Refugees

"Damn it! Sh*t!"

The car came to a slow stop as Robert smacked the steering wheel.

Nick quietly walked out of the car as he lifted the front cover.

"The engine is busted."

"Fu*k! Now we are screwed," Robert said with a voice of defeat.

"…" Jiang Chen thought if he should go back to the apocalypse for a while and bring back a levitating car.

But it was only wishful thinking; he would not do that unless they were hopeless.

If he did it, that would mean he was prepared to abandon the two of them. Then his gold selloff plan would be deserted, and this Iraq trip would become pointless.

"Can you fix it?" Jiang Chen asked.

"Let me try." Nick took the toolbox out from the back of the car as he began to work on the engine.

However, the engine didn’t seem to get any better.

Just as they were about to lose hope, Jiang Chen suddenly saw a truck approaching from a distance.

"IS?" He tensed up as he took out the pistol.