On the outskirts of Los Angeles, on the forest by the stream.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

The clear stream flows under the moon, the stream is murmuring and crystal clear, and the scattered pebbles lie quietly under the stream.

A fawn with a fur spot and a hornless head slammed to the stream, at this time it was the heat of the day, the weather was hot, this fawn was cautious, did not dare to come to drink water during the day, only in the dead of night, dare to come out to drink some water.

There was silence all around.

Only chirping insects chirped and rang out.

The fawn propped up on all fours by the stream, its ears spinning vigilantly, scouting its surroundings like radar, and it hung its head, dipped its lips into the stream, and began to sip greedily.

And it was at this moment that the fawn suddenly tasted something unusual, and it raised its head alarmedly, looked around for a moment, and then did not bother to drink water, and ran away with its hooves into the depths of the jungle.

And on the clear stream, I saw a blood mark winding in the stream, like a long snake, stretching endlessly.

At the end of the long snake, a young man in black was washing his knife on a boulder by the stream.

The blood came from the sword.

He was lying beside him with a colorful tiger, but at this moment, the tiger's jaw had been cut open by this sharp short knife, and blood was flowing out of the veins in his chin and then into the stream.

"Little brother, little brother." Behind the boy, a child's voice spoke, and the boy did not look back, but quietly waited for the tiger to bleed.

This tiger has been dead for almost a day, and the weather is hot in summer, and if it is not bled again, it will stink and rot.

"Hmm." Fang Bei agreed softly.

"Found them all?" Fang Bei asked coldly, and while asking, he took out the knife, and continued to expand the tiger's jaw, slicing all the way from the abdomen.

"Found it." It was an unkempt little beggar who looked to be in his early tens, perhaps younger than the Dragon Boat Festival, and his face was covered with dirt ash, but his dark eyes looked alert in the moonlight.

"The young lady took those two outsiders to the Red Sleeves Courtyard."

"The black boy and the woman from the Western Regions got into an uninhabited mansion."

"The adults of the six doors also entered the Los Angeles Mansion."

"But the government doesn't seem to be moving yet."

While nodding, Fang Bei had already sliced the fur on the tiger's abdomen with the short knife in his hand all the way until the tail vertebrae, and then carefully peeled off the fur of the four legs.

The young man used the knife like a cow, the blade of the knife easily swam in the diaphragm between flesh and fur, like a fish playing in the water, without hindrance, but the fur was neatly separated from the body, revealing the tangled muscles and veins underneath.

"Well done." Fang Bei praised quietly.

With that, Fang Bei had easily peeled off the astonishingly large tiger skin in its entirety, and he could hardly compare to him even the most skilled butcher if he moved.

And the little beggar stood aside, watching Fang Bei's movements, without any surprise or expression.

It seems that all this that Fang Bei did was something he was used to.

"So what's next?" The little beggar asked.

"You don't have to worry about it, I have my own arrangements." Fang Bei said quietly.

The little beggar nodded, and then asked, "Then can I go?" ”

"Wait a minute." Don't say that.

The little beggar stood quietly in place, watching Fang Bei quickly cut the flesh and debone the tiger, shaved all the large pieces of tiger meat from the bones delicately, and then cut them into small pieces of uniform size, and wrapped them in lotus leaves that had been picked and folded into a stack in advance.

Piece by piece, fast and delicate.

The little beggar watched Fang Bei's movements until Fang Bei almost cut the entire tiger into pieces, and the lotus leaf meat buns were stacked in a thick stack.

"Take these with you." Don't say that.

"All?" The little beggar asked.

"All." Fang Bei nodded and said.

The little beggar nodded.

The total weight of this tiger is about two or three hundred catties, but excluding the fur, internal organs, and bones, there is not much pure tiger meat.

At best, it's sixty or seventy pounds.

After all, as a top predator, accumulating large amounts of fat is a luxury and a dangerous thing.

The little beggar stepped forward, took a hemp bag from his waist, and put the lotus leaf bags into the sack one by one, and at this time it was Fang Fang's turn not to watch his movements.

"How are you doing?" Don't ask.

"Thanks to Big Brother." The little beggar said while picking up tiger meat into the sack: "Before the big brother came, we all doubted that we could survive this winter, but after the big brother came, everything slowly began to get better. ”

Don't let him pretend to be meat, without a little excuse or compliment, not even a thank-you.

seems to be bland, but in fact, it also proves that he has extreme trust in the other party.

Fang Bei nodded, watching the little beggar put all the tiger meat into the sack, which looked like a heavy bag, so that it seemed that the little beggar himself was even thinner, he struggled to carry the hemp bag on his shoulder, said goodbye to Fang Bei, and after confirming that Fang Bei had nothing to do, he left under the moon with the tiger meat on his back.

Fang Bei looked at his back, his eyes calm.

These little beggars are Fang Bei's most important intelligence channel in Los Angeles.

Not one of them.

This is the intelligence channel he obtained outside the hive's intelligence network, and the establishment of this intelligence network is not the only one who has been in Los Angeles for more than half a year.

In the past ten years following Sister Ping in the rivers and lakes, everywhere she went, in addition to surveying the local terrain, streets and alleys, determining escape routes and safe houses, the most important thing left was to try to contact local street children.

They are the lowest, the most humble existence in these cities.

Helpless, lonely, dying in the twilight of life, like a mayfly.

Every winter, a large number of street children will die in these northern cities, although they also like to report to the group for warmth, but how can the power of children compete with adults?

All the children who survive tenaciously from the bottom of society are like weeds, with the most struggling vitality.

Coming to this world, there is no system, there is no golden finger, and crossing is more like an absurd farce for Fang Bei, he can only do his best to strengthen himself, and by the way, to help those who can help.

On the premise of mutual benefit and mutual assistance.

At this time, a voice came from behind Fang Bei.

"Why do you want Lin Xue to go out?"

Don't look back, under the moon, He Ping stood in white by the forest.

The shadow of the moon hangs low.

Fang Bei looked at He Ping and smiled: "Because she wants to go out." ”