Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

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

At the Yangzhou No. 2 Engine Supply Office, Wang Xuebin and Han Zi'ang were bored by the truck, waiting to line up to add supplies.

A man who was about his early thirties, short and looked like a big pie on his face, came up and asked curiously.

Next to the truck, Wang Xuebin, who was holding his chest with his hands in his arms, opened his eyes slightly, looked at the man, then turned his head and ignored him at all.

Han Zi'ang, who was about to smile and socialize for a few words, noticed Wang Xuebin's movements, and his smile slowly calmed down and closed his mouth.

He knew in his heart that his captain's vision was much sharper than his own. The captain's behavior obviously showed something strange and he was too lazy to pay attention to it.

In the past twenty-five years, such things have happened countless times. As a team member who has been following the captain, there is still a tacit understanding.

"...Hey, man, there's nothing else, I'm just having fun, just chatting! We are from South Korea's No. 4 engine. We're here for the first time. I want to find you two to find out the situation..."

South Korea?

Hearing this place name, Han Zi'ang twitched, turned his head, and suddenly lost the desire to deal with him.

Even if Han Zi'ang himself is not a person who likes to shoot maps, he has to sincerely gesture a middle finger to the map.

There is no way, the people in that place are so weird...

Han Zi'ang closed his eyes and recalled his disgusting experience before. Suddenly he heard a sound of a car. He turned his head and saw that something even more disgusting happened in front of him.

It turned out that the car that was Bangzi drove away while the car was in front of them. They didn't pay attention and drove directly into front of them.

And this big pie face who came forward to chat with him was just to make it impossible for them to get on the bus...

“…I fucking…”

Seeing this scene, Han Zi'ang was instantly exploded.

When did he, a special driver who drove an armored vehicle, suffer such grievances?

He has always been the only one who fucks others. When will anyone dare to fuck him?

Isn’t this the fucking tiger falls into Pingyang and be bullied by dogs?

“…Hey, what are you doing!!!”

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

In front of the vehicle, he was hurriedly connecting the supply gun into the supply box. When he turned his head, he immediately stepped forward and stopped Han Zi'ang, spoke and gestured, and spit out a bunch of language that he couldn't understand.

In an instant, Han Zi'ang became even more popular!

"Stop pretending! I know you can speak Chinese, so hurry up and drive away. If you hear it, otherwise, you won't think about leaving today!!"

As if he understood Han Zi'ang's words, the two of them looked at each other, showed a ridiculous smile, patted Han Zi'ang's shoulder, and whispered:

"...Old guy, what did you say? I don't understand! Simida~"

In front of the Bangzi, Han Ziang, whose face was so angry that he was red, had a sharp look in his eyes, and he raised his hand and wanted to punch him.

As the saying goes, boxing is afraid of being strong. Han Zi'ang, who is nearly fifty years old, cannot compare with the two young men in his physical condition. Before he could lift his fists, the two young men hit Han Zi'ang's fists.

"...You old guy dares to take action...Xiba..."

‘Bang!Bang!’

With two muffled sounds, the fist of the kid was strangled tightly in the air by a pair of iron fists.

At some point, Wang Xuebin, who was standing behind Han Zi'ang, had already stood in front of him.

“…Assi…”

"... Put your mouth cleanly, I can understand Korean!"

A pair of eyes glanced at the two of them and forced their two weak fists back.

“…Old Han, get in the car…”

Behind him, seeing Wang Xuebin looking calm, Han Ziang pursed his lips indignantly and wanted to say something, but before he could say it, he was interrupted by Wang Xuebin in front of him again.

“…I said get in the car!”

Hearing the unquestionable tone, Han Zi'ang, whose face was flushed, had to suppress his anger, glared hard and rubbed his wrists, glanced at the stick with smugness, turned his head and got into the car.

In front of the truck, Wang Xuebin looked deeply at the two sticks with contempt and smug smiles, communicating in Korean dialect, and turned back to the car.

In the truck, Han Zi'ang was sitting in the driver's seat and feeling sulky. He heard the familiar footsteps coming from behind him, and paused slightly, but still did not look back.

Behind him, Wang Xuebin didn't care either. He stepped into the passenger seat, carefully fastened his seat belt, slapped, leaned back, and said carelessly:

“…Driving, full throttle, hitting it!”

“…what…what?”

After hearing Wang Xuebin's understatement, Han Ziang, who was already full of anger, suddenly disappeared. He looked at the captain beside him in surprise, feeling a little disbelief...

"…I ran into it, didn't hear it clearly?"

“…No…Captain…”

Han Zi'ang, who had heard Wang Xuebin's words clearly, swallowed hard, looked at the stick in front of him, and then looked at Wang Xuebin with a firm expression beside him, and reminded him tentatively:

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

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin slowly turned his head and looked at Han Zi'ang up and down. Until he saw the other person fidgeting, he raised his eyebrows and asked:

“…What? Are you scared?”

“…No, I’m not afraid…I’m…”

"...It doesn't matter. I'll give you the opportunity. It's up to you if you hit me or not. Anyway, it's not me who is angry..."

In an instant, Han Zi'ang was silent. He looked at the rod facing the passenger seat again, pointed and talked about something with an exaggerated expression. He silently pressed the start button and released the handbrake...

"...Hehehe, haven't you seen it just now, that fat old man with shamelessness wants to join our team, no way?"

"... And that thin man was scared back by my look. At first I thought he was going to hit the battlefield!

I also said that if he dared to mess with the car, I would use the family-born Taekwondo to make him really disabled, but as a look scared him away..."

‘Cruff… rumble…’

In front of the truck, he was still standing there swaggeringly, boasting enthusiastically about the deeds of the two old Chinese men.

A roar sounded in my ears, and subconsciously hugged my head and rushed to the side. While I fell a dog to eat shit, I also saw the baby truck I used to eat was overturned to the ground...

Before the two big pie faces could celebrate their survival, they heard a roar of accelerator again.

Their poor truck was forcibly pushed down the towering planetary engine and fell into the flooded Grand Canal. A splash of water disappeared...

In the empty supply area, two pale pie faces, a pair of small eyes were opened hard, and they collapsed on the ground, not moving for a long time, as if they had become really disabled...