The eastern foothills of the Alps are covered with snow.
Because the mountain is too steep, it has not become a ski resort. There are only a few ski resorts, and the business is obviously not as good as those in the west.
In a small valley sheltered from the wind, there stands a tree house. From the outside, it looks like the tree house has been unoccupied for a long time, but in fact the Blood Saint lives in it.
All the windows are covered with thick black curtains, leaving only a small skylight on the roof; the chimney has been blocked, and the smoke from the fireplace leads to the outside through a secret pipe; and the basement of the tree house stores enough A person can eat all kinds of supplies for two years.
The Blood Saint had his own idea as to why he chose to hide here: this place is usually inaccessible, and even if he encounters tourists, he can use his identity as a hunter to cover up without worrying about being exposed.
When the noise outside calms down, he will come out again and recruit a group of people to rebuild the Blood Shadow Killer Group.
So since he came in, he had been prepared to live a life of isolation from the outside world. All the doors and windows were nailed shut, and only a secret passage in the basement could allow him to enter and exit.
For a week, he never left the treehouse.
The only means of contact with the outside world is a satellite phone, and he never uses it to make calls, only to send and receive encrypted digital messages.
Just now, he got the news, and after translating the digital code he received, the content was: Chris failed in his action, fell from a sixty-story building, and was confirmed dead.
He punched the table, took off his golden mask, and cursed: "Even Chris has failed. Who have I provoked? He will spare no effort to eradicate the blood shadow. Now that Chris is dead, the highest level There is only one mutated orc left, and without a helper, it will be more troublesome to rebuild Blood Shadow in the future."
Qin Feng flew by the tree house three times in succession. The thermal imaging camera showed that there was indeed a heat source in the house. When he flew by for the last time, he even saw a shining golden mask through the skylight.
That's right, it's the Blood Saint's home.
He was initially planning to blow up the tree house with rockets and kill the Blood Saint inside. Finally, when his eyes fell on the cliff not far away, he had a new idea.
He took out the double-barreled shotgun he used for hunting last time, loaded two bullets, and pointed at the cliff and pulled the trigger.
Bang bang...
Two gunshots were fired, and dozens of birds flew out of the surrounding pine forest. They flew around in panic.
In the tree house, the Blood Saint frowned and said to himself: "Isn't it too cold for people to hunt in such a cold day?"
The sound of a shotgun was different from other guns. He could easily tell the difference. Since it was a shotgun, there was no need to worry about it. He made himself a cup of fragrant coffee.
Before he could taste it carefully, he heard a roaring sound.
Rumble...Rumble...
The sound was getting closer and closer, and it sounded very much like... the movement that occurs when an avalanche occurs. He stared, pulled the ladder on the side, quickly climbed up, and when he exposed his head through the skylight, he was dumbfounded.
The snow was rolling in, and the trees and rocks in its path were all buried deeply. It seemed that it would only take more than ten seconds to reach here.
He almost hated the person who fired the gun just now. The sound of the gunshot caused the snow at a high place to collapse, causing an avalanche.
Staying in the house is definitely a dead end. The tree house cannot withstand the impact of the snow. It will be torn into pieces in a moment, and the people trapped inside will have no chance of survival.
He jumped down from the ladder and dived into the secret passage.
Just a few steps inside, there was the sound of the tree house falling down due to heavy blood pressure, and then the sound of the house completely breaking apart.
He was glad for his choice. At least the secret passage was located below the ground and should be able to withstand the tremors caused by the avalanche.
But he was immediately dumbfounded. The exit was blocked tightly. Not only were there a lot of snow, but also gravel and soil. But he had nothing in his hand, not even a shovel.
He tried it with his hands, and found that the largest stone blocking the exit weighed several hundred kilograms, and it was not enough to move it with his own strength.
Are you going to die here?
He was unwilling to give in. At this time, a green light flashed in his waist, which made him ecstatic. When did he attach the satellite phone to his waist? It was really a desperate situation. As long as the distress call could be made, the rescue team would It can accurately locate according to the signal and rescue him from the snowdrift.
He took it out and saw that there was indeed a signal. He dialed the police number with hands that were trembling with excitement.
"Hey, how can I help you?" A masculine baritone voice came from the speaker.
Blood Saint said excitedly: "There's an avalanche here and I'm trapped in a tunnel. Send someone to rescue me right away..."
"Haha, blood saint, right?" The other party interrupted him: "You have always been in the business of killing people, why do you need someone to save you now?"
The Blood Saint was stunned: "How do you know my name? Who are you?"
Qin Feng stepped on the flying sword and hovered directly above the base of the tree house. He held the same satellite phone in his hand and said with a smile: "Who do you think I am? To tell you the truth, I am the one who caused the avalanche." of."
"You...you are Qin Feng."
"Haha, you're not too stupid." Young Master Qin continued to say in a sarcastic tone: "You are lucky if you fall into my hands. To tell you the truth, you have absolutely no chance of surviving. It doesn't matter what you do. Explain something, such as where you have hidden valuable things. You are going to die anyway and you can't take them with you. Why don't you give them to me as atonement?"
Blood Saint gritted his teeth and said: "Even if I can't take it away, I won't give you any advantages. You should give up on this idea."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
When he tried to make a call again, he couldn't because Qin Feng had blocked the signal in this area.
The blood saint's hope began to sink little by little, and when he was about to be completely disappointed, he suddenly discovered that he could communicate with his subordinates. He immediately compiled a message and sent it.
Being able to send messages was just an illusion. The other party couldn't receive it at all. Instead, it was intercepted by Mr. Qin word for word.
He forwarded this message to Su Wu and asked her, a computer expert, to decipher it. If the guess was correct, it should be a major secret of the Blood Shadow Organization, or a place where the treasure was hidden.
Immediately afterwards, the Blood Saint sent several more messages, all of which he forwarded to Su Wu.
In extremely cold conditions, people will not be able to maintain normal body temperature, causing their heartbeat to slow down. People can only survive for a few hours at most.
Although the Blood Saint was not buried in the snow, he definitely could not have been buried for more than twenty hours. In the end, the message he sent was no longer encrypted and was full of typos.
Qin Feng waited for another hour, and then left with peace of mind.