winter in greenland

Forcefully dragging himself out of that memory, August's right hand hanging beside him clenched tightly, his knuckles turned white with force.On the plane that year, the bearded man was beaten to death by him. In the end, the lieutenant of the coast guard stopped him and sent those people to prison together.However, August never saw their leader again, and he never encountered any poachers during the years of patrolling.

Earlier in the day, when he saw the familiar face, the blood hummed to his temple almost instantly.He never believed that these people would change fundamentally after being put in prison, but within the scope of his duties, he didn't bother to do unnecessary things.But since he met this group of people again after so many years... His hands with finger gloves slowly tightened.

Because the weather was fine, they stayed outside until nearly 10 o'clock. After drinking and eating, some people got up and went back to the tent. August always quietly hid behind the rock, carefully observing their every move.

All the long-handled harpoons are leaning against the outer wall of the tent, so that they can be taken out when an accident occurs. The shorter daggers should be carried with them. The five people built three tents in total, two for people, and one The top is smaller, probably to put their trophies.In addition, one person remained vigil.

He waited patiently for another two hours. There was silence on the ice field, and occasionally a gust of wind blew through, making a low whining sound.The night was already deep, and there was only a little fire flickering weakly on the dark blue ground. Before it was dark, the head of the night watchman gradually drooped, and finally he couldn't resist the drowsiness, so he just fell asleep sitting up.

August flashed out from his hiding place, holding the saber in his hand, the cold light on the back of the blade glowed with a layer of cold light under the moonlight.He was like a ghost, and he came to the center of the poacher's camp in an instant. The night watchman was cut by a sharp dagger before he even had time to wake up from his nap.

The splashed blood sprinkled a neat row of red dots in front of the fire, and the man fell on the snow with a horrible grunt from his throat, which was silent after a few seconds.

A large pool of dark red liquid spread under August's feet.With a cold glance, he turned and walked towards the tent on the left.

The people inside were sound asleep, and faint snoring could even be heard outside.He stood by the door and listened for a few seconds, stretched out his hand and carefully opened the felt curtain of the tent, and two figures could be seen lying on the ground in the vague darkness.

He sneaked in with a low waist, raised the knife in his hand, and slit the throat of the person next to the door. The warm liquid splashed and fell on the face of the person next to him. The person seemed to feel something in his sleep. He grunted and raised his hand to touch his face, and opened his eyes.The fresh smell of blood stimulated his senses. For a moment, he only felt that the god of death spread its wings and hovered above his head, his pupils were wide open due to fear, and he only had time to utter a short cry before feeling a chill on his neck.

The tent next door seemed to be alarmed by the noise from this side, and a man's voice came from the other side, as if asking what happened.August frowned, looked around in the tent, and found a dagger under the blanket, and when he pulled it out of the sheath, he could still see the dull luster on the tip of the knife.He thought for a while, and put the dagger away against the seam of his trousers.

At this time, there was a lot of commotion outside, probably because they didn't hear the response from here, they decided to come over to see what was going on.August quickly lifted the curtain and left, hiding in a blind spot behind the tent.

A somewhat shaky figure emerged from the nearby tent. He still smelled of alcohol, held a dim lantern in his hand, yawned, and muttered cursingly.

He didn't notice the body of the night watchman in the center of the camp at first, walked to the tent next door, shouted a few times inside but got no response.After waiting for a while, he seemed to feel that something was wrong, and he lifted the felt curtain of the tent.The bloody smell on his face made him take a few steps back, his eyes widened, and he looked at the mess in the tent, as if he couldn't believe it.After a few seconds, as if he had just realized it, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the fire, trying to find the person who was watching the night, but he only saw a blurry black shadow on the snow.The lantern in his hand fell to the ground with a snap, and he staggered to the side of the night watchman's body, screaming heart-piercingly.

Scarface was startled by the shout, and when he came out of the tent, he was holding a harpoon in his hand. Even if he was prepared, he was still surprised when he saw the corpse of his companion, and he pulled up the person who came out earlier, Shouted sharply: "What's going on?"

Under the light of the fire, the man's face was in a mess, tears and snot mixed together: "Odie is dead! He is only 17 years old!"

Scarface threw him on the ground, his voice full of anger: "I saw it! I asked what happened? Where are the other two people?!"

"Dead... all dead..."

Scarface ignored him, strode to the entrance of the tent next to him, only took a look inside and backed out, his face was full of haze.

"It must be God's curse...it must be, we just hunted that female seal and her two cubs during the day...at night...the punishment, the punishment is coming!"

Scar face walked back impatiently, and shouted in a low voice: "Be sober! There is no curse in this world! If there is such a thing, I will die hundreds of times when I walk away. It's not just me , There are many people who do evil things in this world, so why don’t the curses fall on them?! You can see clearly Max, they all had their throats cut, and someone raided our camp in the middle of the night! Your brother was killed by others dead!"

After the initial shock, Max gradually regained his senses, and soon realized something was wrong. He looked at Scarface: "Who will come to sneak attack? We didn't see anyone else during the day."

Scarface carefully looked at the corpse on the ground, his expression gradually changed: "This method is very clean, like someone in the army."

Max was surprised: "Marine police?"

Scarface shook his head slowly: "I don't know, but they shouldn't have gone far. Now check around the camp and be careful."

August heard their conversation clearly, and the corners of his lips curled up in a cold arc in the darkness.

Max fiddled with the fire for a while, and the fire suddenly brightened. Under the orange-red dancing flames, he picked up a harpoon next to him and walked towards the tent where August was hiding.

August held his breath, clenched his saber with one hand, and slowly touched the poisoned dagger with the other hand against the seam of his trousers.

As soon as Max reached the back of the tent, he felt an aura mixed with killing intent sweeping towards him. The instinct of his body made him lean back subconsciously, avoiding the first blow.

August kept five points of his strength in his hands, and seeing the opponent dodge, he twisted his wrist deftly in mid-air, with the tip of the blade pointing upwards, and cut the opponent's chest from the slope.

Max's reaction was quick, and he rolled on the ground following the backward momentum, and at the same time thrust the harpoon in his hand forward fiercely.

Knowing their tricks, August avoided the sharp tip of the harpoon sideways, let go of the dagger in his right hand, held the handle of the harpoon, and twisted it hard in the opposite direction. His lower body rested on his left leg, and his right leg was fierce Sweep towards the opponent's lower plate.

Max was caught off guard and tripped over his left leg. He felt a sharp pain coming from his calf. Before he could stand up, his vision blurred. He stabbed hard into his own chest.

He widened his eyes in disbelief, and slowly moved his gaze upwards, meeting August's eyes, those eyes were cold and emotionless, as if he was looking at a corpse when he looked at him.

The poison was also quenched on the harpoon. He could almost feel the transparent venom spreading to his limbs along the blood vessels in the wound. His consciousness was paralyzed, but the pain was the last to come. He slowly closed his mouth. Eye.

All of this happened within 20 seconds. When Scarface rushed over, he saw the harpoon pierced into Max's chest.He let out a low growl of rage, and threw the harpoon at August without thinking.

August didn't turn his head, but turned his body slightly, the harpoon landed a few feet behind him, the pointed end plunged into the snow, and the wooden handle was still trembling slightly.

He turned his head, fixed his eyes on Scarface, and showed an extremely cold smile on his face: "Long time no see."

Scarface squinted his eyes and looked at him for a few seconds, then grinned suddenly, and touched his brow bone: "It's really unexpected. The 'gift' you left me is something I will never forget."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two were already wrestling together.It's hard to see who made the move first, everything in Daoguangquanying is the most primitive way.August only felt that his chest was filled with cold and hot anger, all his fighting skills were left behind, and only one thought became clearer.

In the confusion, he saw a gap and punched the opponent's throat.Scarface flicked to the right swiftly, his right arm firmly wrapped around his left hand.Instead of using brute force to get away, August bent his knee and slammed into the opponent's stomach.Scarface released his left hand in pain and fell to the ground.Taking advantage of the situation, he took out a delicate dagger from his pocket, swung it violently while the opponent was bending over, and pierced August's right arm with a deep wound from shoulder to forearm.

August didn't seem to feel the pain in his hand. One leg bent and pressed against his chest. His injured right hand strangled his throat. With his left hand, he took out the poisoned dagger and pierced straight into the opponent's heart.

……

There was silence in the field, and there was a slight "tick" sound mixed with the heavy and suppressed panting.

Blood dripped from August's arm onto the snow, forming a small circular pit.

Scarface's hands fell to his side in vain, and the expression on his face gradually changed from unwillingness to relief, mixed with a trace of regret: "This dagger on my body is the only one that is only coated with anesthesia, I have to admit that this The god of fate is on your side this time."

August let go of the hand around his throat, propped on the snow, feeling dizzy.He blinked hard, and a somewhat absurd thought came to his mind: Fortunately, he came by himself this time, if Dan came too, if he was accidentally stabbed by any of these things...he couldn't imagine if he Can bear the consequences again.

"Retribution, I have hunted so many animals in my life, and finally died under the poison of animals." Scarface laughed lowly.

August looked at him with some disgust, let him go, sat down on the snow beside him, and said in a low voice, "If I had known today, why would I have done it before?"

"Heh...heh, do you think we are willing? The Inuit have taken an oath since birth, if they were not forced to a corner, who would be willing to break the promise and poach at the risk of being expelled by the whole family? There was a sternness in his voice, he paused, as if he could feel the life passing away in his body, and the god of death was approaching step by step, he sighed with relief: "Finally...it's over..."

August sat on the snow for a few more minutes, took off the winter clothes that had been torn in the fight and threw them aside, he took out the radio to contact the base, and asked Heath and the others to notify the marine police.

When he stood up from the ground, another wave of dizziness struck him. He picked up his dagger from the ground, wiped it in the snow, and gnashed his teeth into the wound on his arm again.The fresh and sharp pain stimulated his nerves, forcing him to wake up a bit.After thinking about it, he looked up at the other end of the low hills, with a faint smile on his face that he didn't even notice, and walked step by step towards the camp where Dan was.