Chapter 952

The six-wheeled truck galloped on the highway, its size allowing it to occupy a lane alone, and the act of trying to overtake belonged to an idiot. "It consumes a lot of fuel." Bai Lang, pretending to be the driver, leaned on the modified comfortable seat and said. "Oh, the one you heard is the audio. In fact, I use six-wheel independent electric drive. What is in the engine compartment is the power furnace and armor plate."

After saying this, Bai Lang was also stunned, and then Bai Lang also laughed. He leaned on the chair, watching the car drive toward the city ahead at a speed of eighty kilometers per hour.

The city in front was very familiar. Bai Lang knew at a glance that this was Beijing, right? This kind of layout of circles, he saw a sign saying Mentougou, so he was sure. The heavy armored truck slowed down, "Where are we going?" Road Rage was quite peaceful in tone, unlike his name, but Bai Lang had seen the firepower configuration of this guy in robot state—not counting the double guns, there was also a cannon on each shoulder.

As for the Su-25 transformation, the firepower was even more fierce. A large number of medium and long-range ground-to-ground missiles and guided bombs were enough to blow a whole team of Autobots to the sky. This was not the titanium alloy armor and TNT explosive weapons of earthlings, but weapons from Decepticon technology. The 30mm machine cannon fired particle beams.

"You asked me a difficult question. I really don't have a place to live here." Bai Lang patted his pocket, "I don't even have money." There were quite a few people on the street, and the order was considered orderly. Looking at the people coming and going, Bai Lang could estimate that the era should be the 2020s of the 21st century. "This is going to be a street bum together." Bai Lang didn't care much.

The rear compartment of the Cougar armored truck could seat six people, and of course, it could also piece together a bunk. Plus the air conditioning and ventilation in the compartment, spending a night was no problem. However, there was also a more serious problem, that is, this Decepticon didn't have a license plate. It was strange that he hadn't been stopped by a traffic policeman so far.

"Forge a license plate." Road Rage didn't care himself.

As for Bai Lang, he knew that he was uninhibited in this world when he entered. "It's no problem to shock a hundred miles or a thousand miles with one strike. Smashing the earth is not allowed... The self-repair ability of this place is still very strong." Bai Lang said. He was still looking for a place to park—the car was relatively large, and he estimated that it would occupy two parking spaces.

The problem was that they didn't have money. Precious metals were available, but what was the use of gold the size of a fist? Now there was no place to sell it—Beijing only had this disadvantage. "Keep driving, let's see if there is any place where no one lives." With the situation in Beijing, Bai Lang estimated that there should still be quite a few houses where no one lived. It would be no problem for him to "borrow" one.

But the money problem was troublesome. This was not the United States, and he couldn't just rob a black guy he didn't like on the road. To make money here, he still had to find a decent job—but which one of Bai Lang and Road Rage looked like they could take out a diploma to apply for a job? "How about you transform, and then I offer you to the country for research, and we collect some research fees?" Bai Lang came up with a rotten idea.

Of course, he never expected this idea to be used. Road Rage put forward a suggestion, "You get a mobile phone to open a hotspot, and I will try to see if I can create a bank account out of thin air, and at the same time accumulate a little money from somewhere. Generally speaking, this can easily get millions." This was a way, the problem was the mobile phone.

So the car found a place to park for a while, and Bai Lang got out of the car to borrow a mobile phone. This was relatively easy to complete, because this car, whether it was a connoisseur or not, knew that it was an expensive one—the connoisseur knew that it was a modified civilian version of the Cougar armored mine-resistant vehicle worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, and the non-connoisseur also knew that it was an imported large car that had never been seen before, which must also be very expensive.

The man who got out of the car was very compatible with this car with rigid lines. He was a burly man nearly two meters tall, with a majestic beard and eyebrows. It was impossible to recognize his specific age—you said he was fifty or sixty years old, it seemed okay, and saying he was twenty or thirty years old was also correct. This must be a rich man, at least he wouldn't grab your phone and run away.

So Bai Lang successfully borrowed a mobile phone from a white-collar woman on the side of the road, "Sorry, open a hotspot, my phone is broken. My car system needs to connect to the Internet to do something." Bai Lang said the excuse. The woman opened the hotspot, but her focus was on this burly man.

In fact, there were several other men paying attention to Road Rage, this truck, "Really beautiful!" Bai Lang heard someone say, and another person should be an enthusiast of off-road vehicles, "Nonsense, civilian version of the Cougar mine-resistant vehicle, can it not be beautiful?" He said, and Bai Lang nodded secretly, "Sure enough, there is insight, allow you to touch it." He thought.

Road Rage probably didn't care about this at all. Although he was a Decepticon, he had no feelings for humans—neither hating nor liking. In fact, most Decepticons didn't care about humans, just because Autobots cooperated with humans, so they hated humans by the way. The black-painted Road Rage was now using the network hotspot to quickly start cracking the program.

"This guy doesn't even have an Internet function? It's really hell... Also, he doesn't have an anti-IED electronic system, nor does he have a reinforced antenna. The front half of the car is quite clean. I don't know if I can add a network antenna to him. In this way, he should at least have wireless LAN capabilities." Bai Lang was thinking about whether to go buy a 5G chip card for Internet access.

Soon, Road Rage's car lights flashed a few times to indicate that it was done, and Bai Lang also thanked the woman who lent him the hotspot, "Do you want to go to a bar for a drink?" The woman was very enthusiastic. Bai Lang tried hard to laugh, "Actually, I just arrived here, and I haven't booked a hotel yet." Then he got in the car and prepared to slip away.

Unexpectedly, this white-collar woman took the initiative to open the car door and sat in the passenger seat, "Hey?! Stay at my place, my house is very big." Bai Lang took a slightly serious look, "Ho, the essence on this body... this woman has some skills. No wonder..." Bai Lang looked at himself, although he habitually covered his aura, he would still reveal a little bit uncontrollably.

The other party was like this, mostly because she saw the little bit of essence he revealed. Perhaps there was really something special that would happen. ===== CHAPTER 953 =====