Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

Click! Click!

Five people sat around in the camp tent, with stiff winter clothes hanging around them.

The firewood was crackling and burning, and a warm orange light illuminated the surroundings.

The cold wind outside the window was still howling, as if someone was whispering outside.

The wind and snow inside the tent and outside were divided into two completely different worlds.

"Phew! Finally alive!"

Fingel was wearing a warm down jacket and a thickened military coat. He took a sip of hot soup with trembling hands, sat in front of the fire and let out a sigh of relief.

"Teacher Jiang, junior brother, would you like a sip?" 'Gou Xiong' glanced at the hot soup reluctantly, and then handed it to Jiang Shouyun and Chu Zihang.

"No, thank you." Jiang Shouyun waved his hand without raising his head, looking down at the report.

"Thank you." Chu Zihang took the hot soup from Fingel and took a sip without minding that the other person drank it.

After the hot wine went down, a wave of warmth arose, dispelling the chill caused by the severe cold.

Bang bang! Click!

Someone knocked on the tent door, but before they could answer, the man had already pushed the door open and came in.

The brief warmth escaped from the tent, and some heat was quickly taken away by the cold wind.

"Hey, why does it smell so good?"

Caesar quickly closed the door, wrapped himself tightly in his cold-weather clothes, and looked at them with wide eyes.

Hearing this, Fingel subconsciously protected the hot soup in his arms.

It made him look like a big bear guarding his food.

However, the real bear was now mounted in the oil furnace.

"Wait a moment." Karl sprinkled the seasoning on the oily steak and smiled, "It'll be ready soon."

No one originally expected that this barbaric bear steak grilled in bear fat would be delicious, but when the smell of burnt meat filled the air in the tent, even Caesar, who was used to eating delicacies from all over the world, swallowed his saliva.

Chu Zihang, who was looking through the documents and reports, also raised his head and looked seriously at the beautiful bear paw.

Although the home-cooked food tasted good by the aunt hired by the family, she couldn't bear the thought of having a very unreliable and childish mother at home.

After returning home from home economics class every week, I have to roll up my sleeves and show off my skills. As a result, when making egg fried rice, I always add half a bag of salt and MSG.

When he tried to taste it for the first time with an expressionless face, he felt that he almost died at the hands of his own mother. At least it was a permanent taste injury, the kind that can directly assess the disability level.

Therefore, his habit is to eat until he is full, and he has never satisfied his appetite.

"Okay, okay." Alyosha cut up the bear meat with a smile, distributed it to everyone, and said proudly, "Have a taste of the captain's cooking. He hasn't cooked for a long time."

Although Jiang Shouyun was not very hungry, he took it politely.

The three of them slowly cut the bear meat with knives and forks and chewed it carefully, which was in sharp contrast to Fingel who was holding the steak and devouring it.

"Commissioner Karl, when will we go to the scene to take a look?" Jiang Shouyun asked coldly.

"Let's wait until the storm subsides a little."

Karl took off his gloves, sat cross-legged in front of the fire, and whispered back: "The weather is really bad now, and it makes me feel a little uneasy inexplicably."

When he said these words, his voice was a little heavy.

"Is it because it's very similar to what happened seven or eight years ago?" Alyosha said casually.

Fingel shuddered, but only for a short moment before he bit into the bear meat again.

He looked like he was reincarnated by a starving ghost. Those who didn't know better thought he had a grudge against a bear.

"What's going on?" Jiang Shouyun glanced at him and seemed to ask casually.

"...It's nothing." After hesitating for a moment, Karl smiled and shook his head, "The weather here is the most unpredictable. It's still good weather when we set out. Maybe we go out for a walk and encounter a snowstorm and never come back."

"In a snowstorm of this magnitude, if you are really disoriented, the heat will be lost quickly and it will quickly turn into an ice pimple."

After that, as if to hide his inner emotions, he grabbed Bodega and raised his head and took a sip.

It can be seen that he seemed to have been lost in the wind and snow, and he still has lingering fears when he thinks about it.

"Senior Brother Carl said that he is Ace...well, Inuit, right?" Fingel raised his head and asked curiously, "Is this kind of weather rare?"

"Yeah." Karl looked down at the wine bottle and said softly, "I've only seen it once."

Hearing this, Caesar, who had been away for a while, glanced at Karl in surprise.

To some extent, the Inuit are also from Asia.

Thousands of years ago, the last migratory army of mankind set out from Asia, crossed the Bering Strait and headed for the hinterland of America. It encountered the pursuit, interception and brutal killing of Indians.

Finally retreating to the Arctic Circle, the Indians stopped hunting.

The Inuit don't like people calling them "Eskimos" because this term comes from the language of their enemies, the Algonquin Indian tribe, which means "raw meat eaters."

"Inuit" is their name, which means "human beings".

However, due to living in the polar environment for a long time, they are different from the yellow people in Asia.

They are generally short and stocky, with black and straight hair, slender eyes, wide noses with downward curved nose tips, wide face plates, and thick subcutaneous fat.

The thick and short body can protect against the cold, while the small eyes can prevent the glare of polar ice and snow from irritating the eyes.

Karl looks like a man whose chest muscles are as big as Caesar's, and it's completely impossible to tell that he is actually an Inuit from the Arctic.

"Okay, let's wait until the storm subsides before we set off. We can rest here for a while." Jiang Shouyun nodded and accepted Karl's suggestion.

"Ahem, us?" Hearing this, Fingel opened his mouth wide with a mouth full of sauce, and cautiously tried, "This we, shouldn't include mules, right?"

"Of course...including you." Jiang Shouyun glanced at him with a smile but not a smile: "We are a group, classmate Fingel."

"But I'm just a logistics errand boy." Fingel blinked and argued, "Even though I'm so strong, I'm actually just fat, which will only hold me back."

"More meat? That would be even better." Caesar intervened in the conversation and played with the taste. "If we encounter polar bears then, I will keep you here. After feeding them, we will be safe."

Chu Zihang on the side rarely reached a consensus with him, and nodded expressionlessly like a cool guy.

"What a sin." Seeing this, Fingel felt that the meat in his hand was no longer fragrant, and even suddenly became a little bit toothy.

"Then you go to bed early, we won't disturb you." Karl smiled, packed his things, and left the tent with Alyosha.

Jiang Shouyun ignored Fingel who was hesitant to speak, wiped his hands, got into his sleeping bag and closed his eyes.

Caesar and Chu Zihang also got into their sleeping bags and put their weapons under their heads. After eating and drinking, exhaustion rushed over their bodies, and they quickly fell asleep after closing their eyes.

Whether it's Chu Zihang, who has met Jiang Shouyun a long time ago and killed Deadpool, or Caesar, a young man who has been raised in wealth since birth, their styles are very obviously different from before. .

There are fewer words to argue with each other, the time to think is much longer, the actions are much more efficient, and I feel more and more like a qualified warrior.

The only one is Fingel, a loser...

"How long are you going to keep pretending?" Jiang Shouyun lay on his side and sighed in his heart.