pjbooks Chapter 251 Hard Seat!
Chapter 251 Hard Seat!
Wang Hao was stunned.
"What?"
"I said okay." Zhang Yan put the last bite of cabbage in his mouth. "When are you leaving?"
"You—you're really going?"
Wang Hao's expression was like that of someone who had won the lottery.
The 200-pound body swayed twice on the plastic stool.
"There's no need to exaggerate like that."
"No, Brother Yan, I just—I didn't expect you to agree!" Wang Hao's voice trembled with excitement. "I thought your older sister wouldn't let you go out—"
She's been very busy lately.
"Won't you get bored? There's nothing fun to do in my hometown, it's just a remote mountain village—"
"Won't."
Zhang Yan's tone was very flat.
But in his mind, a blueprint had already appeared.
S-class mecha – Tyrannosaurus Rex.
This is the reward he received during his mission in the Golden Triangle.
He had already seen the blueprints.
Tyrannosaurus Rex, full name "Mo Family Mechanical Beast Tyrannosaurus Rex".
Positioning: S-class heavy-duty crushing ground main mech.
Height: 12 meters.
Weight: Estimated at 180 tons in full combat condition.
Main weapons: twin-mounted heavy pulse cannons and shoulder-mounted cluster missile pods.
Melee weapon: Superalloy Shattering Hammer.
Special Equipment: Phase Armor - Can convert physical damage into energy storage for a short period of time.
One word: fierce.
Two words: violence.
Unlike Baihu's precision and Xingtian's omnipotence.
Tyrannosaurus Rex only does one thing.
crush.
Pure, absolute, indiscriminate, devastating crushing.
But the problem is-
This thing is too big.
The colossal machine, standing twelve meters tall and weighing one hundred and eighty tons, simply had nowhere in Jinghai City to be assembled and tested.
The underground base of Tianji Security has limited space, and Tengshe is also lying inside.
He needs a place that is remote and open enough.
Wang Hao's hometown.
remote mountain village.
Deep in the mountains.
Zhang Yan tapped his finger lightly on the table.
just.
There are mountains near your hometown, right?
"Yes, it's all mountains," Wang Hao said matter-of-factly. "You can see mountains as soon as you step out the door, as soon as you look up, and you can even see mountains when you go to the toilet."
"Is anyone in the mountains?"
"Of course not, it's a desolate wilderness, except for a few wild boars—"
He suddenly stopped.
He looked at Zhang Yan warily.
"Brother Yan, why are you asking this?"
"It's nothing," Zhang Yan said, picking up his teacup. "Just asking."
Wang Hao stared at him for three seconds.
Something just doesn't feel right.
But as countless times before, he could never guess what was going on in his roommate's head.
"Fine," he said, giving up.
Anyway, I always guess wrong.
……
in the afternoon.
Zhang Yan returned to his dormitory and made a phone call to Nie Qingcheng.
I answered the phone after it rang twice.
"In a meeting."
Nie Qingcheng's voice was very low, but she did not show any impatience.
There was even a hint of satisfaction in his voice, as if to say, "You finally took the initiative to call."
"Someone in Wang Hao's hometown is getting married, and he asked me to go back with him."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
"A few days?"
"Three or four days."
There was another second of silence.
"Where to?"
"In the mountains."
Nie Qingcheng remained silent.
In the background, you can hear someone reporting financial data.
Then she spoke.
"How's the signal in the mountains?"
"It should be possible."
"Bring enough clothes, as there is a large temperature difference between day and night in the mountains."
"Um."
"You're not allowed to eat only instant noodles."
"it is good."
"If it's cold at night—"
"I know."
Nie Qingcheng paused for a moment.
"You don't send enough messages."
Zhang Yan thought about it.
"I'll send more."
"At least three."
"……good."
"One message in the morning, one message at noon, and one message before bed. No more just 'hmm' messages."
"understood."
The financial report in the background stopped, as if someone was waiting for Nie Qingcheng's response.
"Let's have a meeting first," Zhang Yan said.
"Wait a moment."
Nie Qingcheng's voice suddenly became even softer, as if she were covering the microphone with her hand.
"The wontons were delicious."
Then it hung up.
Zhang Yan put down his phone.
Looking at the screen indicating the call has ended.
The corner of his mouth twitched again.
It's very light.
But this time it was different from the one this morning—
The magnitude was a bit too large.
……
The next morning.
Zhang Yan got up at 5:30.
Wash up, change clothes, check backpack.
The backpack contained only a few changes of clothes, a power bank, and an old book.
It looks like the luggage of an ordinary college student returning home.
A place where no one can see it—
It lay quietly in the system's storage space:
White Tiger.
Xingtian.
Black scorpion.
The sea-devouring shark.
Tyrannosaurus Rex S-class blueprint.
And a complete set of prefabricated core components and high-grade alloy raw materials for manufacturing Tyrannosaurus Rex.
The combined combat power of these elements is enough to crush the armed forces of a medium-sized country.
Zhang Yan zipped up his backpack and stood up.
He patted Wang Hao's blanket.
"Get up."
A painful groan came from under the blanket.
"What...what time is it...?"
5:40.
"Damn, it's not even dawn yet—"
"The train departs at 7:15."
Wang Hao, weighing 200 pounds, crawled out from under the covers.
Her hair looked like a bird's nest.
His eyes were swollen like walnuts.
Wearing the T-shirt inside out.
Zhang Yan looked at him.
"Three minutes."
"What three minutes?"
"Leave in three minutes. If you're late, I'll leave myself."
Wang Hao's speed in getting up instantly surpassed the physiological limits of the human body.
Two minutes and forty-eight seconds.
He stood at the dormitory entrance.
He put his shoes on the wrong feet, and there was toothpaste foam still on the corner of his mouth.
But they did get back up.
"Walk!"
Zhang Yan changed his shoes for him.
He didn't say anything.
……
Jinghai Railway Station.
The waiting hall was dusty and gray in the early morning, with passengers dragging suitcases and sunflower seed shells scattered all over the floor.
Train information scrolls across a large LED screen.
Train K347...
Hard seat.
Seven hours and thirty-eight minutes.
Wang Hao bought the ticket.
"Brother Yan, I'm sorry, I couldn't get a sleeper berth." Wang Hao rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly. "Only hard seats are left."
"fine."
Zhang Yan took the ticket and glanced at it.
42 yuan.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Three days ago, he was in the cockpit of a mechanical shark that cost 600 million yuan.
He is now holding a 42-yuan hard-seat ticket for a green train.
The span of life can be quite amazing sometimes.
Ticket check, security check, and entry.
The green train was parked on the platform.
The dark green car body was covered in rust and stains.
The foot pedals at the car door were a bit loose, and they creaked when you stepped on them.
Zhang Yan got into the car with Wang Hao.
The air inside the carriage was hot and murky—it smelled of instant noodles, orange peels, cheap cigarette smoke, and several other indistinguishable body odors.
The fan was buzzing overhead, blowing out hot air.
The hard-seat area was almost full of people.
The luggage racks were crammed with woven bags and cardboard boxes.
The uncle across from me is eating a roast chicken.
The middle-aged woman next to me was on the phone, and her voice was so loud that the whole carriage could hear her.
"—I'm telling you, that bastard owes me 30,000 yuan—"
Wang Hao squeezed to the front of the seat, stuffed his suitcase under the seat, and plopped down.
The spring seat groaned.