The Saints did encounter trouble. Although Brian was an experienced driver, he could not guarantee that he would not have problems driving in such an environment. When they turned, the rear tire on the driver's side blew out.
In order to keep the entire armored bus stable in a big storm environment, the entire structure has been weighted. In addition, they also brought a large amount of diesel as ballast. It can be said that the load-bearing pressure of the tires has always been very high.
To relieve this pressure, they added additional load-bearing wheels in the middle of the body.
But even so, turning was still a risky test for this classic car, and this time they were not lucky.
The good news is that although the car was temporarily stuck in the sand, their lives were not in danger. The car body shell, which has been tested several times, can withstand the current wind force, and there are enough supplies for them to eat for two weeks in the car.
The bad news is that they are encountering a sudden regional strong storm. The wind level has risen to level 19 in a short period of time. The entire car is crumbling in the storm, and every part and every screw is damaged.
He was wailing, as if he would be torn apart in the next second.
Brian is changing the spare protective clothing into a model that Constantine Valley can wear. It is more like an insulating suit than a protective suit.
Compared with the relatively "warm" environment of Night City, the vast space near the Davis Mountain Shelter can hardly contain any temperature due to the lack of any shelter. The temperature here is below zero all year round, and this temperature will increase as the sky darkens.
And it is further reduced.
"What's the wind level outside right now?" The saint asked Panan as he looked at the glass that was gradually condensing with window grilles.
"About 57 meters! Seventeen-level wind!" Panan stared at the small anemometer nervously, his eyes full of nervousness, because when humans designed the anemometer, the limit value of this thing was 2 meters per second, which exceeded
This value is considered a super storm.
The small Davis Mountain Shelter does not have such a professional production line, so they can only use these creations of the old era to measure the storms of the new era.
The saint smashed the car door, but there was nothing he could do.
According to the weather forecast sent by Shelter Zero, there shouldn't have been such strong winds here in recent days, but no one can explain the small changes in local areas during the big storm.
The Saints now only hope that this is a local strong wind and will pass quickly, but the fact is that they have been trapped here for three hours and the wind has not weakened.
"It looks like we have to spend the night outside tonight." Sol said excitedly. He was the most excited one in the car. He is in his twenties and is the age where he is not afraid of anything and everything. Compared to him, he is still a little immature.
Panam, Sol has become a real man.
He has never forgotten the nights before the Apocalypse when he gathered around the campfire and looked up at the stars, nor has he forgotten the joy of riding a children's motorcycle in the wilderness.
Thor waited in the shelter for thirteen years before he finally had the chance to spend the night on the surface again. It was just a big storm that could not scare him.
"Can I see the starry sky!" Gu Ren was tightly bound to the seat by the protective suit Brian changed, and he still dishonestly walked back and forth: "I want to sit in Uncle Sol's seat!"
"Brother! Brother Sol!" Sol was directly off guard by the word "uncle", and asked angrily: "Why do you call me sister Panan, and you call me uncle?"
"You have a beard, and you still say you are your brother?" Constantine Guren rolled his eyes: "And you are almost thirty, and you look older than my mother."
"I will tell this to Ms. Miwako!" Sol shouted, regaining his composure.
But gags couldn't solve their predicament. Saint and Brian began to use an electric stove to heat quick-heat food. Since Shinobu Tan was around, they planned to cook it for a while.
"I learned in science class that according to the normal laws of nature, big storms should not exist at all. The reason why the surface of the earth is like this is because there is a superhuman being maintaining the big storm behind the scenes, right?" Gu Ren was a little curious.
asked, looking at the saint with shining eyes, his goal was clear.
Obviously, this brat knew about Tang Ji, and also knew that the Saint was Tang Ji's friend, so he wanted to open a breakthrough from the Saint.
He also asked his parents the same thing, but they were all evasive about Tang Ji and refused to explain clearly. It was too difficult for Uncle Iron Man to communicate now. Gu Ren didn't want to talk to the current Uncle Iron Man at all.
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"Yes, there is indeed a unique superhuman being who maintains the existence of the Great Storm." The saint leaned on his seat and changed into a comfortable position: "What else do you want to know?"
Constantine Guren is a unique child. The saint has always known this, but he still felt a little surprised when he saw him asking questions so seriously like a little adult.
"I want to know, is that uncle named Tang Ji doing this? Why is he doing this? If it is to ensure that players will not come back, isn't thirteen years enough?" Constan was encouraged.
Ding Guren hit a straight ball, leaving the Saint speechless.
On the one hand, he himself couldn't figure out why. On the other hand, the saint obviously didn't expect Gu Ren to ask questions in such an organized manner. He could only pray in a low voice to cover up his embarrassment.
But 'God' was very busy today, and the wind speed never dropped, so they could only make do with it in the car all night.
The first time on the surface, the first time to see the sun, the first time to see the night, and the first time to spend the night on the surface. There were so many firsts that Konstantin Guren was so excited that he could hardly sleep. When others
Everyone fell into a drowsy sleep, and only Saint was on duty at night. In addition to Sol's snoring, the only sound in his ears was the roar of the strong wind blowing through the fairing. He still tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
He wanted to know why. According to the information he got from his parents, Tang Ji, the wrathful one of the Seven Deadly Sins, can be called a saint. Although he is not the kind of superman with moral obsessiveness in the comics, he can definitely be called a saint.
Call a hero.
Why would such a person continue to torture the entire world with big storms? With such doubts, Konstantin Gu Ren finally fell asleep.
In his dream, he saw a bizarre world filled with legendary high-rise buildings. Neon lights almost as big as the sky were flashing with lights of various colors. Right in front of him, a lonely stroller was parked.
There, a fierce-looking baby was looking at him.
"Because my dad is a bad guy and I have to wipe his ass."