Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Sun Chengwu stood in front of Miguel, pulled out the military knife he had stolen the day before, and slowly raised it above his head.

Miguel stared intently at Gao Yang. "Kid, have you thought about the consequences of killing me?"

Do you see the tattoo on my back?

Are you ready to face the wrath of our falcons?

I'll give you a chance. Let me go, and if you work for me from now on, I'll help you get introduced to jobs.

With your ruthlessness and your status as a doctor, you can secure a good position in our Falcon... *gurgle*...

Miguel clutched his throat, blood gushing from between his fingers.

He stared in shock at the boy before him; this guy actually dared to kill him.

Sun Chengwu was panting heavily, his whole body trembling from the adrenaline rush from killing someone.

Sun Chengwu forcibly controlled his body, taking deep breaths to calm the agitation in his blood.

His vision blurred, and his stomach churned—a protective mechanism in his genes that would be triggered whenever he killed someone of his kind.

Gradually, his rationality returned.

Sun Chengwu regained his vision and glanced back at the blond-haired man and the bearded man.

The sharp gaze made the yellow-haired man and the bearded man's legs go weak, and they both took a step back.

Sun Chengwu wiped his mouth, straightened up, and said, "He's dead. Throw him in the water, and you didn't see anything today."

The blond-haired man immediately waved his hand, "I only saw this guy slip and fall into the sea."

The bearded man nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, yes! That's it! I saw it too."

Later, when Huang Mao and Xiong Bi had become familiar with Sun Chengwu, they told him.

His eyes at that moment were completely different from usual; they looked like those of a murderer.

However, Sun Chengwu at that time no longer remembered what it felt like to kill for the first time.

Yellow Hair and Beard threw Miguel into the sea, and as the ice collapsed, the last remaining evidence on the ice sank into the sea.

However, there is another piece of evidence.

Sun Chengwu looked at the blood on his hands and the blood-stained military knife, wiped it off on his body, and tucked it into his waistband.

He said calmly, "Go back."

Night fell quickly. Sun Chengwu sat on the edge of the damaged cabin, his legs dangling outside, looking at the white snowfield in the distance.

The polar bear reappeared and carried away a carcass from the warehouse.

Strangely enough, when he saw the polar bear before, although he appeared calm, he was actually very scared inside.

But now, I'm not afraid anymore.

It was as if a lock had been unlocked in his brain after he killed someone.

He freed himself from the constraints of law and morality, and from then on, no one could restrain him.

Footsteps sounded behind me.

Bai Zhan sat down next to him and patted him on the back. "Hey, what are you thinking about?"

Sun Chengwu's hand instinctively gripped the hilt of the knife, forcing himself to resist the urge to draw it.

Bai Zhan didn't come with us when we were chasing Miguel today, so we didn't see him kill Miguel.

But then they saw the blond guy and the bearded man throw Miguel down.

He had some doubts, but didn't ask any further questions.

Sun Chengwu smiled and said, "Almost a third of the ice surface collapsed today, and we don't have much time left."

Moreover, those Black people, once they went back, would have formed a deep-seated hatred and would definitely be our sworn enemies from now on.

Bai Zhan said, "Let them be. Even without today's incident, we will not let them get away with what they did."

These black guys are too reckless and have no manners. It's good to teach them a lesson.

Sun Chengwu nodded slightly and did not continue the conversation.

Seeing that Sun Chengwu wasn't keen on talking, Bai Zhan got up, brushed off imaginary snowflakes from his legs, and said, "You can continue contemplating life. It's too cold; I'm going back to warm myself by the fire."

After Bai Zhan left, Sun Chengwu was left alone again.

The cold air actually helped him calm down.

Not long after Bai Zhan left, another very light footstep approached.

Sun Chengwu knew who it was without even turning around, and asked helplessly, "Did Bai Zhan send you?"

Su Wanqing sat next to Sun Chengwu, wrapped her clothes tightly around herself, squatted at the edge of the tear, and kept breathing out white vapors from the cold.

Sun Chengwu said, "It's too cold, let's go back, don't catch a cold. I'm fine."

Su Wanqing said, "Although I don't know you or what happened today, I can tell you are very sad right now."

Sun Chengwu couldn't help but laugh. "I'm very sad. I didn't even know it myself."

Su Wanqing explained, "Sometimes when my husband and I argue, I feel sad, but I don't realize it because I've gotten used to it and become numb."

Every time, it was my best friend who told me that I realized something was wrong with me. For example, I was absent-minded, had no interest in anything, and when I did something, I just went about my business as if I had lost my soul.

At this point, Su Wanqing chuckled lightly, saying with a hint of self-deprecation, "But now he should be my ex-husband."

Given his personality, if he knew I had died in the plane crash, he would probably assume I was already dead.

It's highly likely he's already filed for divorce; he might as well be sleeping with his secretary.

Su Wanqing's tone didn't reveal much resentment, only a faint sadness and a hint of disappointment.

After all, that used to be her life.

Now, it belongs to someone else.

Sun Chengwu didn't try to comfort him; he wasn't good at it. "Just go back and take it back. After all, you're a legally married couple, and he can't take away what belongs to you."

Su Wanqing looked at Sun Chengwu and asked out of the blue, "Tell me, am I pretty?"

These words stirred something within Sun Chengwu.

He turned his head in surprise to look at Su Wanqing, who was looking up at the sky, her profile beautiful.

The sky was also beautiful, with the aurora appearing on the horizon in a kaleidoscope of colors.

Su Wanqing raised her hand and said, "He was attracted to my face back then, and he's doing the same with that secretary now. I used to fight back, but now I'm too lazy to fight back."

This plane crash made me realize that sometimes the person you've lived with for years isn't necessarily the one who understands you best or cares about you the most.

Strangers, on the contrary, can bring you some unexpected surprises.

Beauty is like the aurora borealis; it's only temporary. Once that time is over, it's no longer beautiful.

There will be other aurora sightings tomorrow night.

You men just love pursuing beauty. You're very single-minded; you only like the aurora borealis.

But it doesn't matter which aurora it is.

Su Wanqing lowered her head and smiled at Sun Chengwu. That smile seemed to bloom in Sun Chengwu's heart.

However, Sun Chengwu was not a love-struck fool, and he quickly banished these unrealistic thoughts from his mind.

But this also confirms what Su Wanqing just said.

He said instinctively, "Actually, I quite like the aurora borealis too."