"Come on, what kind of gasoline is added?" Jiang Hai was stunned for a moment when he heard about it and asked Malen strangely.

"That's right, aviation gasoline is much more expensive than gasoline, but you can only add this one." Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Muren Rupert thought for a moment, turned his head to Jiang Hai and then started the engine, and the main and deputy lost the election began to rotate.

The lift then increased, and Jiang Hai and others took directly out of the ground and headed towards a gas station not far from them.

Gasoline is naturally divided into different levels. Good ones are purer, and cheaper ones are thinner. Of course, it does not mean that all cars can use good oil. There are some poor cars. If they use good oil, the car will also be broken.

If some better cars use bad oil, the cars will also be broken.

Although Jiang Hai didn't know much about gasoline, he also bought a car after all, so he still had some understanding of gasoline on the US side. Cars on the US side are calculated by gallons, not by raising.

In most areas of the United States, a gallon of gasoline is not higher than two US dollars, while a gallon is about 3.78 liters. It is said that the price of oil in the United States is cheap. You can also see that one or two of them are equivalent to one or two liters. In a liter, it is about fifty cents. If you change it to a soft girl, it will cost about three yuan. Of course, this refers to the worst gasoline price.

The so-called gasoline label here is also different from the 93 and 97 that we are more common in China.

The labels here are No. 87, No. 89 and No. 93, No. 87 is regular (standard), No. 89 is private LV (silver), No. 93 is gold (gold quality), and it is not as good as domestic 93 and 97. This does not mean that domestic gasoline is better than that of the US.

On the contrary, the domestic algorithms are different. The domestic No. 97 gasoline is roughly equivalent to the No. 87 of the US imperial examination here.

Usually Jiang Hai would go to the gas station to refuel, but he really had never added a label other than these gasolines.

Perhaps he saw Jiang Hai's doubts. When Muren Rupert was driving the plane, Bell explained to Jiang Hai the issue of aviation fuel in his headset. aviation fuel is a special equipment for refueling the plane.

For those passenger planes, they all have this kind of oil added, and the so-called fuel fee in China also refers to this.

Generally speaking, aviation gasoline is used, and better aviation kerosene is used. However, kerosene is like diesel in gasoline. Although it is strong, it damages the machine. Unless it is a large aircraft, it will not be added under normal circumstances.

Jiang Hai's plane is filled with aviation gasoline, which is available in many gas stations in the United States.

The location is in the middle of Jiang Hai and Boston Airport. It takes only ten minutes to drive, but it is faster to fly. It takes a few minutes to arrive, because I have added some fuel here yesterday. It is also easy to get there.

After explaining the purpose of the trip, the staff at the gas station went to prepare the air petrol.

Jiang Hai and others also got off the plane and stood around the plane chatting.

At this moment, a convoy suddenly drove from a distance. Jiang Hai and others were also attracted by the roaring engine sound. As everyone looked up, they found that there were really a lot of convoys.

There are six or seven cars, and these cars are not ordinary cars, SUVs, or Jiang Hai's pickup trucks.

Jiang Hai looked around and knew the two cars in front. Judging from the car logo, it should be Lu Hu, but he didn't know the other cars.

"It's all civilian armored vehicles. Boss, you go back to the station first." Compared to Jiang Hai and Bell, you have to see it much more clearly.

After all, he had been dealing with such a car for many years, so he said to Jiang Hai, then climbed back to the plane's driving compartment, and took out a Boreta 92f from the partition in front and put it in the gun bag on his legs.

This is not to say whether these people are hostile, but to say that they are always guarding against others.

The number of shootings in the United States every year is not just a string of numbers. The precautions that should be taken must also be taken.

I don’t know if I saw Jiang Hai and the others, or the convoy also had to refuel, the car in front turned on the turn signal and drove towards the gas station. As the car drove to the entrance of the gas station, it lined up to add fuel.

Looking at the big monsters, Jiang Hai was also wondering whether he should buy this car, it seems to be more capable than f650.

While Jiang Hai was still studying there, a man got off the passenger seat of the last car in the convoy.

However, as soon as the man came, Jiang Hai noticed the gun he also placed on his leg, the Desert Eagle with a caliber of 50. Because Jiang Hai also had one, he saw him say a few words to the people in the car and walked towards Jiang Hai and the others.

As the man approached, Jiang Hai and the others also noticed the man's appearance.

This man looked about two meters away. He was a very tall white man with a circle of beard on his face. Although it was not long, he was also very personality. He was wearing a camouflage dress and a green hat on his head. Uh, if it weren't for that green hat, he might have given people a stronger feeling.

But now, Jiang Hai feels that this person has a big heart. If something big happens in his family, he still has the leisure to come out to play... Of course, the American Empire actually has no such statement.

"Is there anything wrong?" Seeing the big man walking over, Bell's eyes narrowed. The recent things in the manor forced him to deal with them carefully, so when this person was about ten meters away from them, he shouted.

"Oh, that's it. I want to ask, how far is it from here to Mount Alabachia?" Hearing Bale's words, the great man naturally knew the habits of the American Empire. Since the other party was so far away, he asked you, that was the meaning of not wanting you to get closer, so he took the initiative to stop and said to Bale.

"You have gone to the wrong place. Going forward is Winthrop. Fortunately, it's not too late for you to turn around now. It will take about three hours to drive from here." Hearing the big man's words, Bell also said to him.

"Oh my God, I knew I was going wrong. Paul, you bastard, you took the wrong way!" Hearing Bell's words, the stunning man couldn't help but pat his forehead helplessly, then turned his head and shouted at the first car that had been finished.

Hearing his words, the person in the driving position of the car jumped down. He was also a white man, who looked about forty years old, but compared to this man, this man was much quieter. He was about 1.75 meters tall, with short golden hair, white skin, a clean shaved beard on his face, and a pair of glasses. His clothes were just a loose shirt.

After hearing this person's words, the middle-aged man hurried over with a map.

"Shut up Will, sorry, can you tell us where we are now?" Looking at the angry man, the middle-aged man couldn't help but shout, then came to Bell with a smile and took the map to see it for him.

Bell saw this person early in the morning and only let him get close to him after he found out that this person was not carrying a weapon.

After taking the map, Bell looked at it on it and pointed out their current location.

"Oh, damn, I've been so biased..." Looking at the location on the map, the middle-aged man said helplessly.

"Oh my God, I definitely can't get there tonight. I'd better find a place nearby to rest for one night and then talk about it tomorrow." Hearing Bell say that it would take three hours to go there, the white man couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

It's already past three o'clock in the afternoon, and it's past six o'clock when I get there. I have to set up camp and place tents in a dark environment? I feel a little panicked when I think about it.

"Hey, buddy, where are you going?" Hearing the words of this great man, Jiang Hai walked to him. After confirming that these people were not hostile, Jiang Hai also relaxed a lot. He always remembered that there were no mountains near Boston, but this guy clearly said that he was going to. Could it be that he had heard it wrong?

"We are going to go to the Alabachian Mountains and go hunting there!" Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Will smiled and said, while patting the sand eagle that was placed on his lap.

"Hunting?" As soon as he heard about hunting, Jiang Hai's eyes suddenly lit up again. He had not hunted before. Well, if he had counted the time he caught turkeys, he had hunted, and he had never hunted before.

Now that he heard Will's words, Jiang Hai's eyes lit up instantly.

"Yes, hunting can also be considered as burning guns. We are all from the Firearms Association and the Wild Survival Association. We regularly organize some people to survive in the wild, hunt, live in tents, etc., and feel nature!" It seemed that Jiang Hai was very interested, and Will here also explained with Jiang Hai.

In Will's words, they would organize such a wild survival every month, or a month and a half.

Of course, survival in the wild in the United States is different from that in domestic travelers. Because environmental protection is stronger, it is actually quite dangerous in many places where the United States survives in the wild. In addition to humans, wild animals are also a big problem.

According to Will, once they went to Alaska, where he had hunted a polar bear.

Of course, when you go into the mountains, you just hunt rabbits, wild boars, deer, etc., but even these little things are very interesting. After all, he has never even hunted these little things. Thinking of it, he couldn't help but look back at Fuyuan, and found that Fuyuan's eyes were brighter. Although it was interesting to go out to sea to fish, take helicopters, ride horses, shoot fish, etc., how could hunt be fun? (To be continued.)
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