When they saw Anna who was unconscious on the ground, and Wesley who was smiling brightly and had just withdrawn his fist, they were silent for a moment.

McCarron was still in a daze, and Wilson reacted and patted McCarron on the shoulder: "It seems that everything is under David's control."

"Rex doesn't need you anymore. You should think about what you can do."

Wilson left a message to greet Wesley:

"Take her away."

…

Barrow.

Located in the Arctic Circle, it is one of the northernmost towns in the world and the northernmost town in Alaska in the United States. It is a full 3,500 miles away from Washington, the capital of the United States. It is a well-deserved place of extreme cold.

The climate here is abnormal, with one side surrounded by ice sheets and the other side facing the Arctic Ocean that is almost frozen all year round.

Even with its unique and spectacular scenery in the Arctic Ocean, Barrow is not widely known.

Because almost no one would travel to this damn place.

When a plane stopped at Barrow Airport, David walked out wrapped in thick clothes.

He rented a car at the airport and drove along the dirt road into the town.

There is no truly paved road in the city, because even if it were built, it would be destroyed by the thermal expansion and contraction of the seasonal frozen soil.

Desolation, desolation, and lack of vitality are Barrow's themes.

Before David came, he briefly learned that there are about 5,000 people living here year-round, and it is the second most populous town in the Arctic Circle, second only to the town of Tiksi in the country of the furry bears.

Barrow, of course, is the cultural center of the Inuit tribe, one of dozens of Alaska Native tribes.

So among the 5,000 people living here, 60% are Alaska Natives, and for the other 40%, what drives them here is the rich oil resources in this area.…

David drove around the town and finally walked into the only hotel he saw.

"Adventurer?"

The hotel owner raised his eyebrows and spoke fairly proficient English.

David asked back: "Why not a passenger?"

The hotel owner smiled and said: "Now is not the time to travel. The climate in Barrow hardly changes throughout the year. There are only short travel windows in spring and autumn. To be honest, except for locals, anyone who dares to come here for a while in this ghost place

We all call outsiders adventurers."

The beach scenery in the northernmost town is indeed rare.

Boundless ice of silence, extremely cold water, and nothingness and desolation like the end of the world.

But it is these landscapes that prove Barrow’s abnormal weather and harsh environment.

By all accounts, Barrow has never been a good place to travel.

For many people, coming here is more like an adventure.

"I'm curious, apart from me, has anyone else come recently?"

David covered his collar and looked around.

In fact, he didn't feel how cold it was. After his body was strengthened, he could still hold on for a while even if he walked naked on the ice sheet. This was mainly because he was used to a relatively warm environment, so the wind made him uncomfortable.

"No."

The hotel owner smiled and said: "It is precisely because you don't have one that you are an adventurer."

"That makes sense."

David saw the steaming coffee in the hotel owner's hand: "Bring me a cup of coffee."

"Ten dollars a drink."

The innkeeper tore open a pack of instant drink, stirred it twice, and handed it to David.

"I guess there won't be anyone from the Price Administration and the Internal Revenue Service coming here to check on you." David sighed.

"There is no price bureau here, but the IRS is a bunch of money-hungry people."

The innkeeper snorted: "I'd rather continue to be a furry bear."

Alaska used to be the territory of the furry bear country, but the furry bears were sold to the United States for a few hundred dollars.

But the Barrow people of Alaska don't care which country they are in.

Because this is the territory of the Inuit, they have their own customs.

Of course, the Inuit also have another name - Eskimos. But they don't like this name because it is a nickname given to them by the Indians, which means "raw meat eaters" and is very mocking.

"Speaking of which, where is the busiest place here?"

After David paid, he sipped the coffee and asked casually: "I want to go shopping in a crowded place before starting my own trip."

"You can go and experience an Inuit tavern. There are many outsiders there, and you may have more in common with them."

the innkeeper replied.

After a while.

After David finished his coffee, he walked to the location of the Inuit tavern as told by the innkeeper.

The town of Barrow is very small, even a village in David's previous life was better built than here.

Considering the harsh environment of the extremely cold place, all the modern atmosphere here makes people sigh at the great power of human beings in adversity.

When David arrived at his destination, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows as he felt completely relaxed in an unfamiliar environment.

I actually felt a hint of threat at the door.

This feeling is amazing.

David narrowed his eyes.

At this time, the threat was approaching. When the door of the tavern was opened, a familiar face came into view.

The other party's steps were hurried, his brows furrowed slightly, and he seemed to be aware of David's presence, with a trace of vigilance on his face.

But after seeing David, the man's eyes widened, and the vigilance on his face disappeared, turning into surprise.

"David, why are you here?"

"Michael, why are you here?"

David was surprised. He never expected that he would see an acquaintance here.
Chapter completed!