"Of course, this is the best snowmobile on the whole island."
After seeing off a satisfied Tony, the courtyard returned to silence.
Su Wei pushed the steel beast into the garage and parked it next to the black Raptor pickup truck.
One black and one green, two high-powered machines, filled this originally empty space.
Fortunately, snowmobiles don't take up too much space, otherwise they really wouldn't be able to be stored.
Su Wei looked at the garage, which was originally empty, but was now completely filled.
Both vehicles are the most coveted means of transportation for the hunters on the island, and also their best companions.
Su Wei felt a very strong sense of satisfaction.
But what followed was dissatisfaction with the garage.
"The garage is really too small."
Su Wei muttered something to himself, thinking that he would definitely make the garage very big in the future.
Otherwise, how would we store these good fellows?
Back inside, the warmth of the heating instantly dispelled the chill.
Cotton Candy was lying on the back of the sofa, its two front paws clasped together, its fluffy head resting on them, facing the door.
Seeing Su Wei come in, the little guy just lazily flicked his fluffy tail and twitched his pink nose, as if checking if he had brought back any treats.
"Stop looking, it only smells of bullets and engine oil."
Su Wei smiled and shook his head, took off his coat, hung it up, and carried the heavy equipment bag into the living room.
"Splash."
All the equipment was dumped onto the thick oak dining table.
A black gun case, gleaming yellow bullets, and a hunting knife with a cold, sharp edge.
Startled by the noise, Cotton Candy instantly bristled, leaping up from the sofa and darting to the mantelpiece, warily observing the cold, metallic objects on the table.
Su Wei ignored the cowardly fox.
Just then, my stomach rumbled.
After a whole morning of fussing around, plus the adrenaline rush from earlier, that bowl of scallion oil noodles was long gone.
He went into the kitchen.
There are still some leftover venison scraps in the refrigerator from yesterday. Although they are irregularly shaped, they are bright red in color and firm in texture.
Heat oil in a wok.
A hunter's lunch doesn't need to be plated.
Su Wei waited for the oil to heat up before throwing large chunks of venison directly into the scalding cast iron pot.
"Sizzle!"
A loud noise was accompanied by billowing blue smoke.
Fry over high heat to quickly lock in the juices.
Su Wei skillfully tossed the wok, sprinkled on some coarse salt, and then ground some black pepper.
Aside from these two ingredients, there are no fancy seasonings.
Two minutes later, the rich aroma of meat filled the entire room.
The venison has an enticing dark brown surface, with slightly curled edges and glistening fat.
Su Wei turned off the heat, picked up a piece with a fork, not afraid of getting burned, blew on it twice, and then took a big bite.
The scalding hot juices burst in your mouth, the coarse salt granules mixed with the unique gamey flavor of venison, without any fishy or gamey taste, and a sense of satisfaction slides into your stomach.
"Eek..."
I felt a scratching sensation at my feet.
Cotton Candy had somehow teleported down from the fireplace and was now pawing at Su Wei's trouser leg with its two front paws, its head tilted back, its dark eyes fixed on the piece of meat, and a trace of suspicious, glistening liquid even hanging from the corner of its mouth.
"Not scared now?"
Su Wei chuckled and gently pushed it aside with his toe.
"Is that something you can eat? It's all salt; it'll make you molt and get sick. I won't be responsible for you then."
Despite saying that, he still turned around, cut a piece of raw venison without any seasoning from the refrigerator, and threw it into its special food bowl.
"Click."
Cotton Candy moved incredibly fast, snatched the meat, and ran to the fireplace without looking back, letting out a low growl of possessiveness, as if afraid Su Wei would change his mind.
It certainly knows how to enjoy itself, roasting itself by the fire while savoring a delicious lunch.
Su Wei looked at its silly appearance and couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.
What a silly fox.
After a quick bite to fill his stomach, Su Wei returned to the dining table.
He picked up the Ruger Super Redhawk.
Sink.
This is my first impression.
This gun weighs 1.5 kilograms, and holding it feels like holding a solid iron brick.
The gun's body gleamed with a cold, hard metallic sheen, and its massive revolving cylinder spoke volumes about its destructive power.
Su Wei pulled a.454 Casull caliber bullet out of the box.
This caliber of bullet is extremely expensive; a box of 20 costs a whopping $80, which is $4 per bullet.
These bullets are significantly longer than ordinary pistol bullets, and their flat-nosed design looks malicious.
Click.
The spinning wheel is thrown out.
Su Wei loaded the bullets into the magazine one by one.
The sound of metal rubbing against metal is crisp and seamless.
After loading, he suddenly flicked his wrist.
"Click!"
The wheel returns to its original position.
Su Wei held the gun in both hands, aiming it at the snowy field outside the window. The muscles in his arms bulged slightly from the weight.
[Detected to possess Ruger Super Redhawk, Hunting Module compatibility in progress...]
[Based on the host's strength attributes, a two-handed grip is recommended. Current recoil estimate: Extremely high. Warning: Shooting with one hand may result in a wrist fracture.]
A pale blue system notification flickered in his field of vision.
Su Wei did not fire a shot; he was simply getting used to the weight.
He had to get used to this heaviness until it became part of his arm.
Next up was the brand-new Alaska Harpoon Survival Knife.
The blade is incredibly thick, with serrations on the back, making it not only useful for skinning but also potentially as a crowbar in critical situations.
Su Wei was carefully wiping the rust-preventive oil off the knife with a soft cloth.
"Buzz"
Suddenly, the distinctive noise of an old-fashioned diesel engine came from afar, accompanied by the sputtering vibration of the exhaust pipe.
The sound grew louder as it approached, and soon it reached the doorway.
Su Wei paused, then put down the knife.
Through the window, the familiar old black pickup truck, covered in mud and snow, was parked in the middle of the yard.
Black has arrived.
The car door opened.
The old hunter didn't rush to get out of the car. Instead, he first pulled out a yellowed roll of canvas from the back seat before stepping out of the car.
He was still wearing that gray windbreaker, his military boots were covered in mud, his face remained cold and hard, and he exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.
Su Wei opened the door.
A cold wind rushed in, instantly dissipating some of the warmth inside the room.
Black walked into the room, bringing with him a chill. His gaze swept over the weapons and equipment scattered on the table, and his nose twitched, as if he could still smell the venison or gun oil from earlier.
Finally, his gaze fell on the equipment that Su Wei Weixin had purchased on the table.
"Looks like you didn't spend your money on those girly decorations."
Black casually tossed the rolled-up canvas onto the table with a dull thud.