Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

Heavy snow covered the ground, but the thickness was so great that it seemed as if it had fallen for a whole day and night rather than three or four hours.

The snow was so thick that there was no need to pull out the legs. Xia Long turned around and shouted to the two of them, "The snow is very thick, be careful."

Beidou was taking off a fighter plane, so he didn't see it. He responded while taking off; "What?"

Beidou's "what" meant to ask "how thick is the snow" because he wanted to know how thick the snow could be.

Then he almost fell when he stepped on the ground.

Konno Tsutomu looked over and sighed, "If this isn't a monster... oh, a super monster, I'll do a handstand in front of the whole team."

"Come down quickly and be careful."

Xia Long shouted.

The other fighter plane was at the other end. This was the landing site selected by the Tucker team based on the terrain map after confirming their departure, because it would be impossible to land the fighter plane any further forward.

Since no trace of the super beast has been found yet, they will head to the location of the survivors after landing. The fighter jets definitely cannot take them out, so they just need to confirm the situation first and calm people's hearts.

Konno Tsutomu was tall and fat, and his legs sank down a bit when he stepped on the snow. He walked to Xia Long and Beidou with difficulty, cursing.

Looking at Konno Tsutomu cursing, Xia Long secretly complained in his heart: Is this someone who comes from a monk's family?

The most urgent thing is to go to the hotel where the survivors are. If nothing unexpected happens, the captain and his team will meet them there. If possible, you can also ask the locals in detail if they have any other information.

"Let's go, watch your step."

At the command, the three began to move forward with difficulty on the snow.

The large expanse of pure white snow was dazzling under the sunlight, like clear, reflective lake water, and the temperature was the same. It was not as cold as it should be, at minus ten degrees Celsius, but rather a little hot. The skin felt like it was burning, and it seemed that sweat was about to drip from the forehead on this white snow.

"This is weird, why is the temperature so high?"

Konno, the plump guy, actually wiped his forehead.

"The weather is so nice. Once it turns cloudy, the temperature drops very quickly, just like in the desert."

Xia Long said.

In fact, he didn't know, and he only relied on his common sense to try to decipher this kind of thing. However, the other two people present were of the same opinion as him, so they all nodded in agreement.

After walking for a while, the village appeared in front of us. Heavy snow covered every part of the village, making the ground look no different. Every house was white like a snow house in a fairy tale.

The icicles were shining under the eaves, and the dazzling light was flowing through them. It was quiet everywhere, with no barking dogs, no smoke from cooking, and no human voices. It was as quiet as a ghost village, dead silent.

"...Shin-senpai, where is the hotel?"

Konno followed Xia Long, who was leading the way, and walked into the village. Some of the surrounding villages were even built entirely of wood, covered with cylindrical wood stacked together. The worse ones even had gaps between the wood, and it was unknown how much wind and snow they could block. Feeling the quiet and somewhat terrifying atmosphere, Konno said in a daze.

"Go up, it will take at most ten minutes to get there. The hotel is probably still very conspicuous." Xia Longtou said without replying;

As for Beidou, he looked solemnly, looking left and right at the house that was falling behind him, and opened his mouth to say something, but finally held back. He thought so.

"I'm afraid...either there's no one here, or they're dead. I can't even sense a single sign of a living person."

Beidou didn't sense any living beings, not because he could sense the world like he could in giant form, but simply because his senses were much more sensitive.

It is too quiet here, too quiet, as if everything is dead. If there were still a human being alive, the quietness here would definitely not be like it is now.

Beidou felt sad and angry, he was not the kind of person who would give up easily but at the same time he was easily discouraged, so his anger towards the Yawa people became even stronger.

Even if Nan Xizi is not here now, if he sees the Yabo people, he would dare to rush up alone and confront them single-handedly with a calm attitude, and there is a high probability that he will be captured by the Yabo people.

Beidou people are pretty good, but they are not calm and careful enough.

We soon arrived in front of the hotel. It was indeed very conspicuous, especially when compared with the houses in the village after entering the village.

Although this house is still not as good as a hotel in a big city, it is obviously a modern building. Even the door is a glass door, but there is a layer of frost on it. However, it can be seen that it is not sealed.

Because only the snow in front of the hotel had traces of being stepped on and swept away, but these traces were not even seven meters long. It seemed that someone intended to come out, but finally gave up and went back to the hotel.

Xia Long thought this judgment was wise.

Coincidentally, the captain and his team arrived here at about the same time.

"team leader."

When approaching, Xia Long called out, and the captain came over with difficulty. They stood in front of the hotel together. The captain looked at the faces of Xia Long's team members; "It seems that everyone has arrived safely. What did you find on the way?"

Xia Long shook his head; "I passed by the village, but didn't go into the room to take a look. I'm afraid..." He didn't continue.

The captain nodded and said nothing.

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Inside the hotel.

There were several people sleeping at the front desk of the hotel, wearing clean or dirty ski clothes. Those whose clothes were slightly dirty were sleeping, while another one was holding an old-fashioned long-legged shotgun in his arms, with his hands folded on top of his head and sleeping with his head tilted.

After the confusing, emotional, and brief phone call for help this morning, the signal became extremely poor again. Except for those who were still resting in the room, the rest of the mentally exhausted people were all on edge. In order to prevent anyone from being killed in their sleep by the monster that appeared in the blizzard, they acted as sentinels.

Most of the survivors were local people. The heavy snow actually occurred yesterday afternoon. The blizzard swallowed up a large number of skiers in the sudden darkening snow in the blink of an eye. Only a small number of people who stayed in the hotel or happened to return to the hotel survived.

A large number of locals were more sensitive to the clouds. Some noticed it in advance and hurried home, while others wanted to take shelter in the hotel. No one expected the blizzard to be so fierce, and the roar mixed in the wind and snow destroyed the spirits of all the locals.

Countless people froze to death. They stayed here for almost a whole day and night. The howling wind and snow outside were like the wailing of ghosts. The house was like the straw house and wooden house built by the two little pigs in the British fairy tale, fragile under the monster's roar, making people's nerves tense, and they wandered in cold trembling between fear and despair.

The wind and snow that lasted the entire night were terrifying, and the water was also cut off in the severe situation. As for the lights - the roar mixed in with the wind and snow all night made people feel uneasy. Turning on the lights was like using a fan to blow away the smell of being roasted in the dim and gloomy wind and snow. The locals also strongly opposed this, so we spent last night in darkness.

But at night, when it seemed as if the windows were being banged on, no one could sleep even with the lights off. Everyone kept their eyes open, feeling the fear of being isolated from the world, and feeling the panting and shouting of the person with raised hands on the other side of the wind and snow, the shouting of the predator.

God knows why the people outside didn't know about the situation here until the next day when the snow and wind were a little better! They should have been rescued earlier!

The snow was too thick to escape from the village, so the remaining people had to stay in the hotel, which was at least safer.

The door creaked open, and the man holding the gun shuddered and immediately woke up. His bloodshot eyes stared at the door unconsciously, and his gun was raised and aimed at it.