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Chapter 73 Broken Car

The dawn light shines on the city. I didn't notice it last night, but when I took a look today, I suddenly realized that this city is so dilapidated.

As he watched this ancient city helplessly, and the mysterious veil gradually opened in front of him, Dongchen felt inexplicably lost.

"Hey guys, come with me. His great Highness will let you know what professionalism is."

The long balloons fluttered in the wind, and Bergbird fully demonstrated his professional ethics, a profession that Dongchen had long forgotten.

Although this guy always calls himself a scientist, to put it bluntly, he is just a rag collector. Of course, Bergobold will never admit this, just like an archaeologist will never admit that he is a tomb robber or a city administrator.

I will never admit that I was robbed.

We are legal, this is the common slogan of archaeologists and city administrators, and what Bergobold is doing now is similar to them.

"Come on, brothers, use your big sticks to smash this place open. Believe me, there will be good things here."

Standing in front of an alloy door, Bergobald waved his hand with gleaming eyes, and Christina discovered the color of the gem from there.

There was a banging sound on the door. In fact, the door in ancient times was not as strong as imagined, especially when faced with a bunch of gold and steel.

The huge alloy rod seemed to be born for this purpose. Within a few moments, the door changed its shape. Vegeta bared his teeth and looked at it. He raised his hand to stop his companion from continuing to smash it down, and tilted his neck and let out a few groans.

With a crunching sound, he raised his hand and threw the alloy stick to his companions. Just when everyone was wondering what he wanted to do, this guy took action.

Campas!

Vegeta, who shouted racial slogans and took two steps back, jumped up with all his strength, aimed his two big feet at the middle of the door and kicked out.

Boom...bang! The loud dust and smoke filled the air, making the person cough. Dongchen held his breath and blew away the dust in front of him. He looked inside intently, and his pupils suddenly shrunk.

"How's it going? Guys, let's take a look, take a look..." He proudly walked inside with a straight step and patted the cars one after another. Bergbird's tail almost went up to the sky.

"Are they usable?" Avril looked at the strange-looking cars suspiciously.

A bright smile froze on his face. Bergbird looked back and forth at these antiques and shook his head in disappointment: "It should...not be used."

"Are you kidding me?" He grabbed Bergbird by the collar and lifted him into the air. Vegeta's eyes widened.

"Calm down, don't get angry, getting angry is not good for your health."

Gritting his teeth and pushing the bastard away, Vegeta kicked the useless old car in front of him far away, smashing several of them.

Bergobold was so angry that he dared not speak out and his whole body trembled with anger: "Damn God, please be gentle. If you take these back, they will all be money!"

"Can they sell it for money? Just this pile of junk!" Christina turned around in disbelief.

"Of course." He raised his head and gritted his teeth: "If these cars are shipped back, the crazy people in the inner city will definitely like them. They like these tunes."

"Do you still have contact with the inner city?"

"Ah...that?" Looking unnaturally at Dongchen's calm and restrained face, Bergobold looked up at the sky and scratched his head: "It's just a normal contact. Well? A normal contact, just occasional sales.

Antiques. Big shots? There are always some strange hobbies, I just follow what they like and what they like."

"I have something to ask you later." Looking at Bergbird deeply, Dongchen didn't want to dwell too much on this issue and turned to study these strange cars.

Don't ask why you can tell they are cars at a glance. Just look at the steering wheels that have remained unchanged for thousands of years. Everyone knows what they are. Although the appearance of these cars is indeed a bit weird.

There was no roof, no propellers, just some round wheels. Dongchen tried to kick the flat tires, which seemed to be made of steel: "You made us waste so much effort just to find these rubbish? Even if

They are really valuable as you said. However, if we can't transport them, they will still be in tatters."

"Didn't I not expect this? I thought they could still be used, but who knew they would end up like this, but if I practice repair, maybe I can still deal with them."

"Deal with it?"

"It can be used in the city. After all, this damn place is too big. It's difficult to walk all the way on just two legs. And there's no food, so we can't run around every day, right?"

Bergobold, who rarely showed his smart side, hurriedly told his plan. He had been looked down upon a lot recently, and his butt was rubbed and it still hadn't healed yet. Bergobold felt that he should make some contribution to the team.

"Vegeta, help him repair his car." Dongchen thought about it and made a decision, then turned his attention to Christina: "Be careful and take care of her. I'll go take a look around."

The patter of footsteps quickly faded away, and Dongchen stepped into darkness.

This is a large underground parking lot with a high ceiling and cars everywhere. Looking at these guys, Dongchen wonders why there aren't any on the road outside.

After going around in a circle with strange thoughts, Dongchen felt more and more weird.

"Hey! How is this guy doing?" Without finding the pumping equipment, Bergbird simply found a large truck, took off its steel rings and used it as a solid wheel, which made people admire his talent.

Looking at the weird half-truck in front of him carefully, Dongchen raised his hand and snorted: "How long can it be used?"

"this……"

"Gather all the accessories and let's hit the road."

The clanking sound, accompanied by Bergobald's distressed shout, lasted for a long time, and a bunch of broken half-trucks were pulled against the garage door and drove toward the city with a loud crunch.

There is no shock-absorbing equipment. Even if you are walking on a flat road, this old car will not stop making noise for a moment. What is even more terrible is the vibration.

The gold steels were all fighting with their teeth chattering. Except for Annie, who clapped her hands happily, everyone else wanted to drag the guy out of the cab and kill him.

"Can you make it more stable?"

"Gah...gah...you...what did you say?" Bergobold, who was shaking like crazy, looked at Dongchen tremblingly, lost control, and turned the front of the car and hit the roadside.

of fire hydrants.

Fierce water surged into the sky, the motorcycle fell sideways, and a bunch of people fell out.

"Asshole, what have you done?" Dongchen, who kicked the car door open at the critical moment and pulled out Bergbird, roared angrily.

"You... let go first."

Anger cannot solve the problem. No one wants to sit in the car that can make people's soul tremble after voting. The key question now is whether to move forward or go back.

"Where is the food you mentioned?" Dongchen suddenly thought of what Bergbird said last night.

"Don't be anxious, everyone." With the balloon on his head just shaken, Bergobold looked around and pointed to a building with a smile: "The food is over there."


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