone, and a more familiar meow meow sounded. Hearing this sound, Wang Xuebin completely collapsed, and the whole person collapsed on the bed, twitching, unwilling to move for a long time

In the monitoring room outside the detention center, a middle-aged man with a strong figure, gray hair, and a rough and tough face looked at everything in the monitoring room with a complicated smile on his face.

"...Oh, I met here... Damn, it's really small..."

Just at this moment, a somewhat plump policeman opened the door and trotted in. When he saw his leader, he quickly sucked his corrupt belly and tried to stand up straight.

He heard gossip that his chief leader was a soldier, and he had a special preference for police officers who were also soldiers. He has been in this police station for ten years, so naturally he has no further ideas...

"... Hello, Chief!"

Following the example in the book, he saluted awkwardly, raised his voice, and yelled.

Hearing the subordinate's shout, the middle-aged man glanced sideways, but then turned his head carelessly, showing no intention of getting close.

"How are things going?"

Hearing the chief's question, the sheriff, who had just been disappointed because he failed to attract the chief's attention, immediately regained his spirits, stood up quickly, and reported loudly: