Chapter 505

There is a ridge in front of you. Even if the wind blows with snow, you can still distinguish the rugged terrain.

Sleds and supplies can only be left in place, people need to hike up the mountain.

It took almost two hours for the team to arrive three miles away. When witwick approached the hound, the dogs just kept circling the snow and barking at the center of a circle they had trodden out.

He squatted down and touched the dog's neck, and the thick fur was just as cold as it was through his gloves.

"Children, there won't be any living things under the ice. What do you find?"

But he inadvertently walked into the circle the dogs had trodden on, and with the sound of the crisp ice breaking, he fell down.

It was as if he had fallen into the abyss, and he felt that he was finished.

Today, he will be one of the bones of many people buried in the crevasse of the glacier.

However, his fate is different from that of the ancients. After falling two or three meters, he felt that he was on the ground. Although his whole body was in severe pain, he was still alive.

But as he sat up grinning, he found himself caught by a huge monster. He landed right in the palm of the monster, and below was the abyss.

The whole body of this monster is covered with ice and snow. The crystal ice makes it keep the posture of five fingers upward, as if it had grasped something in the palm.

But as the sun fell from above, witwick found that the ice was wrapped in a kind of silver metal that had never been seen before, and a metal giant with tusks emerged ferociously from the iceberg.

Although it remained motionless, its huge window like eyes were still staring at him.

"God..."

"Captain! Captain! Are you ok? " From above came the voices of the players.

"I'm fine, boys!"

Witwick got up and picked up his fallen ice pick. He wanted to remove the ice from the monster and see better.

This monster is totally metal. Are the fangs used for eating? He felt that he had found something wonderful.

But as his ice pick fell, the monster's eyes suddenly glowed red, and the whole cave was glowing red.

"Ah

Witwick fell to the ground. He felt that he could not see anything. The strong light made him lose sight for a short time.

But his glasses fell on the ice and were engraved with patterns invisible to humans.

time to go back to the present, the suburb of transquility, the urban expansion area.

This is not a slum, but it is not a residential area for the rich. The people living in this community are basically ordinary wage earners or those who earn less.

At this time, in a house by the road, Sam, a young man, was checking his "Ebuy" account at the computer. He was about to sell some of the things he had found in the garage.

For example, a pair of silver candlesticks of unknown age; a jewelry box that might have been inlaid with gems, but at this time it was just a common wooden box; and a civil war cutlass that was not as blunt as a file.

And the remains of his great grandfather, wittwick, and a pair of glasses.

No way, he is not a rich family's child, mowing the lawn for his parents can not earn pocket money.

He is 16 years old this year. He has a girl he likes. But he has no money and can't even buy drinks. How can he talk to a girl?

So with his father's permission, he plans to sell some worthless "antiques". It's not the same as opening a flea market on the grass in front of his home. Now it's the Internet age.

Just take some photos, put them on the online trading platform, and then type in the attractive Introduction...

bang! Business is done.

Of course, that's what Sam thought a few days ago.

It turns out that no one wants to buy a funny old-fashioned pair of glasses even if the real antique costs $100.

There are also people laughing at Sam in the message area below.

"Man, are you crazy about money? Go and work. "

"Who do you think witwick is? Could be the first American to reach the Arctic Circle? That's not what history says, is it? Is this a parallel world story? "

"I have the shroud of God in my hand, or I think so. If you need it, please type in the address bar at the top of the browser: I'm stupid X and deserve to be cheated. Com."

...

so in a few days, Sam sold nothing but an old comic book for ten dollars.

Every day, he's reducing the price of these things. By today, the glasses have been reduced to $25.

"It's really my grandfather's glasses. His Arctic diary is also auctioned together! You believe meSam's heart roared, forced in the new price, hit enter.

The price has changed a bit, but it's still the same. No one has bought it.

His father was already downstairs calling him, "Sam! Get out of here. Don't you always want a car? "

Sam is happy to jump up, quickly shut down the computer, hurriedly dressed in clothes, the network of things by him temporarily forgotten, he will have a car!

Is it a two seater sports car that wants to be popular? Or luxury and comfortable cars? It's so annoying, hehe...

but with his father driving his pickup truck, he gets closer and closer to the slums, until he turns into the garage of a second-hand car company an hour later.

Sam woke up from his dream.

"You said you would give me half the money to buy a car, but not scrap iron."

There was helplessness in his eyes. All the cars here were old timers. Just looking at the tinted windshields, you could see that they were at least 30 years old.

However, his father did not eat his way, no money is no money, he patted his son.

"When I was your age, it would be nice to have four tires and an engine, or would it make you happier to buy you a bicycle?"

Sam got out of the car dejected and followed his father into the "waste garage".

A fat man in a tight suit quickly came up, like a meat ball rolling on the flat ground, while running, while wiping the sweat on his bald head with a handkerchief.

"Gentlemen, welcome to the boby auto supermarket. I'm your friend, boby Bolivar. Come on, have a look. Don't mention it. Freedom! The spirit of America is under these engine covers

He quickly approached Sam's father, spitting and talking, shaking hands with them quickly, and then hooked Sam's shoulder skillfully.

"Come on, boy. Remember what Bob said, it's not people who choose cars, but cars who choose people."

So enthusiastic sales methods, so that both father and son are stuck, or Sam's father more knowledgeable, he somehow or say a word.

"I'm going to pick the first car for my son."

The fat man seemed to be suddenly enlightened. He raised his arms with a smile, made a posture like plant germination, and began to rotate in situ.

"Then you are in the right place! Look around, 100 cars, I have 100 cars! Right here, right next to you! Every car is very suitable for young people's first car! cheap! Safe! Excellent quality! Every car is an eternal classic

Sam pulled the corners of his mouth, yes, timeless classics. Cars of the same era should be recycled to steel, right?

If they were the only one left in the world, it would be a classic.

But in fact, they are only one grade higher than scrap iron - scrap iron with rubber tires.

But the businessman's face doesn't care if a high school student makes a face. Bob still smiles: "so young man, what kind of car do you want?"

"Er, it's the kind of driving to school and taking students for a ride..."

Sam blushed a little. He actually wanted to take a girl for a ride, but his father was staring at him, so he was embarrassed to say.

But Bobbie sold more cars than Sam had eaten, and the fat businessman immediately understood.

Although he is fat, hair loss, constipation, hemorrhoids and heart disease, who is not over 16 or 17?

"Come on, come this way, young friend. Take a look at this Ford Tianba. It's pure white. The paint, hardware and interior are all from the original factory. The car is in good condition. You can drive to school immediately." The fat businessman kept walking to one side of the field with Sam's hook. He also looked at Sam's father, lowered his voice and whispered to Sam: "the biggest advantage is that the shock absorbers are very good."

With that, he winked at Sam and said, "you know that.".

If it is someone else, maybe they will understand, but Sam is a simple boy, his biggest hobby is playing cartoon.

Sam and Ford Tianba have heard about it. It is said that it stopped production in 1994 because its safety belt is electric. If it breaks down, the safety belt will not stop at the chest, but will be pulled around the neck. After a crash, the driver and the co driver will lose their heads...

moreover, the car is too ugly, and its appearance is not as good as Santana. It looks like a shoe box with four wheels.

So Sam shook his head.

The fat man also saw something from his look. It is estimated that the young people don't like the appearance of the car. It's easy to say.

"It doesn't matter, young man, as I said, it's the car that selects people. Come and have a look at this car." As like as two peas,

, "Jaguar Daimler, 92, but I promise it is exactly the same as a new car. Let's look at this beautiful headlight, the exquisite silver metal large intake grille, and then look at the engine, perfect!"

The fat man said as he stroked the leopard statue on the hood, his other hand giving a thumbs up on Sam's shoulder.Girls like cats.

But Sam shook his head again, black car, and very old metal grille? Girls won't like it.

The fat man understood that the young man had a sultry heart. What he needed was a sports car.

"Here, look at this one, Dodge Challenger, the king of sports cars 40 years ago. You deserve it! Don't worry, young man. I still have 97 cars that I haven't introduced. Today I will let you drive home. "

The streamlined body and sharp and publicized appearance made sam very excited at the first time. It was the main driver's car in many old Hollywood movies.

"How much is the car?"

"Ten thousand dollars, but it's worth it. This is the Dodge Challenger." The agitation started immediately.

However, Sam's father said for the first time that he didn't have so much money to consider at the price of about 3000 dollars.

Sam and the fat man were in despair for different reasons, but just then, someone called on Bob not far away.

It was a man in a high-end suit but with only one eye. Just glancing at this side casually, Sam was shocked. He didn't know why. It was like a mouse meeting a cat. It was a feeling of life threatening.

The man quickly withdrew his eyes and told the fat man to do business.

"How do you sell your yellow and black Chevy?"

"Five thousand dollars, look at the painting of this racing car. It's definitely not the paint I sprayed later. This car used to be a racing car and has been completely modified..."

"shut up and take my money!"

The man in the black suit threw out a pile of money.

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