His movements became even more refined when handling bear paws.
The blade tip deftly weaves through the gaps between the toe bones, performing a precise separation of the skeletal structure.
With a crisp sound of bones dislocating, a complete bear paw with sharp black claws was perfectly detached from the torso.
This process was repeated four times.
When the last piece of fur separated from the body, he laid out a complete bear skin with a huge head and four sharp claws on the clean snow.
The inside of the skin panel is a healthy pinkish-white color, without a trace of excess fat.
The separation surface between the fat layer and the muscle is smooth and flat.
He stood up and looked at his masterpiece.
Next are the internal organs.
Su Wei switched to a smaller scalpel and precisely dissected the thoracic and abdominal cavities along the midline of the abdomen.
A thick white mist, carrying the stench of blood and entrails, instantly billowed out and condensed in the sub-zero air.
With a clear objective, he carefully parted the intestines and stomach, finding the dark green sac-like object hidden deep behind the liver lobe.
Bear bile.
He pinched the base of the bile duct with two fingers and cut it off completely with the precision of a scalpel, without leaking a single drop of bile.
Then, he cut two tenderloins with almost no fascia from both sides of the spine. These were the most tender parts of the bear.
He carefully folded the huge bear pelt inwards and wrapped it tightly with the bear bile and tenderloin in a thick, waterproof tarpaulin.
These spoils are very valuable; he must transport them back first.
He slung the heavy oilcloth bag over his shoulder and secured it with a climbing rope crossed in front of his chest.
The weight of over 150 pounds pressed down on his body, causing him to lean slightly forward, leaving a deep crater in the thick snow with each step.
The soreness in his muscles and the pressure from the weight made his breathing heavy. White mist kept escaping from his mouth.
When he finally returned to his snowmobile, the back of his clothes was soaked with sweat and covered with a thin layer of ice in the cold wind.
He secured the tarpaulin bundle firmly to the rear rack of the snowmobile, and without even taking a break, immediately started the engine and drove the vehicle to the edge of the woods, closer to the bear carcass.
He took a huge, thick waterproof tarpaulin and a heavy-duty bone saw, which was used to butcher large game, from the car.
The bone saw rubbed against the thick leg bone, emitting a piercing shriek.
Large chunks of bear meat, still warm from the bear's body, were cut off and piled up on a waterproof tarpaulin.
Blood soaked the snow, turning the surrounding area a dark red.
A strong stench of blood permeated the valley.
Su Wei knew he had to hurry, or the scent would attract all the hungry predators in the forest.
The sun dipped below the mountain ridge, and the sky turned Roland.
The temperature is dropping at an alarming rate.
Su Wei finally completed all the division work.
On the waterproof tarpaulin were over 600 pounds of bear meat and bones.
He packed up all his tools, looked at the heavy spoils before him, and pondered how to get them back.
This is a steep slope full of jagged rocks, and snowmobiles simply cannot get in.
Su Wei, panting heavily, looked around.
His gaze was fixed on a steep, scree slope not far away.
He tightened the four corners of the waterproof tarpaulin and tied it with climbing ropes to form a huge, irregular package.
Then, with all his might, he pushed the heavy meat bun to the edge of the slope.
"Go."
He let out a low growl and kicked the meat bun hard.
Under the influence of gravity, the enormous package began to slide down the slope.
It left a wide imprint on the snow, smashed through the rubble and dead branches in its path, and tumbled down into the valley below.
The booming sound echoed through the silent valley.
Su Wei watched the meat bun disappear into the woods below before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
He quickly returned to the snowmobile and started the 12,000-pound Warn winch on the modified Raptor.
The motor began to hum.
He grabbed the hook of the steel cable and trudged down, one step at a time.
In front of where the meat bun finally stopped, he found a Sitka spruce tree that was thick enough.
He wrapped the tree strap around the tree trunk, attached a pulley system, and then fastened the hook of the steel cable into the pulley. A simple, efficient, and labor-saving structure was thus completed.
Back at the car, he pressed the remote control for the winch.
The steel cable was stretched taut under the immense tension, emitting a slight metallic groan. In the distance, the pulley system began to turn slowly.
The meat bun, weighing several hundred kilograms, was dragged out bit by bit from the end of the pile of rubble.
For every inch the winch moves, its motor emits a dull, overloaded sound.
By the time the enormous meat bun was finally dragged to the snowmobile, night had completely fallen.
Su Wei was so exhausted that he almost collapsed.
His entire body was trembling, and his hands were numb from handling the cold metal for so long.
He leaned against the warm engine shell of the snowmobile, feeling that he didn't want to move a single finger.
He unscrewed the thermos and gulped down the last mouthful of warm water. The water flowed down his dry esophagus, clearing his muddled mind somewhat.
It took him nearly half an hour to use his last bit of strength to firmly tie the huge meat bun, along with the previous bearskin, to the back seat of the snowmobile and the added rack.
The body of the Thunder God 8000 sank downwards under the pressure, the nitrogen shock absorbers bearing the ultimate stress.
Everything is ready.
Su Wei slung himself onto the seat and fastened his goggles.
He started the engine, and the steady roar gave him a sense of security.
He glanced back at the snow-covered ground stained with blood, without a trace of lingering attachment, and abruptly twisted the accelerator.
The snowmobile tracks cleaved through the deep snow, carrying heavy spoils and weary hunters, rushing into the boundless darkness.
The return journey was far more difficult than the way there.
The wind and snow began to rage again, and the goose-feather-like snowflakes danced wildly in the beams of headlamp light, making visibility terrifyingly low.
The tire tracks left earlier had long been covered by fresh snow, and everything around was a vast expanse of white.
Su Wei could only rely on his memory of the terrain and his hunter's intuition to slowly traverse the dense forest.
Just as he was about to drive out of this complex, rocky forest area.
At the end of the headlamp's beam, something reflected light in the dark shadows of the trees.
They were two bright green spots.
The point of light was very low, close to the ground, directly facing him, and remained motionless.
Su Wei's heart clenched, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
He instinctively gripped the brakes tightly.
The snowmobile emitted a sharp screeching sound, skidded a short distance across the thick snow, and only came to a stop after its front end swung to one side.
The sound of the engine idling was particularly jarring in the wind and snow.
Those two points of green light, less than twenty meters ahead, pierced through the wind and snow, silently gazing at him.
Su Wei suddenly released the accelerator.
He drew his Ruger Super Redhawk revolver, the crisp sound of a bullet being chambered echoing through the snow.
His hands were so steady that they didn't tremble at all.
The ferocity of the brown bears on the north slope remains vivid in my memory.
Black's training seems like it was just yesterday; every detail is etched into his very bones.
In this environment, even the slightest mistake could have a fatal impact.
He held his breath, his entire body tense.
The gun barrel moved with his head, locking onto the two points of green light.
In this wilderness, no creature appears without a reason.
He pondered to himself that if it were a brown bear, it shouldn't be so short and so quiet.
If it were a fox, it wouldn't be this tall.
This still gaze carries the cunning of a predator, or perhaps the wariness of someone wounded.