"Hey, sand rats, can you help place these spikes under their jeep's tires?"
Xu Ying took out steel tridents from her tool bag, "Or, if you can stab them in from the side, even better."
She wondered if the sand rats were strong enough.
Off-road tires are quite tough, especially the tread, whereas the sidewall is relatively weak.
[Oh, puncturing tires! We're good at doing such mischief!]
Sand Rat Boss waved his hand: [Brothers, follow me!]
The little sand rats picked up the spikes and swarmed towards the spies' direction.
Xu Ying watched through binoculars, observing the movements of the three spies from the shadows.
The three were busy packing up their equipment, not noticing what was happening by the jeep.
Once they finished, they hurriedly stuffed everything into the car and started the engine.
Anxious to escape, the driver floored the accelerator, only to find the car moved forward a bit, then completely stopped.
"Damn it, a flat tire! Quick, change the tire!"
