CHAPTER 412: CHAPTER 391 UNEXPECTED CONFLICT

The old man’s business wasn’t very good at first, but ever since Mountain Eagle sat behind his stall and gobbled down the specialty hot dogs, people kept coming to his booth.

The old man was busy, but still found time to answer Mountain Eagle’s questions...

"I used to live in Ninana, west of Fairbanks. I have a log cabin there, and when I was young, I was the best hunter around Fairbanks."

Speaking of which, the old man, perhaps worried that Mountain Eagle wouldn’t believe him, took off a bracelet made of animal teeth from his wrist and threw it to Mountain Eagle, then pointing at the large Alaskan dog, he said, "Simone has been with me for many years, the scars on its body were caused by a brown bear, which then became my trophy.

This is the bracelet made from that brown bear’s teeth, you can have it for fifty dollars.

Trust me, it could save your life when you encounter wolves."

Mountain Eagle quickly finished the specialty hot dog, then, looking at the Bear Tooth Bracelet in his hand, curiously asked, "Is this thing legal?"

The old man shrugged his shoulders and said, "I’m not sure about other places, but hunting is protected under the law in Alaska."

Hearing this, Mountain Eagle laughed and nodded, saying, "I heard that hunting is legal here in Alaska, that’s why I came here.

I want to visit the Yukon River basin and shoot some big game, any recommendations?"

The old man frowned and said, "Around the Yukon River there are moose, reindeer, brown bears, but hunting licenses are not easy to get."

Mountain Eagle said indifferently, "It doesn’t matter if I can’t get a license, I’m more interested in Alaska’s snow-capped mountains, forests, lakes, and wilderness.

If I can’t hunt big game, camping and fishing are also good alternatives."

The old man heard this, nodded and said, "Then you need to find a good captain, the taste of salmon this time of year is very nice, a good captain can take you to a calm tributary, and also to tundra suitable for camping."

Mountain Eagle felt this old man seemed very familiar with Alaska, he took out a hundred dollars and put it in the old man’s cash box, smiling and saying, "The Yukon River is very long, do you have any suggestions?

Where’s the best place to go, where the scenery is most beautiful...

It would also be good to know which places are dangerous, it would help me know if those tour guides are right."

The old man frowned and thought for a while, then said, "The entire Yukon River is very beautiful. If you want to fish, I suggest you go downstream. If you want to hunt, this season it’s best to go upstream."

Mountain Eagle listened, nodded seriously indicating he had taken note, then hesitantly asked, "Will there be danger?

At the hotel, the butler told me that recently some parts of the Yukon River are not very peaceful, so I’m a bit unsure..."

The old man replied somewhat noncommittally, "Danger? Alaska itself represents danger!

But the hotel’s butler is right, recently some native communities downstream are unsettled and not suitable for tourists."

Mountain Eagle curiously asked, "Why?"

The old man shook his head and said, "What else could it be? Gold!

With the arrival of summer in Alaska, the Gold Diggers are back...

Those damned pests don’t care about the local environment at all, so they often have conflicts with the locals, last month bodies were discovered in Saint Mary’s and Marshall downstream of the Yukon River...

If you want to go fishing, it’s best to avoid that area!"

Mountain Eagle didn’t expect to get useful information just by casually chatting with someone; he waited for Balang to finish, then packed another specialty hot dog to take back for Butcher, and then asked where nearby to buy dog food, and walked with Balang into the still bustling market...

One advantage of having wealthy customers is that as long as you spend enough money at a stall, you can chat with the stall owner as much as you want, and inquire about some useful information.

Conflicts between locals and Gold Diggers...

Annual protests in Alaska by environmental organizations against oil companies...

Conflicts between the indigenous people and logging companies...

Conflicts between hunters and the government over hunting licenses...

All these conflicts suggest, Alaska is not peaceful!

Mountain Eagle temporarily couldn’t discern the authenticity of this news, nor could he confirm what Black Fox’s target was.

However, real ’experts’ are coming in the next two days to apply, so he wasn’t in a hurry...

After walking around the market, he returned to the hotel with several hunting knives and a bag of dog food.

Butler Celek, knowing that the guests of the presidential suite had gone out, had been waiting in the hotel lobby...

Upon Mountain Eagle’s arrival, Celek briskly approached, found two waiters to help Mountain Eagle with his stuff, and then, watching the apparently much happier Balang, smiled and said, "That’s a good dog...

It has a chance to regain some of its wildness in Alaska!"

Mountain Eagle, curious, looked at Celek and said, "From what you’re saying, someone has already provided you with a travel plan?"

Celek nodded and said, "Yes sir, the biggest Guiding Hunting Company in Alaska has prepared a hunting route for you...

The detailed travel plan has been sent to your room, you can take a look before bed..."

Speaking, Celek winked at Mountain Eagle and said with a smile, "But don’t rush into a decision, sometimes the biggest companies do not provide the best services.

Some capable small companies are more willing to align with your preferences to help you have a pleasant trip."

Mountain Eagle listened, smiling and said, "Do you have any good recommendations?"

Celek slightly shook his head and said, "It all depends on your needs, I can only assist when you are hesitating."

After hearing this, Mountain Eagle nodded slightly and said, "I indeed need assistance, locals know more about the abilities of guides and captains.

Today, while I was out, I encountered some interesting locals who made me realize that travel plans can be changed, and having the right person is most important to truly understand Alaska!"

Celek nodded in understanding, just as he was about to press the elevator button to take Mountain Eagle upstairs, a scream suddenly erupted from the hotel lobby...

Several masked strongmen rushed into the hotel lobby, stabbed a middle-aged man carrying an outdoor package to death, and then stole his bag and sprinted out of the hotel...

The hotel’s security attempted to stop them but got slashed on the arm, and as several other security guards drew their guns trying to surround the knife-wielding strongmen, those men turned and charged towards the interior of the hotel, seemingly trying to escape from another direction.

However, they clearly were not familiar with the hotel’s interior; after running for a bit they actually charged near the elevator area where Mountain Eagle and Celek were.

Seeing that they had run into a dead-end, the three masked strongmen looked around, just in time to see Mountain Eagle and Celek waiting for the elevator...

Celek sensed danger and continuously hit the old elevator button as if that would make the elevator open faster.

Mountain Eagle, while having his back to the elevator door, whistled to Balang, who then moved two meters to the side, his neck fur bristling, and growled threateningly at the three masked strongmen.

Balang’s intimidation was certainly enough; originally, they could have turned and ran elsewhere and Mountain Eagle wouldn’t have bothered with them.

However, as the hotel’s security closed in, when one of the masked strongmen pulled out a handgun and aimed it at Balang and approached Mountain Eagle, the situation slid in another direction.

Mountain Eagle could feel Celek’s legs trembling next to him...

Watching a strong man covered in tattoos holding a gun at Balang while also shouting at him...

Mountain Eagle, while raising his hands to show he was unarmed, said in a slow and steady tone, "Sir, you should be thinking about escaping right now, not staying here looking for trouble.

If you miss my dog, it will tear your throat apart...

You still have time to change your mind!"

Despite Mountain Eagle’s reasonable advice, the strong man seemed provoked, suddenly pointed the gun at Mountain Eagle’s head, and yelled loudly, "Why won’t you shut up, you damn Asian monkey?

Get in the elevator and hurry up..."

Standing at the elevator entrance, faced with the strong man’s threat, Mountain Eagle calmly said, "Let me remind you, this elevator only stops at the Presidential Suite on the top floor, you can’t escape through it."

As he said this, Mountain Eagle looked at the approaching hotel security and said to the strong man wheezing like a wild bull, "You can’t escape now..."

Clearly not in his right mind, the armed strong man turned his head, just as he was about to take Mountain Eagle hostage, Mountain Eagle’s left hand suddenly grabbed the gun’s sleeve, forcefully pulling and twisting to disarm, and his right hand quickly pressed against the strong man’s Adam’s apple...

The already extremely agitated strong man clutched his throat, knelt on the ground, sticking out his tongue, coughing, and looking to his comrades for help.

Two knife-wielding strong men paused, one of them tried to rush at Mountain Eagle with a knife when Balang clamped down on his wrist...

"Ah..."

It’s hard for ordinary people to understand the fear of being bitten by a police dog; as the seventy-kilogram Balang fiercely shook his body, the knife-wielding man fell to the ground...

His first instinct was not to struggle with Balang but desperately to free his wrist from Balang’s jaws.

This inexperienced move only worsened his wrist injury.

These people were clearly just thugs, the last knife-wielding man forgetting the existence of Mountain Eagle and the hotel security, hopped around Balang and his companion in circles trying to help his friend but dared not come too close.

When a black security guard hit the man with a Taser gun, he was shocked to the point of wetting his pants...

"Ah..."

Seeing the hotel security had controlled the situation, Mountain Eagle deftly removed the magazine from the handgun, pulled the slide to check the chamber, then handed the handgun along with the magazine to a cautiously approaching white security guard...

Watching the white security guard sigh in relief, Mountain Eagle whistled to recall Balang, then pointing to the gasping masked strongman, said to the white security, "Before the ambulance arrives, it might be best to have the hotel’s doctor intubate him...

I was a bit nervous just now, so I didn’t control my strength properly."

Then, Mountain Eagle looked at the stunned Celek and said, "This counts as self-defense, right?

The police won’t be coming after me, right?"

Celek was taken aback for a moment, then decisively nodded and said, "Don’t worry, our hotel has comprehensive legal consultation services.

We have complete surveillance footage, and I can testify for you that you acted in response to a threat to your life.

According to Alaska law, there is no upper limit to the intensity of a self-defense counterattack!"

Mountain Eagle nodded slightly after hearing this, glanced at the backpack snatched by the three strong men, a few inconspicuous golden sands fell from the side pocket of the backpack on the floor...

Frowning, Mountain Eagle took Balang into the elevator, nodding to the respectful-looking security guards, then said, "I’ll be upstairs, if the police need, I can assist in the investigation...

Of course, preferably not during my sleeping hours, thank you!"

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Been feeling unwell these past two days, another Chapter tonight!