Chapter 312: Oak Engine (Part 1)

A rusty steel idol stands in the depths of the jungle. On the top of the more than ten meters high is a barrel-shaped head that is so rough that it can make a kid laugh, if not that face...
A cruel face, a sly face, a face full of Ok-style self-confidence and Ok-style power-the kind that can stare at you and bow your head, if you don’t go back, you will probably be beaten. face.
It towers at the outermost edge of the abandoned city, fenced in a giant workshop between the trash pit and the crazy town where the neuron lives. Behind it are trees and foul-smelling forest mud. For a "god" this It's not a place with a face, but the builders don't believe in other mechanics, and other mechanics don't believe in them.
The idol looked down on the shack of the nerve boy, as if looking at the war far away-if it could be seen as far as the roadside as directed by the road.
The steel colossus inspires any green-skinned soul looking up to it, and it has inspired for some time, for the upcoming Waaagh!
The cluttered Auk tent huddle around it busyly, and Geek Ideas is not satisfied with the effect of the idol on the boys, not to mention the nervous boy who had to endure drooling and watched it through the fence day and night.
It is currently unfinished, and this is where the idea is most troubled.
The whole workshop is not small, but garbage trucks and garbage dumps are so crowded that they can fill up the mechanic's console next to the fence.
The farts run around, and they have gang tattoos on their shoulders. This workshop exudes the odor of hot metal and Ok sweat. The burning sizzle is loud, and the curse of the punk is louder, but it is not large enough to cover the howling of the nerve boy outside the fence, or the darkness under the tree. The buzz of forest pests.
The craftsmen joined together in twos and threes and spoke softly, pointing at the pile or pile of papers, trying to figure out why the big guy didn't go.
The idea guy is worrying about his plan, the loyal hair are beside him, and the rest of the guys are running around, their gang tattoos on their shoulders.
"The engine is too complicated, little sun, too difficult to ignite. What's wrong with the solid Sgurger oil injection system?"
He rested his barrel-shaped chin on his fist and fell into contemplation, while his deputy was stiff all over, his arms folded beside his head.
"Unable to sort out the energy flow of the reactor. These converters are not working. I don't know why."
Another mechanic came up, carrying a metal disc as big as his face in his hand.
"I don't know why we don't put an oil in it."
The devil's deputy muttered, he has always disapproved of the user device
"Oil baking is not good, you need a little sun, otherwise you can't move or fight."
The Idea Guy became quiet, he stared into the distance, the machine that carried his infinite imagination and creativity.
He was eager to make it move, to make those who laugh at him look good.
Stimulated by the anxiety's anxiety, his drinker's perverted cigarette holder started talking nonsense.
"Alloy, alloy, it deforms at low temperatures and will recover after heating... Nuclear fusion is an inevitable consequence of the planet's gravity collapse..."
Generally no one will listen, but Ideas can feel the surging of Waaagh-they can, a kind of hot revelation infecting waste cities and other tents, they are not the only mechanics being built, but Ideas dreams Greater than most.
"Boss!"
Butt hair suddenly yelled, grabbing the idea guy's mechanic clothes.
"The guy who loves fighting is here."
Harazi, the boss of the ghost fire gang, a guy who loves heavy motorcycles and accelerated rockets, is also a regular guest of the idea, but today he is a bit wrong.
Not to mention one missing arm, even his usual favorite hip flask is gone. The entire ok is just like rolling out of the mud pile, not only embarrassed, but also very weak.
"Ideas."
He hissed and screamed into the workshop. His tragic situation affected the atmosphere of the scene, and everyone stopped working.
"Halazi, are you being crawled down?"
Grabbing the hip flask next to him and going forward, the idea guy looked at the guy carefully. He found that the broken arm was just the most serious injury on his body, from his forehead to his thigh, there were big and small wounds. Some are cuts, some are burns, or gunshot wounds? He is not a bad boy, so he is not sure.
Without saying a word, the guy grabbed the hip flask from the idea and took a few sips.
"Bah! No one can get me down!"
After drinking the wine in the jug, the Hara spit blood and threw the empty jug aside, and his vitality returned to him again.
"Then you... fell yourself?"
"fart!"
Pulling a rag from the side shed, the injured Oak spit on the dirty cloth and slammed it directly on the broken arm.
"I got it by a bunch of strange things!"
"Strange stuff... are you still being beaten up?"
"Why, what was beaten! I and the boys were racing there, and suddenly a bunch of weird things came out, they would shoot and fire! We were just out of oil..."
"what?"
This is a new thing. Although there is never a shortage of new things in the waste city, the idea is different.
"Tell me, how did you come across?"
"On the north side, just by the sea, the space in the forest is not spacious enough, and the kids think about going to the beach, that spacious..."
"Wait, what did you say came out of the sea?"
"I don't know, they... suddenly jumped out anyway, there was a strange smell on my body, quite a lot."
"is it a lot?"
"many!"
Haraz nodded vigorously.
"north……"
The junkie raised his head to look in that direction. He had also been there, had witnessed the endless sea, and had imagined what was on the other side of the sea.
But the news brought him more alertness.
"And then? Are you beaten?"
"I was not beaten!"
The leader of Ouke, who was seriously injured in self-esteem, raised his remaining arm~EbookFREE.me~ A huge fist shook in front of the idea guy, but this did not scare him.
"OK, I just thought you fell, and then?"
"Then...they would fight with us, and they would fight with them, but they had more, but I had fewer, and the car was broken at the time, so I thought about withdrawing and repairing the car before I went to fight with them."
"Did you drive back?"
"No, it broke down halfway, and it was completely broken."
"How thorough?"
"The only wheel is also blown up."
"I understand, so are you here to buy a car?"
Upon hearing this, the guy's face collapsed suddenly. He scratched the scar on his body and said:
"Well, what... uh, let me go first, okay?"
The Idea Guy didn't say a word, but just touched the fart hairball with his feet, and the other party immediately took a board out of his pocket and then held it high above his head.
The above lists the prices of various machines and weapons in great detail.
Then Idea Guy turned and walked to his workshop. He didn't want to waste this guy for a second.
"Oh, hey! Wait! Don't, don't do that!"
Hara kicked the ball into the sky with one foot, and then quickly caught up with the idea guy, holding his shoulder and saying:
"I have some news, maybe I can help you fix the big iron bump."
"Ok?"
Idea guy paused, but didn't look back.
"I heard a few days ago that the guy with bad eyes turned out something underneath the waste city. I heard that it was also a big iron lump broken into pieces, but they got a baby out of it. The mechanic has already offered to buy... you get a new car for me, I contact you with a great person, he can help you get that thing."