BXBX NOVEL Chapter 73: Problem
Chapter 73: Problem
After the 2 walked out more than a dozen steps, Dolga suddenly said,
“You can eat while walking. If we get to the place, you probably won’t have time to eat.”
Dolga’s voice was hoarse, but there was a rare gentleness in it.
After listening to Dolga’s words, Fang Linyan hurriedly opened the individual ration box in his hand and found that it was divided into four compartments. 3 of the compartments contained 3 khaki loaves, but there was a hole in the top of the bread. The bread was empty inside. This kind of bread is called Tesige locally, and it could be kept for more than a month without being spoiled, and the other compartment contained meat strips similar to beef jerky.
Seeing Fang Linyan looking confused at the food in his hand, Dolga looked around. He came to a wild cactus next to him, took out the saber in his hand and cut off the sprouts on it. He cut off the top, sliced it into light green strips, put them on top of the Tesige, filled the Tesige with jerkies and handed it to Fang Linyan.
Fang Linyan took a bite with a dubious mood. He found that although Tesige was dry and hard, it had the crunchiness of a biscuit. After chewing a few more times, there was a slight after taste of sweetness and wheat. Then, he tasted the juiciness of the tender cactus and the slight bitterness. At last, the taste of the jerkies blent in, making it exceptionally delicious.
He only ate 2 of this kind of Tesige bread and felt a little full, then Dolga handed over a military water bottle. He gurgled up half of the water in it, and he immediately hiccuped twice.
After the 2 walked out for about 1 kilometer, they saw a gate with soldiers in front. There were no signs around the gate, and the surrounding walls were towering. Only the steel fist flags flying beside it showed the particularity of this place.
After reaching the gate, Dolga obviously knew the sentry at the gate. After chatting with this person for a few words, he directly waved to Fang Linyan to let him pass. The 2 did not go through the gate, but entered from the back door of the nearby duty room.
When Fang Linyan walked in, he smelled a familiar smell of engine oil. In front of him was a very wide parking lot, almost the size of a football field, with a lot of vehicles parked inside.
On both sides of the parking lot was a long row of large workshops that looked like a repair shop. There were 8 armored vehicles that were dismantled. Many people were busy around them. Fang Linyan didn’t even know some of this vehicle. Judging from the appearance, they resembled self-propelled artillery and missile launcher.
Dolga cautiously led Fang Linyan away from the parking lot, and he warned him in low voice,
“Boy, if you don’t want to get into trouble, then lower your damn head, look at the ground, and walk faster. Don’t blame me for not warning you. The last guy looking around here ended up with a bullet in his head and got dragged out.”
Hearing Dolga’s words, Fang Linyan immediately lowered his head, then he followed him around into the trail behind. At the end of the trail, there was an iron gate. There was an old man with sharp eyes and hook nose. When he just saw Dolga, he laughed loudly,
“Dolga, you bastard finally lose this time. Don’t forget our bet, 4 cans of canned salmon, and it must be produced in the Lake Workshop! I have to admit that the jeep of your team was once a great guy, but it is done this time. Being scrapped is its only way.”
Dolga snorted coldly,
“Old Shaq, your insight has never been accurate.”
The old man smiled until his eyes squinted,
“Yes, my insight is not accurate, but Hans’ insight is very accurate. He has been sitting there for 40 minutes with a crying face!”
Hearing this, Dolga’s face changed. He walked quickly into the iron gate guarded by the old man. Fang Linyan followed him and found that the venue was also very spacious, but the guards were very relaxed. Although there were a lot of vehicles here, most of them had rusted and deformed. This should be a scrapyard. The vehicles here were considered to be scrapped, so they of course wouldn’t put much attention to it.
Soon, Dolga found Hans in an open space in the scrapyard. He was sitting down on a rock next to him. The jeep parked next to him. Its appearance had been restored— To be precise, the components of the distorted roof cover had been replaced, but obviously, the problem lay in the interior of the vehicle.
After seeing Dolga, Hans walked over with a frustrated face and said in pain,
“Dolga, damn it, why did I drink last night? Never mind if I drank, why don’t I sleep in the car! I gave that damn Carles a chance, OH NO… you know what my feeling is right now? It is like watching my first love being dragged into the forest by several big guys while it was still shouting in despair. Even his sexy moustache has been deformed!”
Dolga frowned,
“In trouble?”
Hans sighed and said in pain,
“Yes, very big trouble, the only thing we can do now is to wait.”
Dolga said,
“Waiting for?”
Hans said with a sad face,
“Waiting for a new scrapped vehicle to come in, then we have to pray that the parts I need can be removed from the scrapped car…”
Hearing what Hans said, Dolga was speechless. He knew the current condition very well. It would be rare for a car to be sent into this scrapyard for at least 10 days, let alone removing the suitable parts from it. If this was the case, let alone fixing the car before 9 pm, the repair would even take up 1 to 2 months.
When the 2 were talking, they suddenly heard a loud noise next to them. Hans hurriedly turned his head, just in time to see Fang Linyan remove the engine hood and threw it aside. Seeing this scene, Hans was so heartbroken that he suddenly yelled,
“Hey! What are you doing?”
Fang Linyan didn’t answer at this time. He looked at the situation in the engine compartment, then he went to the bottom of the car again. Hans walked over angrily to stop all of this, but he didn’t expect Fang Linyan, who lay under the car, said,
“Give me a screwdriver. Although this car is seriously damaged, I think it can be rescued. At least, it will be fine for the mission at 9 pm.”
“What are you talking about?” Hans could hardly believe his ears. “How can that be!”
Fang Linyan squinted at the bottom of the car and said without looking back,
“Mr. Hans, what you are confused about right now is the steering rod. I have also seen it. It suffered a terrible impact, and the power was even transmitted to the intake manifold next to it…”
Hans immediately said eagerly,
“Yes! Do you have a solution?”
Fang Linyan said calmly,
“No.”
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Hans roared:
“Then get the fuck out. Do you want to be as short as Juantu?”
Fang Linyan said in astonishment,
“Is he short?”
Hans said,
“There have been thousands of such comments; even the fake will became real!”
TL: ?Mr. Author is really good in this…