CHAPTER 416: CHAPTER 393 THE TYCOON’S DEMEANOR_2

Redick initially just drove with his partner, following Mountain Eagle, but when Mountain Eagle made his purchase at the sixth gold shop, he began calling for backup.

When Mountain Eagle placed the 30 kilograms of gold worth over a million on the car borrowed from the hotel, and continued leisurely driving around, Redick started to regret.

Anchorage wasn’t exactly a prosperous city; news of a Chinese descendant young man clearing out the gold market, and parading the streets with heaps of gold, quickly spread.

At that point, not only Horned Demon Billy, who held malicious intents, but also other local gangs in Anchorage with guts started stirring.

Redick, who still held a tough detective’s stance by then, started sweating...

He knew Mountain Eagle had to be wealthy, but he never imagined the guy would be this extravagant!

Spending over a million dollars in half a day had made him a target of envy among the gangs and caused Redick, the cop, to tremble with fear.

There’s a difference between a flashy tourist running into trouble and a nouveau riche who created over a million in GDP in half a day and whose pockets clearly had no bottom.

Sweating profusely, Redick no longer cared about his regrets. He urgently contacted the elite tactical unit within the State Police, the Special Emergency Response Team, also known as SERT, then quickly intercepted the spending-happy Mountain Eagle...

Sitting in the backseat, enjoying the thrill of spending, Mountain Eagle felt the Butcher stop the car. He glanced forward at Redick getting off his car and said to the Butcher with a smile, "See what did I tell you? This guy couldn’t last long..."

Hearing this, the Butcher turned to look at Mountain Eagle and said, "Boss, it’s not just him; I can’t last much longer either.

These gold bars are a burden to us. We already have at least three suspicious followers behind us. If this continues, we might run into big trouble!"

Mountain Eagle, smiling, absorbed the gold and then locked the gold storage safe...

Seeing Redick approach him, he smiled, rolled down the window, and said, "Officer, is this temptation enough to bait that Horned Demon Billy?"

Redick, looking at Mountain Eagle’s calm expression, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "It’s enough, but what’s your plan for guarding them afterward?"

Mountain Eagle smiled and replied, "Of course, on the day of departure, I’ll rent a safety deposit box from a bank."

Continuing, Mountain Eagle playfully showed off his cumbersome safety deposit box, laughing, "I asked the people at the gold shop; this box’s size fits perfectly in the Alaska First National Bank’s safes."

Redick rubbed his temples in frustration and said, "So, the people at the gold shop know what you’re planning, right?"

Nodding matter-of-factly, Mountain Eagle replied, "Of course, they were very enthusiastic so I chatted with them a bit more.

Gold is slightly cheaper here in Alaska, I think I’ll often come here in the future, and making some friends is always a good thing."

Seeing a hint of mock in Mountain Eagle’s eyes, Redick glanced back at a few vehicles that had stopped far down the road, then irritably said, "You’ve added extra risk for yourself; I hope your capabilities are enough to manage..."

Then, looking at the Butcher sitting in the driver’s seat, Redick said sternly, "Gold purchasing is done. Come with me; I’ll take you to buy some suitable weapons.

You guys need guns, big guns!"

Mountain Eagle, looking at the anxious Redick, chuckled and said, "Buddy, my guys and I have pretty high standards for weapons. Are you sure the place you recommend is trustworthy?"

By then, Redick, realizing he was dealing with tough cookies, pinched his nose in annoyance and said, "I don’t know your standards, but there you can find the best shooting range and the widest variety of firearms in Alaska.

I can help you get what you need within the boundaries of a hunting permit.

Is that enough?"

Pleased, Mountain Eagle nodded and said, "I’ll have to see it before I give you an answer!

I usually use a 10mm CZ75 Phantom, do they have that there?"

Redick responded irritably, "Thai Police need to carry 10mm guns? What are you planning to shoot?"

Saying no more, Redick turned, got into his own car, then signaled Mountain Eagle and his group to follow...

Mountain Eagle, looking at the Butcher who met his gaze through the mirror, chuckled, "See, there are always more solutions than problems!

Now, just with money, we can legally carry weapons without worrying about ending up in jail."

The Butcher glanced through the rearview mirror, shaking his head, he said, "Boss, solving one problem by creating many more..."

I don’t understand, but I have a premonition that many people will die!

Mountain Eagle grinned and said, "That’s not my problem...

I didn’t start the war; I’m just responsible for taking down all the opponents!

That’s what I’m best at!"

Daria looked at the stern-faced Butcher, smiling as she said, "You still don’t understand, in a completely unfamiliar place, if you want to access information that ordinary people can’t reach, you need to show enough financial power and your own capabilities.

Once you demonstrate the ability to intervene in the event, information unknown to ordinary people will become accessible to you.

We can only filter suspicious areas through the travel agency’s itinerary and distinguish areas that might be related to Black Fox through the news, but to truly understand the inside story, we have to find the right person...

Do you think the boss asked Redick to have two State Police officers accompany him on the trip just to provide protection?

There’s no one better acquainted with the local situation than the State Police!"

The Butcher listened, slightly shook his head, and said, "I only know that the boss’s safety is the most important, and we have too few hands...

kilograms of gold will drive many people crazy!"

Mountain Eagle particularly liked that the Butcher always put himself first; this guy is not really a coward, but the completely unfamiliar social environment in Alaska made the Butcher feel a lack of control and security, so he seemed a bit anxious.

The Butcher might not be the best bodyguard, but he is certainly the best subordinate...

Mountain Eagle clapped his hands to signal Daria not to argue. He smiled and said, "What was that Redick saying just now?

We need guns, big guns!

Maybe with a big gun, you’ll feel secure!"

The Butcher stepped on the gas and closely followed Redick’s car, then nodded and said, "I hope the gun shop that guy recommended is reliable; relying on hunting rifles alone simply won’t handle the problems we’re about to face."

Unaware of the Butcher’s thoughts, Redick drove his car around the inside of Anchorage city, made a call to a colleague to block the suspicious vehicle following them, and then drove along the highway outside the city for nearly an hour, arriving at a shooting range built in the wilderness...

Although it’s called wilderness, it’s not desolate at all...

A huge outdoor supply store and a large supermarket stood in the rest area beside the highway.

Dozens of children dressed in scouts’ uniforms, led by several coaches, got off a bus and walked giggling into the park entrance next to the outdoor supply store.

The supermarket’s entrance was parked with many vehicles, seemingly here for a big shopping trip.

Redick parked his car beside the outdoor supply store...

Watching Mountain Eagle and his companions get out of the car empty-handed, Redick pinched his nose, summoned his partner to keep watch on Mountain Eagle’s vehicle, and then begrudgingly invited this big shot into the store.

It was Mountain Eagle’s first time entering an outdoor supply store in the United States; he knew that such stores usually deal in firearms and ammunition...

But when he entered the gun shop, he was still stunned by its scale...

Indeed, it was exaggerated!

...

Haozi’s eyes really couldn’t take it anymore; he went to the hospital and got eye drops and gel, but still couldn’t stare at the computer for long...

I can bear physical discomfort, but eye discomfort is really tough to handle.

Intermittently for 8 hours, I can only type seven or eight thousand words.

I have no choice but to ask for a day or two...

Thank you!

Grateful!