Chapter 599: Looking for a needle in a haystack

It's not easy to find someone, especially when you're looking for someone by yourself, and you're not sure of the direction, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

He can ask Shen Guang for help, and Shen Guang will help him.

But Bucky felt that there was no reason to ask Shen Guang to do this, Shen Guang saved him, he hadn't repaid it yet, why was he embarrassed to trouble Shen Guang again?

He felt that it was his own business, so he didn't bother Shen Guang.

In this way, in the absence of an exact direction, how inefficient is it for him to find people alone, and if a person can really find his past friends, it is really a hell.

Working alone, without support and resources, he needs to settle all this by himself, which is undoubtedly a waste of his time.

In Hydra, although he had also used serum and was superior in force, it was of no obvious help to him in finding people.

At most, let him have a good body, so that he can survive here more easily than ordinary people.

Even so, in the past few years, he has still had little effect, and he has not even found a shadow of a person, and the whole person is worried about the future.

Although no one was found, he gained a certain reputation because he often went to dangerous places, was familiar with the terrain, collected some meteorites, and worked as a guide to make a living.

Over the years, he has traveled to a lot of places, and he doesn't know how many pairs of cowhide boots he has broken, but now he has exercised his experience in surviving in the wild.

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In the frigid polar fringes, there is a magical town.

To say that it is a small town is just to lift it up, because almost all the houses here are like this, round, all made of ice, the houses are not big, and they look like they love to laugh.

The whole town is like this, and to say that it is a small town is a bit reluctant.

The people here are all minorities, Inuit, and this is a large gathering place by the Inuit. The town was built, and almost all of the town was made of ice, and at the top of a world of ice and snow, these seemed to be almost integrated with the environment of the surrounding ice and snow world.

There is something special about the choice here, half in the polar regions and half outside the polar regions.

After the polar region enters the polar night, there will be a half of the town, which has an extremely long day and night, and the other half of the town, which is a normal alternation of day and night.

If you enter the polar day, there will be several months of daylight here, and the other half of the town will have a normal day-night cycle.

Of course, this magical phenomenon is not obvious, because the snow and ice emit light.

This reflex weakens this miraculous phenomenon.

Even so, this kind of magical place, if in the future generations, will definitely be visited by tourists, but in this day and age, not to mention tourists, even if there are few outsiders - a cold place that freezes to death, there is nothing profitable, who would be stupid to come here to suffer?

But in recent years, there has indeed been an outsider here, and he has lived here, gradually becoming familiar with the people here, and has won a certain trust from the people here.

To a certain extent, you can even talk about a few words.

Unlike the hatred of the Indians for whites.

When the white people invaded the Americas, they killed an unknown number of Indians, and now the Indians have also become a minority. And now, in this period of time, a period of serious discrimination, the white people have compressed the living space of the Indians in the wilderness.

This hatred, even in the future, is not so easy to eliminate.

Although the Inuit here are very wary of outsiders, they are not hateful - it is completely polar and the environment here is harsh, except for the Inuit, no one else wants to live here, and there is no conflict of interest between the two, so naturally there is not much hatred.

But if it's good, it's not much good, there are a lot of white people who claim to be superior, who look at people with their nostrils turned up, and discriminate against Inuit — calling them people who eat raw meat, and don't identify with Inuit — so Inuit don't like white people, especially in this era, there are more such people, and they don't hide their discrimination.

An igloo is clearly a long way away from other igloos.

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In this small town, it seems lonely.

A scruffy man wrapped in a rough bearskin coat and a full beard returned tired.

As soon as he entered the igloo, Sloppy opened a bottle of whiskey with a little tiredness, poured it down, took a sip to keep warm, then opened the bag, took out the jerky, and ate it - he looked, both in terms of clothing and customs, obviously different from the locals.

Looking at his embarrassed appearance, you can know that his life is very sad.

"Ugh! Belch! ”

I ate so much that I choked on the jerky.

The man poured the wine suddenly, drank it as water, drank it all in one go, and finally rushed down, and then tore open a bag, dug out the ketchup inside, and ate it.

"Gaba! Gaba! ”

It's so cold here that the ketchup freezes into ice cubes, and it's a bit hard to eat, like eating ice cubes, and after eating it, it takes away the calories.

If it weren't for the vitamins he needed, he wouldn't want to eat them.

After eating a piece, he took out another bottle of wine from the side, and ate the jerky again, this time much slower.

When he was full of food and drink, the whole person felt warm and no longer cold, so he opened the bear skin, spread it on the ice, and did not take off his whole clothes, but shrunk into a ball, and fell asleep with his head down.

Whew! ——

It was very open, and the snoring was like thunder, and it was heard almost outside the igloo.

Time passed little by little, and five hours passed in the blink of an eye, and at this moment, a group of strangers came outside this ice and snow town.

These people were clearly dressed differently from the people here, and they knew at first glance that they were outsiders, and most importantly, these people were unsmiling, fierce and vicious, and they escaped from their weapons and rushed straight to the lonely igloo.

The Inuit seemed to realize that trouble was coming, and they all hid in their houses, ignoring what was happening outside, and as if they were curious about what was going on, they didn't seem to notice it.

These people, armed with pistols, vigilantly did not surround the igloo.

Above!

Gestures send such a signal to others.

So a group of people, armed with guns, and the bad atmosphere of the ninjas, came to the igloo step by step.

During this process, everyone looked serious and did not say a word.

Crunch! Crunch! Even though I had been careful, I still made a certain noise under my feet when I approached the igloo.

Rush over!

These people were stunned for a moment, but they simply didn't hesitate anymore, and everyone surrounded them with guns.

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