The total distance from Karatu to Dodoma is 305 kilometers.
If you take the domestic highway, three hours is enough, including the time for restroom breaks in the service area.
However, the road conditions in TSNY are certainly not comparable to those in China. Especially the road facilities in the western inland part are still at the mountain level. It is common for the roads to be washed away when it rains.
Fortunately, we took Highway 104 heading south. Once we turned past Makuyuni, most of the remaining road was straight and flat. For the performance of off-road vehicles, it didn't make much difference whether there was a road or not.
Near the exit of Highway 144, two uniformed black policemen came out of a white house on the roadside in front of the left side of the SUV, waving stop signs in their hands.
Gu Lang already knew that there would be inspections when entering and exiting here, so without any surprises, he parked the car on the side of the road.
Rolling down the car window, Gu Lang saw a policeman approaching with a gun on his back and wearing a wide-brimmed hat.
"Hey, it's you!"
A certain anchor had a look of surprise and joy on his face.
The person who came to check was none other than the policeman Kumi, whom he had met once in the garrison camp in Karatu.
"Hehe, so you are on duty here, we are really destined to meet." Gu Laosan smiled and tried to get close to him.
Ku Mi looked at the car expressionlessly, and when his eyes swept over Wang Ping, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“You’re speeding!”
“Uh…” Gu Laosan’s smile froze on his face.
Speeding? I didn't go over 60 the whole way. Are you kidding me
Seeing that Gu Laosan didn't respond, Kumi knocked on the car door impatiently, pointed at Wang Ping, and said, "A fine of 150,000 shillings! In addition, you are carrying this thing on the road, which is considered transporting a special living thing, and you have to pay taxes!"
Gu Lang: …
Wang Ping: …Who the hell are you calling a piece of shit
Rows of "..." floated across the screen of the live broadcast room. Everyone thought that Gu Laosan had met an acquaintance, but the slap in the face came so fast like a tornado. In addition, African police are actually like this
With a gloomy look on his face, he took out a few RMB from his wallet and handed it over. Without even getting a ticket, Ku Mi waved his hand impatiently and told the person to get out.
With a dark face, he drove a few hundred meters further and turned at the intersection of Highway 104 and Highway 144. Gu Lang filled up half a tank of gas at the gas station on the northwest side of the intersection and ran to the pharmacy across the road to buy two rolls of bandages. Well, not for Wang Ping, but for himself.
Wang Ping's attacks were very steady, and all the places he hit were places that would not cause serious injuries or disfigurement, but would be very painful.
As a result, someone was grinning all the way, and now that he arrived at a pharmacy, he finally couldn't help but decide to pack some.
Although it was just a scratch and some shallow marks, it seemed a bit of an overreaction to bandage it. But as a man, as long as he didn't cry, he wouldn't be a coward. The bandage was just to make the journey easier, wasn't it
Wang Ping had calmed down by now. Perhaps he had finally gotten rid of his inner depression, and he didn't care about someone being fined maliciously. He was in the mood to eat grilled fish fillet, leaning on the passenger seat and watching the funny comments in the live broadcast room with great interest.
His favorite comments are from a guy named "I'm not a pomelo", who always asks the right questions.
For example, "Gu Laosan, were you beaten?", "Gu Laosan, you seem to be crying?", "Gu Laosan, are you afraid of pain?" and so on.
If it weren't for the fact that his hairy claws were difficult to operate right now, Wang Ping would have wanted to hire him an administrator for fun.
Every time Wang Ping saw someone's face turn black at these comments, he felt relieved. This can be considered an alternative way to adjust the mood, right
Luke and Jacob often warned the team members that this line of work would bring great psychological pressure. After each mission, no matter what the result was, they had to have their own way to vent their emotions.
Because of this, everyone in the three teams has their own unique hobbies.
Luke loves to go shooting at the gun club, Jacob loves deep-sea diving, and Anna loves to go horseback riding at her friend's ranch.
Wang Ping and the African guy Ilu in the team can be considered otakus. They just stay at home watching movies and playing games when they have nothing to do.
I can’t play games right now, but I can watch movies, right
Wang Ping swallowed the grilled fish fillet in his mouth, patted his greasy paws, jumped into Gu Lang's driver's seat, and tried to change the channel on the tablet computer.
In order not to damage the screen, Wang Ping struggled to spread his inflexible claws outward, trying to use the pads on his palms to operate it.
At this point, I envy cats a little bit, because they have a special meat naan on their claws. When not in use, the sharp claws can be folded up.
After trying for a long time, he didn't know if it was because the honey badger's claws were structured differently, but Wang Ping felt that his palm was pressing on the tablet, but there was no response.
Aren't the pads considered meat? But except for the claws, there are other places on my body where the flesh is not exposed.
Looking at the shadow of a badger reflected on the tablet screen, Wang Ping's gaze slowly moved from his nose with two Band-Aids on it.
He opened his mouth, stuck out his pink little tongue and looked at it, and a bold idea emerged in Wang Ping's mind.
He stuck out his tongue and tried to touch the tablet. He probably touched some recommended advertisement. The screen switched and a sweet-looking girl appeared on the screen, introducing a mountain delicacy. The screen of the live broadcast room was full of comments. I don't know how much better it is than Gu Lang, a lazy anchor.
feasible!
Wang Ping was excited to see the tablet finally respond. He stuck out his tongue again and moved closer to the tablet.
“Click…”
The door of the SUV opened, and Gu Lang, who had just finished shopping, was opening the door and preparing to get in.
Seeing Wang Ping sitting there, Gu Lang paused and subconsciously looked across at Wang Ping.
The scene in the car was a bit weird at this time.
I saw that Gu Lang's live broadcast room had been switched to a beautiful woman. A badger was standing in the driver's seat, tiptoeing and sticking out his tongue to get close to the screen.
"Uh... am I here at a bad time?"
If Gu Lang hadn't been afraid that the badger would get angry and scratch him a few bloody marks on the spot, he would have rolled on the ground laughing.
This kind of scene is hard to see again since I graduated from college and parted with my roommates. I didn't expect that Wang Ping would have such a "surprise".
Wang Ping was still a little unresponsive. When he saw Gu Lang coming back, he subconsciously retracted his tongue, turned around and jumped back into the passenger seat, pretending nothing had happened.
Using his tongue to operate the tablet in front of Gu Laosan was too embarrassing and too fantastical. He was afraid that Gu Laosan would be scared.
However, Gu Lang obviously didn't look like he was frightened.
Gu Lang got into the car with a smile on his face and closed the door. He looked at the "comrade" on the screen with a critical eye, then turned to Wang Ping and said, "So you like this one?"
What this one or that one
Wang Ping looked at him in confusion, then looked at the tablet. Recalling his actions just now, his face suddenly tightened.
Damn, Mr. Wang, what did you just do!
Wang Ping quickly raised his head, trying his best to look sincere, and then shook his head at Gu Lang.
Things are not what you think!
"dislike?"
Seeing the badger who usually ignored everything he said but shook his head seriously for the first time, Gu Lang looked at the name of the female anchor on the screen thoughtfully: Hu Li. Hmm, a very strange name, it sounds like a fox.
In fact, netizens in the live broadcast room have been calling the anchor "little fox". This "colleague" also responded with a smile.
She has a small round face, a pair of dimples when she smiles, fair skin, beautiful looks, and a pair of big eyes, which gives her a bit of a two-dimensional feel.
"Is it because of the similar face shape?" Gu Lang glanced at Wang Ping who was beginning to feel depressed. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Fuck! I denied it, why are you still laughing
Standing up and moving closer, Wang Ping pointed his paw at the female anchor on the screen, shaking his little head quickly.
I don't like her, really! Believe me, believe me!
"Hahaha…"
Gu Lang couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed so hard that he collapsed in his chair.
Wang Ping looked at Gu Lang depressedly as he laughed more and more vigorously. He picked up the grilled fish fillet next to him and slammed it hard on his face.
Laugh! Laugh, old man!