As he spoke, he pulled out a crowbar, jack, tire patches and a pile of other tools in quick succession. "Twenty minutes at most and it'll be done, won't delay today's schedule."
"Alright." Liu Bi immediately arranged, "You patch the tire, Cheng Ye handles security, I'll go check the stretch we just drove over. My guess is there's more of this stuff."
Skill breeds courage; saying this, he followed the tracks in the dirt, walking in the direction the armored vehicle had just come from.
If there were more caltrops, he'd bury them on the way, so no one else would get hit later.
"Brother Niu, need a hand?" Cheng Ye crouched down too, his gaze falling on the damaged tire.
If he were alone, he could spend a few Action Points and fix the tire in an instant, but right now he was out with an old hand from logistics—better to learn and do more.
