The eastern foothills of the Alps, where the snow is covered.

The mountain is so steep that it doesn't become a ski resort, with only a handful of ski resorts, and business is noticeably not as good as in the west.

In a small valley sheltered from the wind, there is a treehouse, which has been uninhabited for a long time from the outside, but in fact, the Blood Saint lives inside.

All the windows were covered with a thick black curtain, leaving only a small skylight at the roof, the chimney had been plugged up, the smoke from the fireplace was leading through a secret pipe, and the basement of the treehouse was stocked with enough supplies to feed one man for two years.

The reason why he chose to hide here is that the Blood Saint has his own ideas: this place is usually inaccessible, and even if he encounters tourists, he can completely cover it up with the identity of a hunter, and he doesn't have to worry about being exposed.

When the wind outside is quieter, he will go out of the mountain again and pull a group of people to rebuild the Blood Shadow Killer Regiment.

So since he moved in, he was ready to live in isolation, all the doors and windows were nailed, and only a secret passage in the basement allowed him to enter and exit.

For a week, he hadn't stepped out of the treehouse.

The only means of communication with the outside world is a satellite phone, and he never uses it to make calls, just send and receive encrypted digital messages.

Just now, he got the news that he had translated the digital password he had received, which read: Chris failed in his operation, fell from a sixty-story building, and was confirmed dead.

He punched the table, took off the golden mask, and scolded: "Even Chris has failed, who am I provoking, he will spare no effort to eradicate the blood shadow." Now that Chris is dead, there is only one highest-level mutant orc left, and with one less help, it will be even more troublesome to rebuild the blood shadow in the future. ”

Qin Feng flew by the treehouse three times in a row, the thermal imager showed that there was indeed a heat source in the house, and when Zuihou flew over once, he even saw a shining golden mask through the skylight.

That's right, it's the old nest of the Blood Saint.

He was about to blow up the treehouse with a rocket and kill the Blood Saint inside, but when Zuihou's eyes fell on the cliff not far away, he had a new idea.

Taking out the double-barreled shotgun from the last hunting and loading two bullets, he pulled the trigger on the cliff.

Bang bang ......

Two gunshots rang out, and dozens of birds flew out of the surrounding pine forest, and they flew around in panic.

In the tree house, the Blood Saint frowned and said to himself, "Isn't it too cold for someone to hunt on such a cold day?"

The sound of the shotgun was different from other guns, he could easily tell it, since it was a shotgun, there was no need to take it to heart, he made himself a cup of fragrant coffee.

Before he could savor it, he heard a rumbling sound.

Thundered...... Bang......

The voice is getting closer and closer, and it sounds a lot like ...... There was only movement during the avalanche, his eyes widened, he pulled the ladder placed on the side, and quickly climbed up, and when he saw his head exposed to the skylight, he was dumbfounded.

The snow was rolling in, and the trees and stones were buried deep in the places where they passed, and it seemed that it would only take a dozen seconds to reach this place.

He almost hated the man who had just shot him, and the sound of the gunfire caused the avalanche in the high place to collapse, causing an avalanche.

Staying in the house is definitely a dead end, and the treehouse cannot withstand the impact of the snow blocks, and it will be torn to pieces in a few moments, and the people who are wrapped in it will never survive.

He jumped off the ladder and plunged headlong into the secret passage.

As soon as I took a few steps in, there was the sound of a high blood pressure falling into the tree house behind me, and then the sound of the house completely cracking.

He was glad he had made it, at least the passage was below the ground, and it should be able to withstand the tremors of the avalanche.

But he was immediately dumbfounded, the exit was blocked by a large number of snow blocks, not only a large number of snow blocks, but also gravel and dirt, and his hand was empty, not even a shovel.

He tried it with his hands, and the largest stone blocking the exit weighed hundreds of catties, and with his own strength, it was not enough to move away.

Do you want to die here?

He was unwilling, and at this time a green light flashed in his waist, which made him ecstatic, when did he pin the satellite phone to his waist. As long as you can make a distress call, the rescue team can accurately locate him according to the signal and rescue him from the snowdrift.

When he took it out, he saw that there was a signal, and he called the police with his hand that was trembling with excitement.

"Hey, how can I help you?" said a masculine baritone over the speaker.

The Blood Saint said excitedly: "I have an avalanche here, and I am trapped in a tunnel, you will immediately send someone to rescue me......

"Hehe, Blood Saint, right?" the other party interrupted him: "What you have been doing is 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, hovered directly above the foundation of the tree house, held an identical satellite phone in his hand, and said with a smile: "Who do you say I am? Let me tell you the truth, the avalanche was created by me." ”

"You...... Are you Qin Feng?"

"Haha, it's not too stupid. Qin Dashao continued to say in a sarcastic tone: "You are lucky to be planted in my hands." Let me tell you the truth, there is absolutely no chance of you surviving. If you have any future events, you might as well explain something, such as hiding something valuable somewhere, you will die anyway, and you can't take it with you. Give it to me as atonement. ”

The Blood Saint gritted his teeth and said, "Even if I can't take it away, I won't cheapen you, you die of this heart." ”

With that, he hung up the phone.

If you want to make a phone call again, you can't make a call, because Qin Feng has blocked the signal in this area.

The hope of the Blood Saint began to sink little by little, and when he was about to be completely disappointed, he suddenly found that he could communicate with his subordinates, so he immediately made up a message and sent it.

Being able to send a message is just an illusion, and the other party can't receive it at all, but it was intercepted by Qin Dashao word for word.

He forwarded this message to Su Wu and asked her, a computer expert, to decipher it, and if she guessed correctly, it should be a major secret of the Blood Shadow Organization, or a place where the treasure was hidden.

Immediately after, the Blood Saint sent out several more messages, all of which were forwarded to Su Wu by him.

In extremely cold conditions, the heart beats slower because the body cannot maintain a normal body temperature, and at most you can live for a few hours.

Although the Blood Saint was not buried in the snow, it was definitely not more than twenty hours, and the messages he sent were no longer encrypted, and there were many typos.

Qin Feng waited for another hour, and then left with peace of mind.