American Hunting: Starting with Solitary Life in the Wilderness

Chapter 122 A Covenant Formed by Desire (Those who only read the Wilderness content can skip subscribing to this chapter)

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He folded the plastic sheet in half at the four corners, like packing a giant garbage bag, and wrapped the body and all the bloodstains inside tightly.

Then he dragged the huge package out of the cabin and threw it into the trunk of Emily's Subaru Outback.

Lin Yu'an was originally an atheist, but after experiencing rebirth, he began to have faith in such things.

He decided to say something to the motorcyclist.

"Brother, I don't even know your name. Although I feel bad for you, I can't go to jail. The law might not be able to give you an explanation."

"So I can only apologize. Perhaps God will avenge your responsibility after I die. He might not let me enter Heaven as punishment."

"Hopefully this will make you feel better, even though I don't believe in God."

He went back into the house and glanced at Emily, who was still slumped on the floor, looking utterly dejected.

"Get up." His voice remained cold.

"Clean this place up, leave no trace, then come with me outside and dispose of this thing."

Emily looked at the empty living room, then at the huge hole smashed open under the fireplace, and felt as if she had fallen into an abyss!

She knew that from the moment she fired the gun, she was completely bound to that devilish, calm, and powerful man.

The two quickly cleaned the house, and apart from the large hole under the fireplace, there was almost no trace of the fierce fight that had taken place.

Emily had changed into clean clothes and was sitting on the sofa, looking at him with a complicated expression.

"Stop looking, let's go. This is the last thing we'll do," Lin Yu'an said calmly.

He drove his Subaru Outback with Emily in tow, heading upstream along the Koyok River.

They needed to find a place that was remote enough and where the current was fast enough.

After driving for more than ten kilometers, he found an ideal location.

This is a precipitous river valley, where the river rushes through the rocks, creating a tremendous roar.

He stopped the car and first dragged the wrapped-up body out of the vehicle.

He used thick chains to wrap some stones and the corpse, binding them tightly together.

Then they dragged this incredibly heavy "package" to the bank of the turbulent river.

"Emily, go and push him down." Lin Yu'an turned on the camera on his phone again.

With Emily's effort, a loud "plop" echoed as the package was instantly swallowed by the rushing river and sank to the dark bottom.

Under the powerful erosion of this river, it won't be long before all traces of this place are erased.

As for the motorcyclist's motorcycle, Lin Yu'an thought it best to leave it in the space and find an opportunity to sink it into the sea.

After doing all this, he and Emily returned to the cabin.

Lin Yu'an took the metal box, placed it on the coffee table, and pried it open with tools in front of Emily.

Inside the box, a small, military-grade encrypted solid-state drive lay quietly.

“The private key is inside,” Emily said softly.

Lin Yu'an nodded and put the hard drive into his pocket.

“Now, let’s talk about our business.” Lin Yu’an sat down opposite her.

"First of all, that's it for today. That man was just a motorcyclist who went missing on Dalton Highway, and he has nothing to do with us, right?"

Emily nodded.

"Secondly, the contents of this hard drive now belong to me."

"Because you almost killed me, I deserve it! You have no objection, right?"

Emily shook her head again.

"Very good, when we were dealing with the motorcyclist, he got blood on his body and clothes."

"May I use your bathroom? Dead people's blood is unlucky, I need to wash myself."

Lin Yu'an stood up and walked towards the bathroom. His back was still upright, but his steps carried a hint of heaviness.

Emily watched him walk into the bathroom, listening to the "whoosh" of the showerhead. Gradually, a glimmer of life returned to her empty eyes.

She knew she had to do something to break the deadlock and change her place in this man's heart.

From a troublesome witness to a valuable ally, and even... more.

Emily was smart; she knew perfectly well that if she couldn't offer anything of value besides those 300 bitcoins, she would have to give up.

She might live in constant fear, worried that one day this man would kill her! Therefore, she has to hand over even more!
But apart from that undeciphered map, she had nothing of value left.

She opened a Chinese search engine and searched for what Chinese men value most besides money.

Fishing, prayer beads, cars, computers, mobile phones, Hatsune Miku, Emily—the more she looks at these things, the more confused she becomes.

Finally, she found a reliable answer: Chinese men, besides money, value family, children, wife, promises, and women they've had relationships with most. My name is Wang Jingzhe, and the fortune teller told me on the day I was born (Source: Biquge).

Emily seemed to have found the answer in her heart.

The bathroom was filled with steam.

Lin Yu'an stood under the showerhead, the scalding hot water enveloping his body, trying to dispel the discomfort unique to those who had lost their lives.

He closed his eyes, his mind replaying everything that had just happened: the speeding motorcycle, the fight, and the final punch.

But he wasn't a born executioner after all, and the feeling of forcibly erasing the traces of a life still left his nerves in a state of tension and exhaustion.

He felt it necessary to undergo some combat training after this incident so that he could have a better grasp of his growing strength.

This time it's the motorcyclist; what if one day he accidentally hurts someone close to him?
Just then, with a soft "click," the bathroom door was unlocked from the outside.

Lin Yu'an's body tensed instantly, like a cheetah poised to pounce, and he suddenly opened his eyes!
He had already retrieved a Glock from his spatial storage and was pointing it at the door, ready to fire at any moment!
Emily was wearing only a tight-fitting black lace lingerie set, her voluptuous and powerful curves faintly visible in the misty steam.

She showed no shyness whatsoever; her clear blue eyes, through the misty fog, calmly and boldly stared directly at Lin Yu'an, who was holding a gun.

She slowly walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. "What are you doing?" Lin Yu'an's voice was low and wary.

Emily didn't answer. Instead, she walked straight to the bathtub. She didn't come in immediately, but instead stretched out her slender fingers and gently probed into the warm water, as if testing the water temperature, or perhaps testing his bottom line.

"You still don't trust me, do you?" Her voice was very soft.

"What do you think? Should I trust you?" Lin Yu'an stood under the showerhead, holding a gun, and calmly looked at Emily.

Emily continued, "You're always thinking about how to deal with me, this troublesome person, and you're always on guard against me, thinking I'll stab you in the back."

"Shouldn't we? Emily, I'm not going to play games with you. You can tell me what you want to do and what you're going to talk to me about?"

Emily fell silent, and Lin Yu'an didn't say anything more either, just stared at her coldly.

"Our fates have been completely intertwined ever since you let me finish you off with that shot."

Emily slowly walked in, her body getting very close to Lin Yu'an.

"I need your trust. I need to prove to you that I am not your enemy, but an ally you can completely rely on! I don't want to live in fear that you might silence me at any moment!"

She paused, a hint of determination and allure flashing in her eyes, and said in an almost whispered voice, "And the quickest and most thorough way for a man to trust a woman is..."

Before she finished speaking, she kissed him without hesitation, her body still damp and smelling of shower gel!
It was a kiss full of probing and provocation, yet also carrying a hint of submission.

Lin Yu'an's mind went blank for a moment! Then he pushed her away in an instant!

This woman's madness and audacity completely exceeded Lin Yu'an's expectations!

He had just calmed down the murderous intent that had been stirred up by killing the motorcyclist, and the unnatural feeling after taking a life.

At this moment, Emily rekindled it instantly in this more primal way, transforming it into a completely different kind of desire!

Once he was certain she wasn't carrying any weapons, his rationality, vigilance, and calculations began to be gradually consumed by his primal desire for conquest!

"Wow--"

Emily, who had been pushed away, let out a short gasp, but she lunged forward again, crashing heavily into Lin Yu'an's rock-hard chest.

Her black lace lingerie, once soaked, became almost transparent, clinging tightly to her healthy and beautiful body.

Water from the showerhead flowed continuously, and the temperature in the bathroom rose sharply due to the combined effects of steam and hormones.

Emily was breathing heavily, her hands gripping Lin Yu'an tightly, her nails almost digging into his hair.

Lin Yu'an was held tightly in her arms, pressed close to her.

Passively accepting the gentle flow of water from the showerhead.

Outside the window, the midnight sun in Alaska is painting the sky a rose color.

And in this wooden cabin bathroom, a most primal covenant takes place.

It was completely bound together in the gradually cooling hot water.

After the polar day ends.

Lin Yu'an did not get up immediately, but lay quietly on the bed, feeling the even breathing around him.

Emily, exhausted, curled up in his arms and slept soundly.

Last night's alliance had exhausted all her strength and seemed to have also disarmed her of all her defenses.

The sounds of water, the breathing, and the suppressed, turbulent breaths in the wooden bathroom... the scenes from last night played back clearly in his mind like movie footage.

As his body cooled down, Lin Yu'an's rationality was fully restored.

He looked down at the mature, sexy, and wild woman in his arms, but he didn't have many romantic thoughts.

He knew very well that last night's madness was less about deep affection and more about a covenant and shackles forged in a primitive way.

Emily used her body as her final pledge of allegiance, completely transforming herself into his possession in exchange for his trust and protection.

He accepted this pledge of loyalty, but that didn't mean he trusted her unconditionally.

Just then, another face clearly appeared in his mind: Arya's face, which always had a gentle smile, and her pale green eyes.

An extremely complex emotion welled up inside me.

He could not hide this accidental murder from Arya.

At the same time, Emily's situation cannot be hidden from Arya, even if he could keep the relationship hidden in the shadows forever.

But Arya is his wife. It's not terrible for a man to make a mistake for his wife, but if he doesn't dare to bear the consequences of his mistake, he's no different from a eunuch without a basket.

He will confess everything to Arya when he finds a suitable opportunity.

He knew Arya, the girl who grew up in a large Mormon family, and she was far beyond conventional thinking.

He believed that Arya would understand that the consequences of this out-of-control event were not his intention.

Thinking of this, Lin Yu'an's emotions calmed down a little.

He carefully pulled his arm out from under Emily's neck, then tiptoed out of bed.

After Lin Yu'an entered the bathroom, Emily also opened her eyes.

She lay on her side in bed, feeling the long-lost soreness and satisfaction spreading throughout her body, her eyes fixed on the ceiling with a complex expression.

Last night's events felt like both a high-stakes gamble for survival and a long-suppressed indulgence.

She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that, at least for today, she was safe.

Emily turned over and looked towards the bathroom, seemingly lost in thought.

Then she took out her phone, opened a Chinese search engine, and continued searching for how to make a Chinese man care more about her.

One of the articles caught her attention.

"If you want a man to care about you, being coquettish is a last resort; this method of winning his heart is much more effective" — (Baihe Emotional Network)
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