Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Sun Chengwu could eat it without any guilt, but Su Wanqing was so frightened that she couldn't even tear open the packaging.

We are all people in a civilized society. When have we ever experienced something like this?

They said they were asking Sun Chengwu to stay and warm himself by the fire, but that was no different from house arrest.

Seeing Su Wanqing's fear, Sun Chengwu laughed and said, "Sister Su, please help me drag these two boxes of oil back, lock the door with the old man, and wait for me to come back."

"If I don't come back, throw these oil-stained clothes in the carriage and burn them."

Su Wanqing was very intelligent and instantly understood what Sun Chengwu meant.

Sun Chengwu's inability to return meant he had been murdered. To protect themselves, they had no choice but to burn the oil away. Otherwise, even if they were innocent, possessing a treasure would be a crime, and the woman and the old man would certainly not survive.

Su Wanqing's eyes reddened. "You... be careful."

She bit her lower lip, knowing that staying would not only be useless but would also be a burden to Sun Chengwu. She got up and struggled to carry the two suitcases toward the cabin door.

In Bai Zhan's group, the one-armed youth gave a wink and followed along with two others.

Unexpectedly, Sun Chengwu suddenly stood up, weighed the iron rod in his hand, and swung it out with a whoosh.

His movements were too fast; the iron rod flew through the crowd and struck the one-armed youth on the back of the head with a thud.

He had already suffered a severe head injury from Sun Chengwu last time, and after being hit again, he immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, which splattered all over the face of the young man next to him.

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The one-armed youth clutched his head with one hand, screamed in agony, and rolled around on the ground.

The young man next to him, splattered with blood, was so frightened that his lips trembled, his face turned deathly pale, and he dared not move.

Sun Chengwu smiled. "Let's see who dares to touch her!"

Bai Zhan stared at Sun Chengwu for a while, then frowned and turned to his subordinates, yelling, "Tell that idiot to shut up and stop yelling!"

In this environment, humanity trumps the law, and no legal provision can restrain anyone.

The only thing that can limit them is someone who is more ruthless, stronger, and smarter than them.

Make them afraid.

Su Wanqing dragged her suitcase to the cabin door and knocked.

When the old man saw it was her, he immediately opened the door and asked nervously, "Where's that little bastard?"

Su Wanqing entered the cabin, closed the door immediately, and then explained to the old man.

The cabin doors and windows on airplanes are explosion-proof; once the door is locked, it is virtually impossible to open without modern technology.

Seeing that they were safe, Sun Chengwu stood up and said to Bai Zhan, "We definitely can't get the fuel tank back, and we can't just stay here in the freezing cold."

The containers on the plane were pitifully few; they couldn't hold much.

The only way is to soak your clothes in oil and put them in your suitcase.

Now go find suitcases and clothes, the more the better.

By the way, there is a first-aid kit on the plane; it should be in the cabin at the rear.

Our cabin broke apart, and we don't know where the tail section landed. We'll look for it when we have the chance.

If any of you suffer cardiac arrest due to the cold, the pacemaker inside can save your life.

Bai Zhan glared at his young men and snapped, "What are you standing there for? Get up and go!"

Everyone began to take action.

As night deepened and the outside temperature began to drop, the survivors who were unable to start a fire huddled together, wrapped themselves tightly in their clothes, and used blankets to keep warm.

They only showed their eyes, watching Sun Chengwu and the others busy themselves.

Sun Chengwu looked at them with disappointment and frustration.

These people will just curl up and wait to die. Their bodies will not get enough food for a long time, and the heat they can generate will also decrease.

In the end, they were frozen to death.

Sun Chengwu walked over to a woman and whispered, "Follow them to get fuel, take as much as you can."

Unexpectedly, the woman suddenly shouted, "Why should I get it? I don't have the strength. It's so cold outside. Go get it yourself."

The woman's voice caught Bai Zhan's attention.

Sun Chengwu stood up helplessly.

Bai Zhan laughed and said, "It must feel bad to have your good intentions taken for granted, right?"

Some people are like that; even when you're doing something for their own good, they don't appreciate it and instead feel like you're trying to harm them.

Sometimes, if you treat them worse than they are, and make them pay a price to get something, they will be incredibly grateful to you.

Bai Zhan possesses a maturity beyond his years.

Thanks to his family, he grew up witnessing the cutthroat world of fame and fortune alongside his father, and he also saw through the true nature of people.

The woman's words made Sun Chengwu withdraw his already limited kindness.

Bai Zhan said, "Let's go, Brother Sun. They have their way of surviving, and we have our rules. Rushing to change other people's lives will bring divine retribution."

Sun Chengwu understood.

To put it simply, good people don't always get good rewards.

Be careful not to save others only to harm yourself.

Everyone wrapped themselves tightly in their clothes, each dragging two suitcases full of clothes as they jumped out of the cabin and onto the snow.

There weren't many other things in the cabin, just lots of clothes.

Almost everyone takes a small suitcase or backpack with them when they board a plane, which is filled with clothes and personal items.

Sun Chengwu also brought two people with him.

No one will complain about having too much fuel.

The wind, which was forty or fifty degrees below zero, blew on their faces like a knife. In just a short while, their faces turned red from the cold, and the moisture on their skin was taken away.

If they stay any longer, their skin will crack and they will get frostbite.

Sun Chengwu led the way to the wing.

Before we even got there, we could smell a strong odor of fuel. The snow on the ground was covered with countless footprints and drag marks, and there was blood in many places.

Seeing this, Sun Chengwu had a bad feeling.

Upon reaching the bottom of the fuel tank, he saw fuel on the ground that was almost in a jelly-like state, with even more bloodstains nearby.

Sun Chengwu looked up at the fuel tanks on the wing.

He saw that a large hole had been poked in the wing. What was originally just a leaking fuel line had now been pried open, and the fuel inside had long since flowed out.

Sun Chengwu felt a pang of heartache.

If this fuel isn't wasted, it's enough to burn for more than ten days.

With four fuel tanks, if used sparingly, it should last for two months without any problems.

By killing the goose that lays the golden eggs, this fuel tank is now useless.

Sun Chengwu squatted down, gathered the jelly-like fuel on the ground, and called out, "Bring a suitcase over here."

His hands were already numb with cold as he slowly packed the fuel from the ground into his suitcase.

Fortunately, the temperature is low now, and the fuel is close to freezing point, so it's in a semi-solid state; otherwise, it would all have leaked out.

Bai Zhan also squatted down to help Sun Chengwu load fuel, and asked, "What do we do now that this tank of fuel is empty?"

Sun Chengwu said, "The aircraft has a total of four fuel tanks: the main fuel tanks on both sides of the wings, the central fuel tank under the fuselage, and the trim tank at the tail."

We'll check the right wing in a bit. If it's not there, we'll have to risk crawling under the plane to find the center fuel tank.