The Arctic.
The area near the Freedom Wings Base.
A Polar Bear was lying in wait on the ice, quietly watching a seal ahead.
As one of the Arctic's top predators, the Polar Bear had plenty of patience. Its white fur was the perfect camouflage.
When it lay still, foolish prey would simply overlook it.
After patiently waiting until the seal relaxed its guard, the Polar Bear quietly slipped into a nearby hole, bringing it beneath the sea.
The Polar Bear's plan was simple: swim underwater to the prey, then launch a sudden ambush.
Of course, this sort of maneuver succeeded at least five times out of ten.
A fifty percent chance was already quite impressive!
After swimming for a while, the Polar Bear saw a hole above it and climbed out.
Die, prey!
With a roar, it lunged toward its prey.
Then it suddenly discovered that the space before it was empty. The chubby prey was nowhere to be seen.
A seal's frightened cry came from behind. The Polar Bear turned around and realized that it had veered off course.
And it had veered quite far off course...
This was awkward.
The Polar Bear immediately sprinted away, using its actions to conceal its embarrassment. At this point, only the prey's blood could wash away its humiliation!
But just then, the ice beneath its feet suddenly shattered, and the Polar Bear plunged into the seawater.
Underwater, it saw a figure rapidly rising.
Almost instinctively, the Polar Bear scrambled onto the ice and then fled for its life.
The animal's instincts told it only to get as far away from that figure as possible.
Before long, the figure emerged from the seawater and arrived on the ice.
It was a red-haired man whose eyes gleamed with fox-wolf cunning. He glanced around,