"If it's for skinning, it's too thick. But if it's for self-defense, it can pierce a bear's ribs."
Black put the lid on the flask and stood up.
Go to bed early. Don't drink tonight, and don't think about women.
The old hunter walked to the door, placed his hand on the doorknob, and paused for a moment.
He didn't turn back.
" Su Wei."
"Um?"
"Don't die there tomorrow. I don't want to find another apprentice; it's too much trouble, and besides..."
He paused.
"There aren't many people as resilient as you."
After he finished speaking, the door was pulled open, and wind and snow rushed in before it was slammed shut.
Su Wei stood there, looking at the tightly closed door, then at the map on the table covered with red markings, a helpless smile playing on his lips.
This old man's way of showing concern is really awkward.
The sound of an engine outside rose again, then gradually faded into the distance and disappeared into the vast snowfield.
The only sounds in the room were the ticking of the wall clock and the crunching of Cotton Candy gnawing on a bone under the sofa.
Su Wei picked up the.454 bullet; the cold metallic touch quickly cooled his feverish brain.
He walked to the window and looked at the darkening sky outside.
The nights in Alaska always pass so quickly.
The gale seemed to have stopped, and a crack appeared in the clouds, revealing a few cold stars that coldly watched over the earth.
He sat back on the sofa, staring at the flickering flames in the fireplace.
His eyes sparkled.
tomorrow.
Bear Hunt!
Chapter 118 The roar of the giant bear is imminent, the shadow of death looms over the snowfield (5400 words, please subscribe)
The fire in the fireplace gradually dimmed, leaving only a few dark red embers, panting in the ashes.
Su Wei stopped staring at the fire, took out his phone, and dialed Aruk's number.
"Dudududu"
It rang only twice before the call was answered.
The background noise was very loud, with sounds of metal clashing violently, and Old Kash directing the moving of some heavy object.
Hey bro!
Aruk's booming voice instantly erupted.
"I'm oiling my old hunting rifle, a treasure passed down from my grandfather, you know? It's shinier than my girlfriend's skin! What's wrong, too nervous to sleep about tomorrow's operation?"
"If you can't get up tomorrow, then you should be worried."
Su Wei calmly interrupted his excitement.
" Black just left. The plan is set: depart from here promptly at 5:00 AM tomorrow."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
"Five o'clock? Su Wei, are you kidding me? That means we have to drive the car into your yard by 4:30?"
Aruk let out a bloodcurdling scream.
"Good heavens, the sun is still snoring away in bed! Alaska winter nights can freeze you to the bone!"
"You can choose not to come, which will save you an extra meal ration."
"No, no, no! I'll go! I'll crawl if I have to!"
Aruk immediately backed down, then chuckled and his tone became extremely obsequious.
"Well... since we're setting off so early, there's definitely no time to make breakfast. Su Wei, you know, going into the mountains in this awful weather, you can't survive without some good food. You see..."
"Knew."
Su Wei glanced at the kitchen, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"I want some too. Save some for you guys."
"I knew it! Love you, brother! I want meat, big chunks! It has to be big chunks!"
After hanging up the phone, Su Wei tossed it back onto the sofa.
He stood up and walked to the huge log dining table.
He had neatly organized the equipment that had been scattered on the table, categorizing them by type, and a faint smell of gun oil filled the air.
The brand-new hunting backpack was gaping open, waiting to devour these steel creations.
Su Wei picked up the bottle of industrial-grade odor eliminateant.
This thing can mask the smell of sweat and laundry detergent on a person to the greatest extent possible.
He carefully sprayed a layer of the product into the inside of his backpack and waited for it to evaporate and dry.
Next comes the bullets, which are essential for survival.
Five boxes of Winchester Magnum bullets, their gleaming bronze casings gleaming coldly under the light.
He neatly stacked them at the bottom of his backpack.
He stuffed two boxes of Qasul pistol ammunition into the quick-access pouch on his waistband, making sure he could reach them even with his eyes closed.
He had already holstered the heavy Ruger Super Redhawk and hung it on the right side of his tactical belt.
He tried pulling and inserting the gun a few times, and the hard plastic holster made a crisp "click, click" sound as it clicked, and each time he pulled the gun out, it was incredibly smooth.
Binoculars, first aid kit, high-calorie energy bars, two bottles full of electrolyte water...
As he put in each item, Su Wei would mentally reenact the usage scenario.
Finally, he picked up the Alaska Harpoon Survival Knife.
The blade gleamed with a faint, cold light under the lamp. Su Wei gently tested the edge with the pad of his thumb, and the extremely subtle stinging sensation made him nod in satisfaction.
Then insert it into the scabbard on the outside of your thigh and fasten the snap.
"Click."
Everything is ready.
He then removed all his tactical belts and neatly arranged them.
Make sure I'm dressed properly as soon as I wake up tomorrow, and that everything is perfect.
Su Wei turned off the living room lights.
Darkness instantly swallowed everything, with only the snowfield outside the window reflecting the cold moonlight, casting long shadows inside the wooden house.
3:30 a. m.
Su Wei opened his eyes before the alarm on his phone even went off.
No sleeping in, no buffer time.
He rolled out of bed in a second.
After a quick wash, I splashed large handfuls of cold water on my face.
The biting coldness stung my pores like needles, instantly clearing my mind.
Su Wei walked into the kitchen, but did not turn on the glaring main light, leaving only a warm stove lamp on.
Under the dim light, he took out a large piece of thawed venison leg from the refrigerator.
This piece of meat weighs a full five pounds, with distinct deep red muscle fibers, almost no fat, and exudes the unique aroma of fresh meat.
"Knock knock knock knock."
The heavy cleaver bounced on the cutting board, slicing the venison into palm-sized, thick slices, each about two centimeters thick.
Heat the pan and add oil.
He scooped out a large spoonful of the butter that had been rendered a few days earlier.
The snow-white fat melted rapidly in the hot pan, emitting wisps of smoke, and the rich aroma of animal fat immediately filled the air.
Su Wei threw in a few chopped scallions and fried them slowly over medium-low heat.
Watching the scallion segments slowly turn from bright green to golden brown, resulting in a rich and intensely flavorful scallion oil.
Next, turn up the heat and add the thick slices of venison.
"Sizzle"