CHAPTER 411: CHAPTER 390: OBSERVATION

Tourism is one of the pillar industries in Alaska, and those tourism companies are the real local powers.

To provide wealthy tourists with the best experience, these companies develop comprehensive travel plans based on the tourists’ needs.

One common factor in these travel plans is to avoid potentially dangerous or unpleasant places for tourists.

And this ’danger’ and ’unpleasantness’ are mostly related to ’conflicts’!

Jungle Ants definitely did not come to Alaska for sightseeing; their goal must involve killing!

Moreover, considering the number, over a hundred Jungle Ants probably have a considerable number of targets to eliminate, most likely the natives.

Of course, these are all Mountain Eagle’s speculations...

But Daria felt that being able to find an entry point in a completely unfamiliar place without accurate intelligence sources, in such a short time, is an impressive ability.

Whether it’s right or wrong isn’t important, even if they end up with nothing, they could eliminate one option and narrow down Black Fox’s target range.

Admiringly looking at Mountain Eagle, Daria said, "I’m going downstairs to buy newspapers and magazines at the newsstand, at least we have some references when filtering those travel plans."

Mountain Eagle nodded and said, "That’s best!

Learn about the past Yukon River fishing and hunting itineraries in Alaska, and then compare it with the plans these companies have given us. If there are differences, maybe we’ll find the key."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle looked at Balang lying on the ground looking somewhat listless and tired, smiling and said, "By the way, ask about the nearby shops’ locations, I’ll take Balang for a walk nearby tonight to help him adjust to the climate and environment here.

Since boarding the plane, this guy has been unhappy, maybe running a bit will make him feel better."

Daria glanced at Balang, who was lying on the ground panting, and laughed, "Boss, Balang grew up in Thailand, you can’t expect him to adapt to Alaska in such a short time.

The weather forecast says the nighttime temperature here is only around 5 degrees, and even at its hottest at noon it is just 15 degrees.

For Balang, who has lived in places with around 30 degrees year-round, this is a challenge. In fact, if we were to come after November, a short-haired dog like Balang wouldn’t even be able to go outside."

After listening, Mountain Eagle grabbed Balang’s neck, rubbed it vigorously, and looked at his half-dead appearance, laughed and said, "Maybe you are the only Malinois in the world who comes to Alaska for tourism, you have to hold up.

We’re headed to the wild, we can’t do without you..."

Butcher watched Daria leave the room, he looked at Mountain Eagle trying to lift Balang’s spirits, hesitated for a moment, then said with a somewhat heavy tone, "Boss, do we have too few people?

Once we discover something, we don’t even have handy weapons."

Mountain Eagle heard this, laughed, and said, "The hotel is definitely safe, you can relax for two days.

Once we get to the wilderness, I’ll figure out the weapons!

High-end guiding hunting companies here offer firearm rental services, we will definitely get suitable weapons."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle looked at Butcher, who seemed unconvinced, and laughed, "Tomorrow, let’s visit an outdoor gear store. We’re not qualified to buy guns legally, but buying you a couple of good knives isn’t a problem."

Butcher didn’t completely understand Mountain Eagle’s thoughts, but after being sure Mountain Eagle had a comprehensive plan, he walked over to a sofa near the door and sat down, then picking up a satellite phone, he said, "Boss, Shark and Post Box still need some time to recover from their injuries...

You need more manpower!

If you don’t have suitable candidates, I can call my former comrades; some of them serve in Siberia year-round and are well adapted to Alaska’s environment."

Mountain Eagle was startled for a moment, smiled, and waved his hand, "We are not going to war for now, so manpower is not a big issue.

When it comes to showdown, Chi Hu’s Little Dog Team will be the best helpers.

If they can’t stop Black Fox in the island country, their next stop is Alaska."

After saying this, Mountain Eagle looked at Butcher, still somewhat restless, he smiled and didn’t continue to talk...

Weapons were the easiest problem for Mountain Eagle to solve; the Sergeant System couldn’t carry items from outside the system, but temporarily producing a few AK-105s was very simple.

Moreover, Alaska is a Gold-producing region, and Anchorage has many sizable gold exchanges...

In the past, Mountain Eagle funded unlocking Sergeant System projects by ’robbing’, initially in Thailand he had no money, and later to avoid attracting attention, he couldn’t purchase physical Gold in large quantities, but this wasn’t a problem in Alaska.

Him, a big spender coming to Alaska to buy some gold products as souvenirs, from any angle, wouldn’t be surprising.

At 8 PM, Mountain Eagle, accompanied by Daria and Butcher, punctually appeared at the hotel’s French restaurant and had a French meal that even cost-conscious Mountain Eagle found a bit painful...

Accustomed to the low cost of living in Thailand, when Mountain Eagle signed the check, he realized the meal with service charge cost nearly 1500 US dollars.

He hadn’t even had his fill!

Daria, seeing the displeased expressions of her boss and Butcher, couldn’t hold back her laughter...

Daria, already the center of attention in the restaurant, became even more so as she laughed. The big-nosed chef, who had been peeping out from the kitchen window, now had an excuse as he pushed a cart over to Mountain Eagle...

"sir, are you satisfied with our dishes?"

Mountain Eagle glanced at the big-nosed French chef in his tall chef hat and spread his hands, saying, "I’m very satisfied with the food, of course, I would give you a five-star rating if you could fill us up..."

Seeing the chef’s stunned look, Daria seemed to think of something very funny, covering her mouth and laughing so hard that it drew the attention of the other patrons.

The big-nosed chef, looking incredulously at Mountain Eagle, said, "sir, you’re quite the joker!"

Mountain Eagle looked at the three covered dishes on the cart the chef had pushed over and shook his head, "The food you make is delicious, especially the crab and foie gras; they taste fantastic.

But I came to Alaska to experience the raw essence of it, and high-calorie food is the perfect match for Alaska.

Rather than those refined dishes, I’d rather try cod, halibut, reindeer, and moose...

I need to taste the wilderness!"

Saying this, Mountain Eagle looked at the unchanging expression of the chef, stood up and smiled, "Buddy, I have no complaints against you, your cooking skills are indeed awesome...

Perhaps when I return from the Yukon River area, the delicacies here might appeal more to me, but for now..."

After finishing, Mountain Eagle signaled Daria and Butcher to stay and finish the complimentary dishes from the chef, while he himself left the restaurant. At the hotel entrance, he met up with Balang, put a leash on its vest, and leisurely walked out of the hotel towards the city center.

It was 9 PM, and the sky in Anchorage was still bright...

Mountain Eagle, leading Balang, walked around the hotel and then followed the road signs to a place called ’Anchorage 49ers’ market.’

It was the weekend, and the weekend market at the Anchorage 49ers was bustling, aside from the bars, it was the liveliest place around.

It was like a flea market where residents around Anchorage brought their agricultural produce, handicrafts, second-hand tools, and even firearms and weapons to sell.

Mountain Eagle passed a stall selling moose steaks, attracted by the aroma of the meat, and approached an old man with white hair using crutches, who was wrapping a marinated steak in foil before placing it into an oil barrel repurposed as an oven...

The unknown sauce mixed with onions and some vegetables Mountain Eagle couldn’t distinguish emitted a strong fragrant aroma under the flame’s grilling.

Not having eaten to his fill, Mountain Eagle pointed to a cooked steak at the stall and laughed, "It smells fantastic, give me a piece..."

Business wasn’t booming, and the old man glanced at Mountain Eagle and said ’15 US Dollars’, then he cut all the meat from a steak, sliced open a long bun, stuffed it first with lettuce, and then shoved in the sizzling roasted meat.

Wrapping the specialty hot dog in butcher paper, the old man handed it to Mountain Eagle and said, "Young man, you have a good eye. This is the best hot dog in Anchorage."

As he spoke, the old man glanced at Balang, who was sticking close to Mountain Eagle’s leg but eying the semi-finished steaks, he whistled towards an Alaskan sled dog with multiple old scars...

The old man petted the sled dog’s body and then threw a large T-bone steak to it.

Watching Balang clearly wanting it but steadfastly staying next to Mountain Eagle without making a sound, he nodded appreciatively and said, "That’s a good dog, would you like one for this fellow too?

I have some half-cooked pure meat steak here, perfect for these little guys..."

Mountain Eagle peeked at the old man’s stall and saw a small wood stove on the ground inside, with a large pot full of enthusiasm on top.

The pot was brimming with vegetable broth and several pieces of steak were stewing...

Looking down at Balang’s occasionally twitching nose, Mountain Eagle shook his head and asked, "Do you have a place to sit here?

My buddy seems very interested in the vegetable soup and steak..."

The old man naturally took out a small stool from behind his stall near the wall, gestured for Mountain Eagle to sit, then fetched a large stainless steel bowl, filling it with a big piece of steak and half a bowl of vegetable soup, placing it on the ground.

After Mountain Eagle indicated Balang could start eating, he himself bought a large cup of lemon water from a nearby children’s drink stall...

After tasting and finding it sour enough to turn his teeth, he still paid two dollars and then gave a thumbs up to the kids to keep it up and make the lemon water even sourer.

The old man watched Mountain Eagle giving advice, shaking his head with a laugh...

Mountain Eagle sat down, taking big bites of the steaming hot dog, watching the old man skillfully divide the moose steak into small pieces and then marinate them in a barrel of sauce...

Savoring the rich taste of the hot dog in his mouth, Mountain Eagle smiled and said, "Fantastic skills, they even feel somewhat familiar..."

The old man paused, looked back at Mountain Eagle, and said, "This marinade recipe was taught to me by a Chinese chef when I was in San Francisco."

Mountain Eagle was taken aback, he took another two bites, and then nodded, "Soy sauce, oyster sauce, minced garlic, white pepper, five-spice powder, indeed it’s a Hua Country recipe, just with extra honey and ketchup added...

I didn’t catch it at first, just felt something familiar!"

The old man didn’t expect Mountain Eagle to instantly identify his unique recipe that had evolved over many years, he curiously asked, "Are you a chef?"

Mountain Eagle shook his head and said, "No, I’m just a very hungry person from Hua Country..."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle looked at the old man’s obviously well-used knife, and a hunting rifle lying under the stall, curiously asking, "Are you a chef or a hunter?"