"Little girl, what are you doing in Alaska? This season is not suitable for traveling."
"I'm not here to travel."
"What's that for?"
"Fleeing, someone is hunting me."
In Alaska, on the highway leading to Lincheng, a truck pulling wood was driving.
Alaska was originally the territory of the Bear. After the Crimean War broke out in 1853, the Bear was afraid that the Alaska colony would be taken away by the Eagle Country, so he proposed to sell Alaska to the United States. In April 1867, the two parties concluded the transaction for US$7.2 million.
Since then, Alaska has become an overseas territory of the United States, the 49th state, and the poorest and most backward state.
It was snowing heavily outside, and sitting in the car, I could hear the cold wind howling outside.
The driver was an old man, who looked to be in his sixties. He was wearing a leather hat and was drinking vodka while driving. He was completely drunk.
The girl was very young, about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a black coat with a hood and a black backpack at her hand.
If the old man had not drank too much, he would have noticed that the girl was looking out the window the whole time, with one hand on the car door at all times. If there was a special situation, she could escape as soon as possible.
"Chasing you, who is chasing you?"
"Some bad people."
The girl smiled shyly and had no intention of talking further.
The old man shrugged, and automatically imagined the scene of being chased by the mafia while owing loan sharks, and whispered: "Then you have to run faster, I heard that those people are ruthless, and a little girl like you will definitely
If you are sold to a red light district, your life will be ruined."
"Haha..." The girl smiled, but still didn't say much.
The truck was driving on the snowy road, swaying all the way, and it was unknown how long it had been driving.
Just when the girl's buttocks were numb and she wanted to move her body, lights and the shadow of a town appeared in the distance.
"I'm not going to Lincheng, so I can only send you here. Walk one kilometer along this road to Lincheng. I wish you good luck." The old man parked the truck on the side of the road and pointed to the town under the night.
Lincheng is said to be a city, but it is not very big, with less than 20,000 residents. If it were not in a place like Alaska, it would not be rated as a city anyway.
The girl smiled and waved goodbye to the old man, opened the door and jumped out of the truck, carrying her backpack and walking step by step into the distance.
The old man looked at the girl's back and couldn't help but asked loudly: "Little girl, you haven't told me what your name is yet?"
"My name is Little Naughty, that's my name!" The girl turned around and shouted loudly, jumping up and down and disappearing under the snow.
...
"It's really cold today. I heard from the people at the weather station that the wind and snow will last for at least three days. I'm really fed up with this hellish place."
"Who wouldn't? I want to save money right now and move to New Mexico. It is said that there are no snowflakes there all year round."
"Why not go to Hawaii, it is a man's paradise."
"Nonsense, prices in Hawaii are so high. I'm afraid I'll have to say goodbye to the US$20,000 I've worked so hard to save in less than two months."
Walking in the town, the little naughty man kept his head down and walked quickly, trying to avoid encountering drunkards on the roadside.
Men in Alaska have only three careers in their lives: ice digging for fish, logging, and mining.
Since Lincheng has this name, there is no need to ask what its main business is. Ninety-five percent of the residents here rely on the logging industry for a living, and the remaining people work around the logging industry, and their business is mainly for lumberjacks.
pubs, restaurants, or daily necessities stores.
These lumberjacks, who are always working in the mountains and forests all year round, get themselves drunk every day, and eight out of ten have bad tempers.
The little naughty boy doesn't want to have a snowy encounter with a grumpy lumberjack here.
Jingle Bell!!
After finally finding a store that was open, the little naughty one happily walked in, added some necessities to his luggage, and asked, "Excuse me, is there a hotel in Lincheng?"
"There is no hotel. We are in a logging area, not a tourist area. If you want to find a place to stay, I suggest you go to the tavern. There are many rooms in the tavern, and there are often drunk guests staying overnight. It is half a hotel.
"The clerk was lying in front of the counter playing with his mobile phone and replied without raising his head.
After hearing the clerk's words, the little naughty boy knew that this was the only way to go.
If she had a choice, she would not come to inaccessible Alaska, let alone Lincheng, which is like a large logging camp.
She had no choice. Unless she wanted to disappear suddenly like her companions, she had to stay away from the crowd and go to a place where no one knew about her.
"Where's the pub?"
"At the end of this road, the people there are very rude. A girl with delicate skin and tender flesh like you should be careful."
Under the beaming eyes of the clerk, the little naughty boy pushed open the store door and disappeared under the wind and snow.
She knew she couldn't retreat, there was a cliff behind her, and she had to persevere no matter how difficult the road ahead was.
As for the rude lumberjacks and the drunkards on the streets, she believed she could handle them. Although she didn't like getting into trouble, she wasn't as weak as she looked.
"Mendunke Tavern, we hold a lumberjack unlimited fighting competition every month. As long as you are a lumberjack and dare to fight, you can sign up. The champion of each lumberjack competition will receive a reward of 1,000 US dollars. You
What are you waiting for? Hurry up and sign up."
As soon as he entered the tavern, the little naughty boy was startled when he saw an iron cage placed in the middle of the tavern.
There were hundreds of people sitting around the iron cage. Countless strong men were holding beers, waving bills in their hands, and collectively chanting one person's name... Wolverine.
"Who is Wolverine?" The little naughty boy stopped the bartender who was walking by and couldn't help asking.
The bartender pointed into the cage, pointed at the shirtless guy who was drinking guzzling liquor, and said with a smile: "This man is Wolverine, the three-time fighting competition champion. I have never seen him lose."
The little naughty boy raised his eyes and looked at the iron cage. The man who was called Wolverine was very strong. The strong liquor slid from the corner of his mouth to his chest, adding a bit of wildness to his movements.
"Do you want to place a bet? There are a total of five people in tonight's game. The final winner will fight Wolverine. You can bet on each of them. Not only can you bet on winning or losing, but you can also bet on how many moves you will win and how long the battle will be.
, we have a lot of ways to play.”
"no thanks."
The little naughty girl smiled and refused. She didn't have much money, and she never dared to waste it except for daily necessities.
When the bartender heard that he had no money, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared. He was in no mood to chat and laugh with the poor guy.
"Wolverine, Wolverine, Wolverine!"
Under the watch of the little naughty boy, Wolverine finally put down the bottle of wine. Under the shouts of everyone, he stretched out his index finger and pointed at the strong man walking from the crowd.
"Beast, beat him to death. I'll put $100 on you. If you win, I'll buy you a drink."
"Pay attention to his left fist. He likes to use his left fist to block and his right fist to attack. You have to look for his weaknesses."
"Wander, remember to swim. He drank a lot and his steps must be unsteady. You can pull him to fly a kite."
Under the cheers of people on both sides, the strong man codenamed Beast came to the iron cage that served as the arena.
From a physical point of view, the Beast has an advantage. He is completely larger than Wolverine.
But for some reason, the little naughty boy felt that Wolverine would win. Perhaps it was because Wolverine was too calm, as if he was not seeing an opponent, but a kid who liked to play tricks.
Ding ding ding...
The bell for the game rang, and Wolverine and the Beast in the cage looked at each other.
The first one to take action was Beast. He noticed that Wolverine was unsteady on his feet and decided not to give his opponent a chance to sober up and try to KO him in one round.
"The first one to strike was the Beast. He used a straight punch and hit Wolverine on the right side of his face. Wolverine dodged past. He dodged the moment he was hit and backhanded... No,
Wolverine's counterattack was unsuccessful. The Beast used a combination of punches. The second punch hit Wolverine's face, and Wolverine was knocked down. Could it be that today's winner is the Beast, the new Texas lumberjack Beast?
Is this going to end the Wolverines' winning streak?"
The on-site commentator roared loudly, stirring up the emotions of the audience.
The little naughty boy couldn't help but hold her breath. The situation at the scene was very unfavorable to Wolverine. She could hear the muffled sound of the fist hitting the face from a long distance away. It was conceivable that the punch must be very heavy.
"Wolverine stood up. He was beating his chest and making provocative moves against the beast. It seemed that he was not injured. The beast moved, a lower swing punch, a standard lower swing punch. Could it be that the beast was an amateur fighter before becoming a lumberjack?
A boxer in a boxing match?”
Bang!!
The second muffled sound came, and the beast's lower fist hit Wolverine directly on the chin, knocking Wolverine backwards and falling to the ground, causing countless dust to fall on the ring.
And just when the Beast was about to continue his efforts and end Wolverine's winning streak, Wolverine suddenly sat up from the ring, hugged the Beast's legs and threw him on his back.
Unlike Wolverine, who was still unharmed after suffering two heavy blows, the Beast fell on the ring and immediately lost the ability to move.
The commentator, who also served as the referee, stood outside the cage and started counting down. Until the 10-second countdown ended, the beast failed to get up from the ring.
"Unfortunately, the beast failed. The winner tonight is still Wolverine. Wolverine won the championship for the fourth time and a bonus of 1,000 US dollars. He is simply the invincible wolf king. Who can end him? Please let me
Let’s wait and see next time.”
Looking at Wolverine with his arms raised, enjoying the victory, the little naughty boy was thoughtful.
No one, not even the world boxing champion, can survive a heavy blow to the chin without protection.
Looking at Wolverine who looked like a normal person, the little naughty boy frowned and whispered: "Mutant!"