My Apocalypse Fortress Vehicle

In the evening, Old Jack packed up everything in the workshop. He was in a good mood. Although he couldn't explain why he was good, he felt inexplicably relaxed now.

Maybe it was because the Night Owl was successfully built after three days of busy work, or maybe it was because Gu Zhuo treated himself to a drink at night.

But the more likely reason is that in one night and one day tomorrow, we will have to climb that high tower. The tower that my ancestors had climbed was the place where people in my family were destined to go.

After packing up everything in the workshop, Old Jack took out a photo from the breast pocket of his shirt.

It was a photo of a man and a pregnant woman.

The man's facial features in the photo are somewhat similar to Old Jack's.

Old Jack looked at the photo and stuffed it back into his shirt pocket. Then, he picked up his coat from the back of the seat and put it on neatly.

He glanced at the "The Brothers Karamazov" with a worn cover that was placed safely on the table again.

He thought for a while, then picked up the book from the table and put it into his coat pocket. Then, he locked the door, wrapped himself in his coat, and walked to Gu Zhuo's house.

In fact, the current situation on this street means that he doesn't need to lock the door at all, but this casual behavior has become his habit.

It's windy and a bit cold tonight.

He didn't know the current season. The climate changes had been reversed a long time ago, and the set of formulas passed down by the ancients to identify the climate had lost their effect. People are better at changing and getting the weather they want through artificial means.

Old Jack only knew that today was March 11th.

Now that this cold wind is coming, Old Jack suspects that people from the world may have carried out another artificial rainfall. Generally speaking, this kind of cold wind is left over from artificial rainfall.

But generally only people in the world are qualified to enjoy the benefits of artificial rainfall. In the underground city, you can only feel the never-ending cold wind blowing with the artificial rainfall, like a knife cutting into your skin. My heart is normal.

Old Jack spat, took out the pipe from his pocket, lit it, and said to himself:

"These damn meteorologists, damn, they know about artificial rainfall, artificial snowfall, and artificial this and that all day long. They have such skills, why don't they go back and see their wives who are all artificially made ! Look at how those stinky bastards use artificial tongues to lick the stinky feet of celebrities!"

Old Jack was cursing—he was cursing just to vent his anger, not even for any other purpose—while walking through the dark alley, he arrived at the door of Gu Zhuo's house with a familiar face.

He knocked on the door.

Soon, someone came to open the door for him.

He originally thought that the person who opened the door would be Gu Zhuo, but what he didn't expect was that when the door opened, the person standing on the other side turned out to be V.

Seeing Old Jack coming over, V looked unsurprised, with a friendly smile on his face, and stepped aside to let Old Jack in.

Old Jack was stunned for a moment, took off the pipe in his mouth, and walked towards the yard with V, while asking:

"Why did you come here today? It couldn't have been the artificial rainfall that brought you here, right?"

"I heard that you wanted to find someone to drink with. Having fun alone is not as good as having fun with others, so I came over."

This morning, when Old Jack told Gu Zhuo that he wanted to treat him to a drink, Gu Zhuo had no wine for him to drink, so he had to ask V for help with his bracelet, hoping to ask him for some wine.

Unexpectedly, V came directly in the evening and brought wine with him, saying that no matter what, he must have a drink with the two of them.

Gu Zhuo couldn't help it. He thought it was just drinking anyway, so he didn't refuse.

When V came, Old Jack hadn't gone out yet, so he first saw the truck modified by Gu Zhuo in the yard.

Unlike Old Jack, V knew about Gu Zhuo's powers and abilities, so he wasn't too shocked. But he also inevitably praised the truck that Gu Zhuo modified. Gu Zhuo also told him about the modification ideas. Except that he didn't tell him that the truck could transform into Optimus Prime, he basically told him the rest. .

V still approves of Gu Zhuo's modification ideas.

When Jack Lao and V walked into the yard together, Gu Zhuo had already been waiting inside.

As soon as Old Jack entered the yard, he smelled a scent.

He rarely smelled this fragrance, but in his memory, he remembered that it seemed to be the smell of some kind of seasoning mixed with meat. Looking towards the yard, Gu Zhuo was sitting in the middle of the yard.

There was a fire burning in front of him, and white smoke was floating above his head.

Seeing this scene, Old Jack immediately understood what Gu Zhuo was doing.

This guy actually has the leisure to barbecue!

Old Jack had only eaten this kind of thing once with his father Chelsea, and it was made by Chelsea's friend. I didn’t expect that the second time I ate something so retro would be under such circumstances.

Old Jack and V walked to Gu Zhuo. There happened to be two chairs next to Gu Zhuo, and they sat down respectively.

Seeing the two people coming, Gu Zhuo glanced at them and divided the meat skewers between them:

"Get started and bake, don't just watch and wait for nothing."

Old Jack picked up a handful of meat skewers and followed Gu Zhuo's example, turning them over and grilling them over the fire. This is an old-fashioned barbecue grill, and it looks like it was bought by V.

The smoke from the barbecue grill mixed with the pipe in Old Jack's mouth. He coughed all over, put out the pipe, put it back in the bag, and focused on the barbecue.

"Don't just bake it, add some of these things."

Gu Zhuo picked up a lot of spices from the side and handed them to Old Jack.

Old Jack took the seasoning and sprinkled a lot of it, but what he sprinkled was just pepper, and most of it got into his eyes, nose, and mouth.

Old Jack threw away the condiment bottles and meat skewers in his hands, stood up, sneezed heavily and shed a few tears:

"Damn it, I'm choking to death, what is this?"

V looked at him like this and teased him:

"Old Jack, can you do it?"

While teasing, he skillfully sprinkled the seasonings with Gu Zhuo and turned the skewers over.

"damn it."

Old Jack wiped his tears, sat back in front of the barbecue grill, and continued to sprinkle the seasonings.

But this time he had to be more careful with his movements. He sprinkled the condiments on little by little and moved very slowly, for fear that the situation just now would happen again.

"No, let me tell you, who came up with this idea to do something so retro."

Old Jack asked after carefully spreading the seasoning.

"I understand, don't you want to drink? We can't just drink at the bar? Drinking is boring. Let me give you a taste of the happiness of our ancestors in the past."

V answered him.

Old Jack made a "cut" sound. Although his face was full of disgust, his movements did not stop.

He is a professional after all. Not only can he forge weapons, but he can also master a certain amount of heat for grilling skewers. Soon, he turned out to be the first person to grill a handful of skewers.

Old Jack held up the skewers and said proudly:

"For this little thing, what our ancestors did is too simple."

Before he could brag for a while, Gu Zhuo took a plate from the side and handed it to him:

"Put the meat skewers on the plate. It will be ready for both of us in a while. If you are ready now, you can grill it again."

"Fuck, treat me like a hotel waiter, right?"

Old Jack was yelling and complaining, but he still followed Gu Zhuo's words and put the grilled skewers on the plate. Then he stood up, picked up a large handful of meat skewers next to Gu Zhuo, and put a cushion in his hand. , put it on the fire.

When getting the skewers, he noticed that the wine V brought was wheat beer. This beer tastes good, and I don’t feel anything when I drink it, but it has a lot of stamina.

Old Jack said:

"Hey, K, how's your drinking capacity?"

Gu Zhuo's skewer was also baked at this time, and he put it on the plate with Old Jack's. When he heard him ask himself, he answered:

"It's okay, there's nothing wrong with you two drinking together."

Hearing Gu Zhuo's answer, Old Jack laughed a few times:

"You brat, just wait a minute. If I say this to you, I will definitely knock you out! I have been a drunkard since I was a child. Don't compare yourself to me."

Gu Zhuo said nothing. The firelight shone on his face. He was also infected by this emotion, and there was an inexplicable smile on his face.