Otaku Translation: Honey Badger's Streaming Life C173

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Inside the car, had taken over driving duties, while sat in the passenger seat, leaning against the door with her rifle across her lap, lost in thought.

Luke glanced at her briefly before casually asking, "By the way, why did you have fetch your backpack before meeting up with you? It’s almost as if you foresaw this situation."

In the backseat, among the items Iru had hastily packed from the camp, Wang Ping’s secretly checked backpack was also present.

"..."

Anna turned to look at Luke, her gaze cold.

"Do you suspect me?"

"Oh, no, not at all! Just curious," Luke quickly waved his hands dismissively, shaking his head with a smile.

Anna turned back to look out the window. After a long pause, she finally spoke. "I asked her to bring the explosives I’d left in the hideout to make grenades. I didn’t expect her to bring the entire backpack."

The car fell silent again as both were lost in their thoughts. As they rounded a mountain pass and glimpsed a road ahead, flashing police lights appeared in the distance.

Luke slammed on the brakes, bringing the pickup truck to an abrupt stop.

"Why are the police suddenly here?" Luke exclaimed in surprise.

For some reason, Anna frowned.

"It must be those people from the mountain who called them. This is all part of their plan!" Anna mused. "But how do they know so much about our movements?"

"Maybe it’s just a coincidence..."

Luke turned to Anna, prompting her with a suggestive tone. "Think about the group we encountered earlier today. If we hadn’t intercepted them, all of this would’ve been aimed at them instead."

Anna snorted. "The fact is, it’s targeting us now. Let’s turn back!"

Perhaps due to the exhaustion from the day's events, Wang Ping slept deeply in the evening. In his dream, he was back with Team Three, carrying out missions alongside everyone. He even made significant progress with Anna—during a stargazing moment, she leaned on his shoulder.

Unfortunately, just as Wang Ping turned to sneak a kiss, Anna’s face transformed into a gray-furred rabbit, which promptly kicked him in the face.

"Damn it!"

Wang Ping, sleeping on the front passenger seat, woke up abruptly as the tumbled from the hammock above, landing on his face. He pushed the pup aside, yawning as he sat up.

After wiping the sleep from his eyes and observing the bright morning outside, he sighed, reached for the battered travel kit from the backseat, scratched his butt, and hopped out of the car.

The morning air was chilly, but after a few deep breaths of fresh air, Wang Ping felt refreshed, the lingering scent of milk from the wolf pup gone.

The campfire had died down, its embers stirred by the breeze, sending up a cloud of ash.

Wang Ping walked past last night's BBQ spot to the stream, pulling out a child-sized toothbrush from the travel kit. After applying some toothpaste, he began brushing his teeth, using the stream water.

Occasionally, chunks of ice floated downstream, colliding with rocks and producing sharp sounds.

Hearing a piercing cry echoed in the sky, Wang Ping glanced up to see two —one large and one small—circling above. They soon disappeared into the distance.

As the toothbrush swished in his mouth, Wang Ping’s mind wandered back to yesterday’s events.

"I wonder how they’re doing. And was that eagle caught yesterday really the ?"

Who knows how poachers determine such things—do they measure them with rulers afterward? To Wang Ping, apart from obvious size differences, all golden eagles looked the same; he couldn’t tell any distinctions.

"Halalala~ Spit!"

After brushing his teeth, Wang Ping rinsed his mouth by the stream, wiped his lips, and stood up. Passing by the rack next to the extinguished campfire, he grabbed his now-dry hoodie and brought it back to the car.

As usual, Gu Lang slept in until late morning. It wasn’t until Wang Ping had finished his morning exercise, tended to the wolf pup’s personal hygiene, and then fed it some milk that Gu Lang finally emerged from the tent, yawning and scratching his head.

Sometimes Wang Ping marveled at Gu Lang’s luck, as if nature itself favored him. Otherwise, with such poor vigilance—leaving the campfire burning without anyone keeping watch—he should have been eaten by nocturnal predators or burned alive by stray embers igniting the tent.

Strangely enough, despite tales of rampant wildlife on the plateau—bears and wolves—Gu Lang’s closest encounter was being chased briefly by . The only adult wolf he saw was already dead.

After much contemplation, Wang Ping concluded that once someone reaches a certain level of obliviousness, even fate takes pity. Unlike himself, who had been thoroughly bullied.

The set off again, following the route Wang Ping had indicated the previous day, heading northwest through the mountain pass into the valley. After yesterday’s sandstorm, even Gu Lang agreed that the route that crossed the wasn’t reliable.

At least yesterday there was a windbreak in the form of a mountain hollow. If another sandstorm hit mid-journey, there’d be nowhere to hide.

After skirting around the western foot of for about five kilometers, signs of the sandstorm’s devastation gradually faded. A wide river curved around from the north side of Chitong Mountain, splitting the valley into northern and southern parts.

However, with shallow waters and sections where the riverbed rose high enough to cause diversions, the nearly 25-centimeter-high chassis of the Wrangler rendered these obstacles negligible. On flat stretches, Gu Lang even drove carelessly through the water.

In the forested areas along the riverbank, spring was in full bloom, with occasional sightings of small animals. Wang Ping spotted a half-meter-long standing under a tree, its face melancholic as it watched the off-road vehicle splash through the river.

After driving nearly 30 kilometers, the river took a bend, forming a vast riverbank at the confluence with another south-flowing river. Just as Gu Lang hummed a tune, he suddenly hit the brakes, staring in astonishment at the scene ahead.

Wang Ping, chewing on a piece of dried beef, looked up. Not far away, near the bend of the riverbank, lay a figure in a blue windbreaker, face buried in the sand. Judging by the length of hair covering the face, it appeared to be a woman.

"Bang!"

While Wang Ping was still analyzing who this person might be, the car door opened, and Gu Lang jumped out, running toward her.

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