Woooo!!!!
The iconic horn of the heavy truck was deafening, and flames burst from sixteen pairs of tires all around. Red Spider and the others had to grip the vehicle tightly to avoid being thrown off by the sudden acceleration.
Pressing down on the gas pedal, eyes calm as a still water, Blood Lion Roar entered a flow state at this moment.
Completely focused, absorbed, with breathing in sync with the roaring Weichai wp13 diesel engine,
"Old buddy..."
His hands tenderly caressed the steering wheel. This vehicle had accompanied him to Mohe at -40°C amidst flying snow, to Turpan Flame Mountain at 45°C where birds hid away, through rain or shine on the Sichuan-Tibet Line, and day and night along the coastal highway,
As if sensing Blood Lion Roar's will, the two halogen lamps in front of the vehicle shone brightly, like the golden eyes of an ancient beast,
The sun visor inside the truck automatically dropped down, releasing an A2 heavy tractor-trailer driver's license.
