Chapter 253: Chapter 250: Not Allowed to Take
"Stop the car, let me piss. This bottle is full!" The man in the passenger seat raised the bottle in his hand high and leaned toward Blondie who was driving the truck.
The fermented smell almost made Blondie vomit. He showed disdain and tried to lean his head toward the window.
He cursed, "Can’t you fucking stop disgusting me?"
The man brought the bottle back, capped it, and said with a smile, "This is a treasure, a treasure everyone in the back is waiting for every day."
Upon hearing this, Blondie couldn’t help but shake his head but still stopped the car and said, "Blackie, hurry up, we’re on a schedule."
The man being called Blackie collected the bottles filled at his feet, moving leisurely and said slowly, "Schedule my ass. We do all the tiring work, and those people enjoy themselves every day."
"Ah, come on, Blackie. It’s a special time now. We need to deliver this batch quickly, or neither of us will get paid."
After getting out of the car, Blackie carried five or six bottles towards the back of the truck, but one of them was an unopened bottle of mineral water.
When he reached the back door of the truck, Blondie came over with the keys and then unlocked the big lock, creating a small gap in the door.
A hand stretched out from the gap. It looked pale and somewhat weak in the sunlight. After grasping the bottle Blackie handed over, it withdrew.
Blackie laughed merrily, then went to the roadside to relax.
His purplish lips hummed a cheerful tune while gazing out at the endless sand, only to notice an unusual color appeared not far away in the desert.
A lump of white stuff, unknown what it was.
If it were green, he might suspect it was a tree or a cactus, but a white thing was either blown in by the wind or fell from the sky.
But the more he looked, the more it felt wrong, seeming like a human figure.
"Hey! Blondie, come over!" He raised his hand to call out.
Blondie was collecting empty bottles at the time, and after the hand inside the truck passed out all the empty bottles, he locked the door.
"What’s up?" Blondie walked impatiently toward Blackie.
When he reached the roadside, Blackie tapped his shoulder and pointed ahead, "What do you see there?"
"What?" Blondie followed the direction of Blackie’s finger and saw the lump of white. He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun and squinted.
He looked for a long time but couldn’t make out what it was.
So he shook his head, "What? Can’t see clearly. Is it trash from a plane?"
"Trash my ass, that’s a person," Blackie retorted.
"Come on, how could it be a person? That thing clearly fell from the sky; we’re deep in the desert now. How could anyone come here?"
After explaining, Blondie spread his hands and joked, "If it’s a person, falling from the sky, it must be a god or something."
"Forget it, don’t want to talk to you," Blackie shook his body, then tidied his clothes, extremely impatiently said, "Let’s get back in the car."
After getting back in the car, just about to start it, Blondie’s phone rang.
He opened it to see the screen flashing the name Brother Zhang. His face immediately broke into a smile, cleared his throat, and answered the call.
"Hello, Brother Zhang,"
His tone was very respectful, even Blackie stopped moving upon hearing this, leaned closer to Blondie’s ear, and became like a wooden statue, not moving at all.
After glaring at him, Blondie switched the phone to the other hand, listening for a while before nodding repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes..."
After several ’yes,’ the call was hung up, and Blondie put the phone down, his expression becoming somber.
"What’s up with all the ’yes’? Blackie had a curious expression like a blind bear sniffing a beehive, his eyes filled with curiosity and desire for the news.
Blondie pulled the hat on his head off and threw it onto the steering wheel, turned his head in anger, "Tight winds, let’s scram."
"Damn it!" Blackie said, pulled at his bare head, ready to throw it but realized he didn’t wear a hat today.
Then he grabbed Blondie’s hat from the steering wheel and put it on, then pulled it off, cursing while throwing it.
Afterward, the two fell silent. A few minutes later, Blackie turned to look at the remaining bottles of mineral water.
Only half a box was left, so he said, "What should we do? Wait here? Wasn’t there a fixed time?"
"Stop buzzing around! It’s annoying!"
"..."
Blackie looked out of the window, still curious about what the distant white thing was, so he said, "Anyway, there’s nothing to do. Let’s go and see what it is."
"Not going!" Blondie said disdainfully, "Are you bored? It’s just garbage. You have to go and look."
"Hey! Let’s make a bet. If it’s garbage, I’ll call you grandpa three times! My money, I’ll split half with you."
"Alright, let’s go." Blondie agreed immediately, feeling quite pleased inside.
Blackie is just like that, very curious and loves to bet but never wins against him.
He thought this time would be no exception.
The two strolled leisurely towards the white lump, getting closer and closer, a human figure appeared before them.
It startled both of them!
"Oh my god, it really is a person?" Blondie looked incredulously at Blackie, then shifted his gaze to the person on the ground.
Dressed in thick white clothes, a stunningly beautiful woman’s face appeared before them, her fair face red from the sun.
"What is she doing here?" Blackie crouched down, blocking most of the sunlight, and checked her breath with his hand, immediately looking happy, "She’s still alive!"
Blondie, on the other hand, was carefully examining the white clothes of Elliana Lyle.
"Hey! What are you thinking about?" Blackie raised his chin and asked.
Seeing Blondie’s serious expression, he also started to observe with him and asked, "What is this about? Seems like I’ve seen this thing somewhere."
Finally, Blondie had a sudden realization, nodding profoundly and giving his answer, "A spacesuit, she’s an astronaut!"
"Astronaut?" Blackie couldn’t wrap his head around it for a moment, thought for a while and asked, "The one that goes to space? How do you know?"
This question left Blondie at a loss for words, so he responded dismissively, "I’ve been to primary school, of course, I know."
Upon hearing the mention of school, Blackie seemed to understand immediately. In his worldview, Blondie’s words had a lot of credibility.
After all, he never went to school. He and Blondie were raised by foster fathers since childhood. Blondie was sent to study because he showed good behavior, whereas he wasn’t selected due to not being quite smart.
"Then should we take her back? She’s prettier than those inside the truck."
After hearing him, Blondie shook his head, rubbed his chin and said, "We can’t take her, she’s not an ordinary person."
"Why can’t we take her? Who knows where she fell from? Let’s take her with us, split the money fifty-fifty as extra cash."
After hesitating for a long time, Blondie couldn’t resist the temptation of money and slapped his thigh, saying, "Let’s move her!"
The two carried the unconscious Elliana Lyle to the side of the truck, with Blondie eventually opening the door halfway.
The sunlight instantly shone into the darkness, gradually revealing women tied up tightly one by one.
Only one woman wasn’t tied up, a relatively obedient one, squatting on the ground with a timid look in her eyes.
Everyone in the truck seemed like wilting carrot leaves, their gaze desperate and hollow. Even when the door opened, no one dared to look out.