My own war game

Chapter 61 Abnormal Emotions

"Maybe I can give it a try." He Chi took out a sketch pen from his pocket and asked, "Do you have paper?"

It took West a long time to make sure that the other party was not joking, and he handed over a piece of paper helplessly.

"OK, there are always some people who think they are experts after watching a few episodes of repair shows in garbage time slots or watching a few short videos about auto repair, but I suggest you be realistic. This job is not something that everyone can do."

"Who knows? Maybe I have this talent." He Chi took the white paper, spread it out on the workbench beside him, and then raised the shorthand pen in his hand.

Systematic explanation: A shorthand pen can record the characteristics of an object that one is familiar with. So, does a used car that one has driven for a year count as familiarity? And does a car that breaks down every once in a while count as a characteristic?

But considering He Chi's understanding of the system, it shouldn't let him use it in vain...

"It is detected that the player needs to use a prop. It costs one copper coin. Do you want to use it?"

Sure enough, this money-hungry system never misses any opportunity to fleece the sheep.

It costs 500 yuan to exchange one copper coin into US dollars. It seems like I lost money on this order.

But the purpose this time was to test. He Chi thought about it and wrote down half a sentence on the paper, "The fault of this Ford car owned by He Chi..."

A wonderful thing happened. After He Chi wrote a few words, he felt a slight resistance on the sketch pen. This force guided He Chi's hand to continue writing.

"The engine has serious carbon deposits, the spark plug is blocked, the piston and piston ring lose their sealing when rubbing against the cylinder wall, the cylinder compression pressure is reduced, the power is lost, and there is a risk of cylinder scuffing."

"The inner wall of the exhaust pipe is half blocked, the reduction gearbox is old, and the internal gear has broken teeth. It needs to be replaced as a whole."

"The gear oil is a recycled product that is used for secondary use. It is of low quality, has been infiltrated with water, and is severely emulsified. It needs to be replaced."

"The sheet metal dimensions on the left and right sides of the vehicle body are inconsistent, resulting in a difference in dynamic balance, which requires overall adjustment."

West, who was standing by, looked at the increasing number of words on the paper and his expression began to become ugly. When He Chi wrote the last stroke, his face had already darkened. "Brother, you are not here to cause trouble, are you?"

He Chi let go of the pen and his expression became serious. "West, I remember when you sold it to me, you said this car was an original second-hand car."

The car dealership owner chuckled, with a look on his face that showed he had you in his grasp. "Of course, it's an original second-hand car, a second-hand assembled car refurbished with original parts. You get what you pay for, my Asian boy."

He Chi was fooled by this profiteer before, and a surge of anger surged up in his head. He suppressed his emotions and said, "Fix it for free. I will pretend that what happened before never happened, and I will never come here again."

West showed his yellow teeth and grinned, "Two thousand dollars, and you can drive the car away. I guarantee it will be as good as a new one."

"You're a fraud! You don't have a penny!"

Williams' expression gradually became ferocious. "Asian boy, I said you get what you pay for. Today, either you let the two thousand dollars stay, or you and the car stay together."

After saying this, the short white man curled his lips. There was a rustling sound coming from the room behind him, and a man about 1.9 meters tall with rings pierced in his nose and tongue came out shaking a heavy iron chain.

Bang! The door behind him closed, and Williams picked up a large wrench next to him. "Now I've changed my mind. Three thousand dollars, or we don't mind playing some exciting games with you."

He Chi stopped talking, stuffed the sketch pen into his arms to prevent it from getting damaged, and spread his hands out in a defensive posture.

The giant chuckled and swung the chain in his hand towards He Chi with a sound of wind.

He Chi's reaction was unexpected. He simply lay on the ground and dodged the attack in an extremely ugly posture. The iron chain hit the pillar beside him with a clang.

The next second, He Chi rolled under the giant, raised his foot and kicked the inner joint of the man's knee with all his strength.

No matter how strong a person is, he cannot bear the force in this position. The giant's legs made a cracking sound and he knelt down involuntarily. It was not over yet. Following the opponent's falling momentum, He Chi raised his leg again and kicked the opponent's lower body.

No man could endure that kind of pain. The giant's eyes rolled back, his body twitched, and he fainted.

This was the change that He Chi had experienced after returning from the battlefield. His moves in a fight were ugly but effective, without following any rules. He focused on attacking the opponent's vital points and knocked down the opponent in the shortest time possible.

After all, on the battlefield, the only rule is to kill the opponent in a short period of time. No matter how ugly the appearance is, it is not as ugly as a corpse.

Picking up a short-handled screwdriver nearby, He Chi grabbed the frightened West and put the pointed end directly into his mouth.

"Wuwuwu~~~" Because his throat was blocked, the short profiteer had no way of speaking. He could only make meaningless sounds with his mouth and a look of pleading for mercy on his face.

"I'm not very happy. Listen to what I'm going to say next. If you want YES, just blink once, and if you want NO, blink twice. If I'm not satisfied, I'll turn your head into a turkey skewer. Do you understand?" The Oriental man demanded in a cold voice.

West blinked once, then opened his eyes wide, fearing that the other party would misunderstand him.

"Did anyone instruct you to do what you did today?"

Blink twice.

"A sudden impulse? Just for the sake of money?"

Blink.

"The most important question, think about it before you answer. Do you know Steve Kafman?"

Or blink twice.

"OK, you are pretty honest. Now open your mouth as wide as possible." the Oriental man ordered.

At this time the little guy showed an extremely frightened expression. He personally liked this tune, but he hated being at the bottom, let alone being forced.

But given the situation before him, he didn't dare to resist. He could only open his mouth as wide as possible in fear and watch what the other party did.

He Chi moved his wrist slightly, and the screwdriver in his hand turned inside the man's mouth, supporting the skin on both sides of his face, pressing against the open mouth like a "one".

He Chi pulled out his hand and raised it high.

Snapped! ! !
A fierce slap hit the man's face, and he was knocked to the ground. The sharp screwdriver pierced through the skin on one side of his face.

West rolled over on the ground in pain, groaning meaninglessly, with wet marks visible on his pants.

"Your big baby is broken, can you find me a car to move around in?" He Chi asked with his head down.

The man nodded with all his might.

After a while, the sound of a rumbling engine was heard in the alley, and a modified new red Ford Mustang drove out.

In the driver's seat, He Chi, who had let out a sigh of relief, did not have the slightest happy expression on his face.

His mental state was not right, and he could feel it.

(End of this chapter)