Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 211 Hunter and Prey

Old Tang was awakened by a smell of blood, but it was not the smell of human blood. Old Tang, who has rich experience in wild survival, knew it very well, but it made him vigilant. He was still asleep, but his hands were quietly I touched my waist.

"Old Tang?" Lu Mingfei's voice sounded: "What are you doing?"

Old Tang opened his eyes and saw a deer head, bleeding from the corner of its mouth, soaking the fur around the mouth.

"Old Lu, what's wrong with you?" Old Tang's voice trembled as he stroked the deer's broken horns tremblingly: "Why did you become a deer!"

"Old Tang, what are you talking about?" Lu Mingfei pushed aside the deer's head that was in the way, and looked at Old Tang in front of him: "Are you sleepy?"

Only then did Old Tang shake his head. He hadn't slept so well for a long time. Looking at the deer carcass stuffed in a bucket in the back row, he said, "What happened?"

"It's nothing," Lu Mingfei said with a grim expression, "I hit a deer, but luckily the car can still drive."

"Oh," Old Tang was not surprised by such things as bumping into a deer. Wild animals are often killed in the United States: "By the way, why do you have such an ugly face?"

"This is the first time I saw a crushed corpse," Lu Mingfei retched, "Ouch, I'm a little sick."

"It's okay, it's okay, just get used to it." Old Tang comforted, and then looked at the two people in front who seemed to be fine: "Are you all okay?"

"What's the matter? My uncle would take me hunting when I was very young." Caesar said calmly, "It's just a crushed deer."

"I don't feel anything, but you," Chu Zihang said, "Mr. Tang, you were so sleepy that we didn't wake you up."

"Sorry, sorry," Old Tang scratched his head. He was troubled by that dream during this period, and he hadn't rested for a long time: "I don't know why, but the quality of sleep in this car was very good, and I didn't even dream."

"It's okay, nothing happened anyway." Chu Zihang comforted him in turn, "We're going to rest in the small town ahead, and you can just help keep watch at night."

"Don't worry about it," Old Tang patted his chest: "I will never fall asleep again."

Several people chatted for a while, and saw the sign ahead, the truck drove out of the highway, and drove towards a small town called Qingquan Town not far ahead.

Qingquan Town, like his name, used to be a gathering area during the development of the west. Because of the precious water source, it gradually formed a small town.

Over the years, the town has gradually declined, but fortunately it is located on an important high-speed node, so the residents of Qingquan Town started the truck driver business, just like a hundred years ago, providing food and water for those hungry travelers.

Over the years, along with the prosperity of the trucking industry, the income of the residents of Qingquan Town has gradually increased, and it seems to have regained its former glory.

At about seven o'clock that evening, Mrs. Monroe, the proprietress of the Hunter restaurant in Qingquan Town, watched a truck with a tattered front drive into the parking lot in front of her house. Four young people got out of the truck, carrying a head The deer, Mrs. Monroe knew right away, were in business.

Although Mrs. Monroe has the same surname as a famous American actress, she is a middle-aged woman with a big waist and a round waist. She has a face suitable for a loving mother and is kind. has a very high reputation.

Today was Sunday, and there were not many delivery drivers, but the Hunter restaurant was still operating as usual. Mrs. Monroe walked out of the restaurant door and walked towards the four young men quickly.

After walking in, Mrs. Monroe saw the appearance of several young men clearly. There were three Chinese and one Caucasian. Their appearances were not bad. Mrs. Monroe's pace suddenly accelerated a little.

"Boys, you must be hungry," Mrs. Monroe beckoned, "How about coming to our restaurant?"

"Do you want to take this deer?" Old Tang pointed at the deer with a crushed chest in the bucket: "Is it okay to use this thing for food?"

Mrs. Monroe walked over, looked at the miserable state of the deer in the bucket, and shook her head: "No, no, this breast is broken, the deer steak is gone, and the hind legs are gone. It can only be used as mince."

"If you want money, I'll give you fifty dollars at most. If it's converted into meal costs, I'll give you 50% off." Mrs. Monroe showed her years of shrewdness as a housekeeper, and calculated the accounts rigorously.

"All right," Chu Zihang stepped forward and said in English, "You take the deer away, and we will go to your place for dinner."

Mrs. Monroe nodded happily, and waved to Chu Zihang: "Then what are you waiting for, come on, young man, bring your prey and come and taste the food at the Hunter Restaurant."

Hunter's restaurant is run by the Monroe family, and it has been passed down to Mrs. Monroe's generation for four generations. According to the history of the United States, it can be called a time-honored brand in the United States.

Mr. Monroe is the restaurant's chef, responsible for cooking the restaurant's rugged food in the back kitchen, while Mrs. Monroe serves outside and works part-time as the front desk bookkeeper.

A few people entered the restaurant. The business of the restaurant was not very good today. There were only a bunch of old men with tattoos gathered around, drinking beer, eating barbecue, and speaking in English with a strong accent.

The four found a place to sit down, and Mrs. Monroe came over with a menu: "What do you want to eat? We have venison at home, do you want to try it?"

"A venison steak." Chu Zihang ordered a recommended dish without hesitation.

"Oh, you must be the driver, and that deer is definitely your prey." Mrs. Monroe has seen many similar things over the years, and when those drivers heard what she said, most of them would want to taste their prey.

"I...I want a hamburger." Lu Mingfei's oral English is not bad, and under the leadership of his senior brother, Lu Mingfei ordered a cheeseburger.

"I'll just order a barbecue, grilled beef brisket." Old Tang conservatively ordered a dish that looked normal.

"Hmm...meatball spaghetti." Caesar looked around, and finally chose a pasta hesitantly. He was willing to try novel dishes, but in this small restaurant, it would be better to have a side to fill his stomach.

The food came out quickly. Mrs. Monroe said it was right. The food in Hunter’s restaurant is indeed interesting, but it’s just a home-cooked food with a large portion. Caesar, who is picky, was not satisfied with the pasta in front of him, so he ate it hastily. , I was going to find a place to rest in the town.

Chu Zihang checked the condition of the car. They were not far from their final destination. With a little maintenance, they should still be able to hold on.

"I'm going to sleep in the car tonight," Old Tang nodded to Chu Zihang, "Go to the hotel and drive all day, it's hard work."

"Old Tang, you are too dangerous alone." Lu Mingfei obviously knew how vulnerable ordinary people are in front of mixed races: "I'll accompany you."

"No!" A voice came from behind Lu Mingfei: "Both you and Chu Zihang go to bed, and I will keep watch with Old Tang."

Caesar came over and handed Lu Mingfei a key: "The house has been opened for you, go quickly."

　I originally asked for leave first, but the dump truck god told me that there are still many people waiting for you.

　　then……

　　Fomalhaut, resurrected!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)