Prehistoric Physical Salvation and a Snowfield Convertible
Sing Sing rubbed his hands together and pointed at the broken-legged Flame Mutants in the snow pit. "Xiao Da, bring that fire-wielding guy over. Our transportation depends entirely on this portable incinerator."
Confused, Darwin walked over, grabbed him by the back of his collar, and pulled him over.
"This guy has a broken leg, what are you going to do with him?"
Sing Sing Chow chuckled, squatted down, and patted his face. "What's your name?"
"Smith... Smith White!"
"Very good, Agent Smith. Now you have a broad road ahead of you. See those towering pine trees over there?"
Smith followed his gaze and nodded.
"Go, use your abilities to melt all the ice and snow on the tree trunks. If the good timber is burned..."
Even though Smith was trembling with pain, he dared not disobey and could only move towards the edge of the tree.
A crimson flame ignited at his fingertips, cautiously baking the frozen, hardened tree bark.
The snow quickly melted into water droplets that fell to the ground.
Sing Sing drew his Pig Butchering Knife, and the blade flashed, sending wood chips flying like raindrops!
The blade cuts into the wood following its grain.
In just a few minutes, a tree as thick as two people could hug was transformed into several flat, thick wooden planks.
"See this craft? It's the perfect combination of art and productivity!"
A speechless Darwin still didn't understand what he was trying to do—why cut down trees in the freezing cold?
Turning to the other side, well! The Moon-Boy was also working enthusiastically.
He pried open the helicopter wreckage with his bare hands and pulled out the still relatively intact engine.
They then crawled into the wreckage of the RV and found cables and safety belts.
The actions were brutal yet efficient, relying entirely on some kind of intuition.
He fixed the damaged helicopter tail rotor to the engine drive shaft and tied it with cables to the Raft base that Sing Sing had just carved.
Finally, pull out the rubber hose, one end connected to the remaining aviation fuel tank, and the other end inserted directly into the engine carburetor.
"Buzz!"
The Moon-Boy pulled a starter rope, and the engine spewed out black smoke.
Thus, a post-apocalyptic punk-style "snow hovercraft" was born in the icy wilderness.
Darwin was stunned. Wait, this thing can actually be hand-made?
Sing Sing gave a thumbs-up, his face full of admiration. "Our 749 Bureau needs this kind of versatile talent with exceptional practical skills."
The Raft has been modified and everything is ready.
A biting wind howled, Smith slumped in the tree pit, his face blue with cold, staring at Sing Sing with a desperate will to survive.
"Xiao Da, what do you think we should do with him?" Sing Sing was also looking the prisoner up and down.
"Slitting his throat directly would be too violent and completely contradict our 749 Bureau's corporate culture of winning people over with virtue. But if we take him along, this the Raft will definitely be overloaded."
Darwin suggested, "Why don't we strip naked and stay here? He's a fire-type ability user anyway; he can generate his own heat and hold out for a while."
Smith breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this; at least he wouldn't be killed.
Once this group leaves, I can secretly contact Silver Peak's people to take me away...
The two are having in-depth discussions about an economically viable solution for dealing with prisoners of war.
The Moon-Boy walked up to Smith, raised the deer leg bone given to him by Sasquatch, and smashed it down.
Smack!
Without his head, Smith fell straight down, bidding farewell to this cold world forever.
The Moon-Boy shouldered the blood-stained deer leg bone, his expression innocent and open.
He turned to the two stunned men and explained in a simple tone, "He's badly injured and walks slowly, which will inevitably attract predatory beasts. He's a completely useless tool."
"In our tribe, carrying broken tools will only slow down the whole team and eventually kill everyone. Smashing them is the safest thing to do."
Sing Sing swallowed hard, his tone full of admiration. "Your underlying logic is even more concise and efficient than that of those capitalists on Wall Street. You're a rare talent, a once-in-a-lifetime genius!"
The three set off, jumping onto the wildly handcrafted the Raft.
Sing Sing stood at the very front, gripping a tree branch that served as a steering wheel.
Darwin huddled in the middle, his skin undulating, hardening into a thick layer of armor to withstand the oncoming, knife-like wind.
The Moon-Boy sat at the rear, controlling the engine throttle.
"Hold on tight, everyone, let's go!"
The Moon-Boy floored the accelerator, and the Raft launched itself off the snow, hurtling into the vast snowstorm with a violent surge of power.
Sing Sing bravely maintained his upright posture despite the blizzard.
"That's true romance for men!" Sing Sing roared against the wind.
Darwin prayed desperately that the Raft wouldn't break apart halfway through the journey.
As the distance decreases, the wind and snow tend to weaken.
An hour later, the outline of a large cluster of buildings appeared on the distant horizon.
As they drew closer to the Alpha Flight's base, the rickety engine of the snow the Raft gave out first.
The Moon-Boy tightened the bolts all the way and added two more fixations to the drive shaft, but the wooden frame would still shake three times with every rotation of the tail rotor.
Sing Sing grabbed the directional stick made from a tree branch, studied it carefully for a few seconds, and then made a professional judgment.
"Based on my years of experience driving pork stall tricycles, this luxury vehicle can last another five minutes."
Darwin was somewhat speechless. "Has your tricycle ever been fitted with a helicopter engine?"
"The core of any mode of transportation is wheels and an engine; the rest is a consumerist trap."
"We don't even have wheels."
So we saved on tire costs.
Darwin gritted his teeth and decided to stop discussing mechanical common sense with him.
A blinding white light shone through the snowstorm ahead.
The beam of light struck from the side, and a sonic boom cloud spread through the air.
"What the hell is this? Using high beams without signaling?!" Sing Sing only managed to shout half a sentence.
"Bang—Crack!"
The high-pressure airflow carried by the white light directly flattened the blizzard in front of them, and incidentally disintegrated the Raft in mid-air.
The helicopter that had performed the great service was belching thick black smoke as it spun and crashed into the snow.
Darwin let out a scream. His body mutated rapidly during free fall, and he bounced twice like a rubber ball upon hitting the ground, but was unharmed.
Sing Sing and the Moon-Boy weren't so lucky; the two of them, upside down, voluntarily pulled their heads out of the snowdrift.
Sing Sing looked up at the sky, his eyes unusually serious as he scrutinized the scene.
The wind and snow were forcibly pushed aside by some force, creating a vacuum zone.
The white light that shattered their vehicle made a sharp angle turn back dozens of meters in the sky before hovering steadily less than ten meters from the ground.
The blinding photon energy gradually subsided, revealing a man dressed in a black and white bodysuit.
He crossed his arms and looked down at the three people on the ground.
A visible force field surrounded the man's body, preventing the falling snow from getting even a fraction of a second closer.
"Regardless of which underground organization you belong to, and regardless of how you got through the outer defenses."
"This is the Alpha Flight's special defense zone. Put down your weapons, identify yourselves, and state your intentions. Otherwise, the next strike will pierce your kneecaps."