In the far north, on the boundless snowfield, a blanket of white covered the entire field of vision, as if the whole world had been dressed in silver.
The faint sunlight slanted down, reflecting a few dazzling points of light on the snow.
In this vast white world, a tiny black dot suddenly appeared, moving rapidly in a certain direction, like an ink drop left on the snow, standing out conspicuously.
As the distance closed, the black dot gradually became clearer; it was a snowmobile speeding along.
The roar of the locomotive engine echoed in the cold air, breaking the tranquility of the snowfield.
Two figures, one fat and one thin, were sitting in the car. They were wearing heavy winter clothes, fluffy hats, and goggles. They were Yunmo and Beishan, who had escaped from the God base.
Yunmo, in the driver's seat, stared intently ahead through his goggles, his eyes filled with focus and seriousness.
In the back seat, Beishan was holding a huge package of supplies in one hand, while holding his phone in the other to look for a signal, and carefully tucking a box under his arm.
The snowflakes that rose up on the snow were like white waves, drifting away with the wind.
The wheels left a straight track on the snowfield, which was quickly buried by the swirling snow.
After traveling for an unknown period of time, the roar gradually subsided, and the motorcycle came to a stop in the vast snowfield.
Yunmo jumped out of the car with a slightly stiff body, stamping his feet and rubbing his hands, which were almost numb from the cold.
"I...I can't hold on any longer, let's take a break!"
He spoke haltingly and with difficulty.
With each breath, his exhaled breath turned into puffs of white mist, which condensed into frost in the air, blurring his goggles.
He immediately took off his goggles, wiped the moisture off the lenses with his sleeve, and then put them back on to ensure clear vision.
After putting on the goggles, he pulled the heavy mask on his face, covering his face completely, leaving only his eyes showing, which were full of weariness.
Upon hearing his words, Beishan, who was in the back seat of the car, had already opened the package containing supplies and taken out a folded tent. With their tacit cooperation, the two quickly set up a small tent on the spot.
Inside the tent, Yunmo pressed his entire body against Beishan's round body, his face rubbing against Beishan's cotton coat.
"This damned place! Beishan, I'm really afraid you'll freeze to a crisp!"
His lips trembled as he spoke, and his teeth chattered.
After successfully earning a big eye roll from Beishan, he immediately became more serious.
"So, have you figured out our location?"
Beishan, who was heavier and had more heat, had recovered somewhat. A rosy glow appeared on her fair, round face as she softly said:
“We should be in the north; those people keep pushing us north.”
Yunmo glanced at the box that Beishan had been carrying in his arms and couldn't help but complain:
"Damn it, why is this piece of junk so popular?"
Even after escaping death, those lunatics still came after them, especially that terrifying woman.
If she hadn't been injured, and if he hadn't used his invisibility spell to confuse them during the snowstorm, they probably would have been captured long ago.
"Brother Lu said that this reagent has the effect of bringing the dead back to life and restoring flesh and bone, and it is expected to cure Brother Xiao's health."
Kitayama replied quite seriously.
Yunmo fell silent upon hearing this.
Despite his complaints, he didn't regret taking the risk of stealing the reagents at all.
Their original task was simply to obtain the formula information; he always understood that taking the reagents directly was the most advantageous approach.
However, the teacher lowered the difficulty level because he was worried about his and Beishan's safety, and only allowed them to steal the formula information.
Now, hearing Beishan say this, he regrets his decision even less. He is determined to take the reagent back to save his teacher's life no matter what.
Is there a way to escape south?
Yunmo pondered for a moment.
In his mind, the far north was a dead end, and once forced there, there would be no way out.
"There's nothing we can do. Those two groups must know the terrain of the far north very well. They've been blocking our retreat and forcing us northward."
Beishan said helplessly.
When they first escaped from the God base, they were pursued by far more than just two groups of people, but most of them were dealt with or shaken off by him and Yunmo. Only two groups of people were fierce fighters and kept chasing them relentlessly.
Unable to fight back or escape, they were forced to flee north, barely clinging to life.
Seeing Yunmo's heavy expression, he sighed softly and comforted him:
"I have sent out a distress signal, but I don't know if it will be received."
After a brief silence, Yun Mo sat up, looked at Beishan, and said in a deep voice:
"If there's really no other way, I'll distract them, and you can find a way to bring the stuff back."
Upon hearing this, Beishan opened his mouth, about to say something, but was interrupted by Yunmo raising his hand.
“My teacher has given me a second life, and I would do anything for him without feeling guilty. But you are different; you don’t need to risk your life for him.”
After pursing his lips slightly, Beishan still said:
"Brother Xiao has treated me quite well. Unless absolutely necessary, please don't bring this up again."
Upon hearing this, Yunmo did not say anything more.
He understood that Beishan had agreed to his plan.
Although this fat man values his life, we've worked together for many years, and he's still trustworthy in crucial moments.
If it were someone else, he might have considered switching positions.
When it comes to a teacher's life, he's willing to take any measures, even if they're not exactly honorable.
How much rest time do we have left?
In other words, how long until those people catch up?
"It's estimated to take no more than three hours."
After glancing at the monitoring screen on his phone, Beishan spoke.
"Go to sleep! Don't forget to set your alarm!"
After saying that, Yunmo collapsed.
He sat up a moment later and scratched the back of his head.
It's a bit hard without a pillow!
He glanced at Beishan, who was lying on the ground spread-eagled, his round belly bulging like a small mountain.
He immediately tilted his head to the side and rested it on Beishan's large belly.
Um……
good.
It's said that being in a beautiful woman's arms or on her lap is even more comfortable than this. I wonder who the lucky ones are enjoying all this.
...
Amidst the thick clouds, the silvery-white "astronaut" moves at a steady pace, leaving a clearly visible path through the clouds, like a silver crack in the sky.
As they approached the far north, the temperature dropped, and obstacles such as frost and snow increased. Xiao Wujie leaned against the window, gazing intently out the window.
A series of hurried footsteps sounded, and Lu Zhufeng quickly walked up to him and said in a deep voice:
"The fighter jets are about to reach the far north, and we have also received a distress signal from Beishan."
"They seem to have run into trouble, as if they're being forced to keep moving north."
Xiao Wujie's gaze sharpened slightly upon hearing this, and he then spoke coldly:
"Speed up, chase!"
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