"Ugh... Eureka, eureka, eureka, eureka..."
"I asked you before, and you said you don't get car sick."
Wang Lei, leaning against the wall at the entrance of the alley, vomited with a trembling voice, shivering all over as if struck with malaria, and actually looked a bit pitiful.
He was suffering internally because just now... was that even a car? It was more like a fighter jet. He had thought they were in for a long ride after getting onboard at the base, and had even volunteered to drive, but suddenly that beat-up car took off. He vaguely heard something about activating optical camouflage and reflective cloaking. Then his vision went black, and he felt as if he was almost crushed into the seat. When he had slightly recovered, he found himself above the clouds, traveling at a speed so astonishing that, within thirty seconds, he, who didn't get car sick, could hardly suppress the intense dizziness and almost threw up in the car.
