"Damn it! Why did such a guy suddenly come out at this time?"

A middle-aged white man with blonde hair and a wrinkled white shirt walked down from the truck that was hurrying to brake. He looked at Zhu Jue, who was already anxious, and his brows were already curled into a ball.

"Hey, it's okay!" The middle-aged man walked into Zhu Jue's side, helped Zhu Jue, who was bleeding from his head, and patted his cheek and said.

"Where did you get the driver's license?" Zhu Jue stretched out his arm and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a little difficulty and said, "If you don't drive the headlights at night, you still have a speed of more than 70 yards per hour... Could it be that you are driving a dirt bike now?"

"Looking at how you look, you can't die..." The middle-aged man saw that Zhu Jue was hit by a truck and still had the energy to complain. His originally frown brows also relaxed a little, but the anxious look on his face was still, "How about it, can you walk?"

"If you have the ability... try to get loaded by a truck and jump around?" Zhu Jue looked at his legs. Even though he was much stronger than ordinary people now, he seemed to have broken a bone in the impact just now.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man quickly turned around and looked at the dark street behind him, as if something was chasing him. Then he gritted his teeth, pulled Zhu Jue's arm and put it on his neck, helped Zhu Jue to the passenger seat of the truck, and then got in the car himself, started and hurriedly continued to rush the road.

"When I arrive at the next town with a hospital in the daytime, I will take you out of the car." As he said, he quickly stepped on his truck accelerator to the bottom. Regardless of the lessons from the car accident just now, the middle-aged man took out a few bundles of green US dollars from the storage cabinet next to him and stuffed them in front of Zhu Jue. "Sorry, I will use these as treatment expenses at that time. If there is still some left, I will compensate you. I still have very important things to do. I can't stay and get entangled with the police or the hospital."

"Damn it, there are tens of thousands of dollars. Are the truck drivers of the US imperial examinations all rich people?"

"This truck driver is a good person. If you are in the Heavenly Kingdom, you will definitely have to crush it a few more times to avoid being trapped by the injured."

"Don't use everything to blacken the sky, okay? And the truck driver had a problem at first glance. He seemed to be being chased by someone, maybe he was a fugitive or something. Otherwise, who would have loaded tens of thousands of dollars in his car for nothing?"

...

Layers of barrage still floated past Zhu Jue's eyes without stopping, but Zhu Jue has regarded this phenomenon as a recurrence of the disease that he had not had in many years. He indifferently threw several bundles of US dollars that the driver had stuffed to him and threw them under the windshield, and then took out a bandage and wrapped it around his injured leg. This bandage was a special treatment bandage he exchanged in the N space before. It requires about ten points per meter. As long as the wound is bandaged, the healing speed of the wound will be accelerated. In addition, Zhu Jue's physical condition is much stronger than that of ordinary people, so it will not take long for the fracture to heal quickly.

"Ahem, there is no need to talk about money, it hurts feelings." Zhu Jue put on the bandage and picked up the US dollars again. He received it in his own space, then turned his head and asked the middle-aged man beside him, "Don't you mind if I ask what your name is?"

"...Sam." After the middle-aged man was silent for a moment, he finally said a name that sounded like a pseudonym, "Just call me Tom... Is your body really okay?"

"I can't die." Zhu Jue patted his chest, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood because of the trauma of internal organs. Then he decisively wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth again, picked up the bandage and wrapped it around his chest twice. He smiled at Tom who looked at him with a strange expression and said, "I'm getting a lot of blood pressure recently, so it's much more comfortable to spit a few times. Hello Tom, my name is Jerry... No, my name is Zhu Jue. You drive so urgently, is there anything you need to do?"

"...It's not your business. And my name is Sam, not Tom." It seems that the man who calls himself Sam is not willing to talk about this topic. Judging from his attitude, if it weren't for him hitting Zhu Jue, he might have planned to get Zhu Jue off at this time.

"Tsk, I'm just asking." Zhu Jue asked about other topics indifferently when he saw Sam's discomfort, "Where is this?"

"Nevada Basin National Highway..." Sam said, looking out the window outside the car. At this time, the whole truck had already driven out of the town just now. Although there were no street lights along the way, the starlight in the sky also vaguely illuminated the surroundings. This was a desert land that looked lifeless at first glance, which felt quite like some scenes in American western films.

"Well... can you say it more specifically?" Zhu Jue had no idea about where the big basin was, so he continued to ask, "I'm not very familiar with the United States."

"Are you... a smuggler?" Sam looked at Zhu Jue's East Asian appearance and thought of his name again. The expression on his face was still very ugly. "Forget it, it doesn't matter... Las Vegas is about three hundred miles south, but I won't enter that place. I will put you on the edge of Las Vegas when it's dawn. Then you can stop a car and see a doctor."

"How can you suspect that I am a smuggler?" Zhu Jue seemed to be quite dissatisfied with what Sam said, "I have been to the United States before... Well, what's the name of that place...Phil Grande? Yes, that's where."

Hearing Zhu Jue's words, Sam suddenly looked at Zhu Jue with a look of suspicion: "Are you talking about the town called Phil Grande next to the Yellowstone Volcano in Idaho north of Nevada? The gathering point of Irish people who migrated from the East Coast?"

"Although I don't know where you are talking about... there are indeed many Irish people there. That's a good place, with beautiful mountains and rivers, tentacles and human heads, and curious luoli... " Zhu Jue showed a look full of memories. That was his first mission after entering N Space.

"That place was almost completely destroyed by an earthquake more than 30 years ago, and it was all submerged by the volcanic activities of the Yellowstone Volcano twenty years ago... You are only in your early twenties, how could you have been there..." Sam's skeptical expression became even stronger.

"You guys, why do you care so much about those details..." Zhu Jue looked like you, so boring, "Well... it turns out that there has been completely destroyed? If you have the chance, I really want to go back and take a look."

But Sam still looked at Zhu Jue suspiciously and said, "Phil Grande... that place has never been marked on the map. How did you know... Wait, if ordinary people are hit by a truck, they shouldn't be in your mental state no matter how they think..."

"I said don't care! I'm just a man who is used to being hit by a car." Zhu Jue waved at Sam, and then turned to the topic of the mission that he had been confused after entering this mission world. "By the way, have you ever heard of what the Golden Stone is?"

With a squeak, Sam stepped on the brakes hard and drew a long charred tire mark on the deserted highway.

"Can't you remind me before suddenly brake?" Because you didn't wear a seat belt, Zhu Jue hit the windshield in front of you in the sudden brake just now, and couldn't help but rub his head and complain to Sam beside him.

But Sam took out a pistol from under his seat and pointed it straight at Zhu Jue's nose.

"Tell me, who you are, what does it have to do with that Japanese!"
Chapter completed!