CHAPTER 425: CHAPTER 398 ATF?

Redick arrived faster than Mountain Eagle had imagined...

But Mountain Eagle didn’t care; he just kept attacking upwards relentlessly!

Simple killing was not a challenge for Mountain Eagle; the real difficulty lay in the fact that there were many gang workers upstairs who weren’t innocent but didn’t deserve to die.

Dozens of workers clad in plastic protective suits and overalls were gathered on the fourth floor, with some gang gunmen mingling among these workers responsible for growing marijuana and manufacturing narcotics, using them as hostages to completely cut off the fourth and fifth floors.

Now this was a tricky situation...

Killing the gang members could be excused as self-defense, but killing the workers as well was indefensible.

This Horned Demon Billy set up a fortress-like factory, yet didn’t even leave an extra escape route for himself, objectively leading the situation to a deadlock...

However, Mountain Eagle didn’t hesitate for too long...

The interior of the fourth floor was a methamphetamine production line, containing flammable and explosive chemicals, along with so many hostages there, a forceful attack was definitely not a good approach.

Moreover, at this moment, there were shouts coming from downstairs, and Daria’s call rang in his ears...

"Boss, Redick and his men are here, should we let them in?"

Mountain Eagle, holding the radio, said: "Let them in..."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle patted Butcher’s arm and said, "You stay here, don’t let anyone from upstairs come down."

Then Mountain Eagle quickly descended the stairs, and as soon as he reached the first floor, he heard the voice of Sheriff Redick...

"Oh my god..."

Redick stood amidst a pile of bodies with a flashlight, holding his head in disbelief as he turned around...

When he saw Mountain Eagle, fully armed and looking even more Delta than Delta operatives, coming down from upstairs, he strode over and shouted, "What the hell did you do?"

Mountain Eagle placed a bright, compact camping lamp at the edge of the stairs, illuminating part of the first floor...

Looking at Redick’s panicked expression, Mountain Eagle spread his hands and said, "I was attacked on the road..."

Hearing this, Redick shouted loudly, "I damn saw it, you won; it’s now like a damn battlefield in Iraq...

What I’m asking is what are you doing here?"

Mountain Eagle spread his hands and said, "Who said I won, I was kidnapped here, then I found these people were taking hostages, and then forcing them to grow marijuana and produce meth.

Being the justice-driven person that I am, of course I chose to resist, and then you saw..."

Redick glared at Mountain Eagle, who was talking nonsense without fear of being struck by lightning, and shone his flashlight around, spotting the several hundred marijuana plants inside the greenhouse...

Mountain Eagle timely said, "The second and third floors are also marijuana cultivation areas, the fourth floor is a meth production factory...

Sir, the Alaska gang really went all out to ensure the locals get their fix of local marijuana and meth!

Now they’ve taken all the workers as hostages and barricaded the fourth floor; your call now...

As a just colleague from Thailand, I’m willing to be the first one to rush in!"

Redick looked at Mountain Eagle as if he’d seen a ghost, and pulling him aside, whispered, "What exactly are you trying to do?"

Mountain Eagle said innocently, "Of course to take down the Anchorage drug nest under your leadership and bring those societal cancers to justice!

Sir, although we come from different countries, I’m also a police officer, and I can fully sense your determination to protect the residents of Anchorage..."

Redick felt he should righteously express his stance, but upon seeing a body missing half of its head, the swear words that reached his lips turned into...

"Thank you..."

Mountain Eagle saw how quickly Redick capitulated, realizing that the Cowboy lawyer he had sent over to the Anchorage government had played his part.

Looking at Redick, still somewhat hesitant, Mountain Eagle pointed to the marijuana and said, "Sir, the people of Anchorage should thank you for taking down such a large-scale marijuana cultivation area and meth factory.

Gradually calming down, Redick listened and pointed to his own nose, and said, "Me?"

Mountain Eagle spread his hands and said, "Unless your city and State Government are willing to acknowledge that a Thai tourist helped take down the drug nest, it has to be you!

Buddy, the Alaska tourist season has started, and the local government needs a big victory to boost morale and simultaneously express to tourists their determination to maintain social order!

I believe a righteous officer like yourself would gladly take up this responsibility under the state governor’s leadership and in cooperation with the Anchorage government!"

To be honest, an Alaskan middle-aged sheriff with the cultural level of an American high school graduate, most of the time, can only communicate straightforwardly. Such people might match the cunning of gangsters in the world, but when brought to the political table, they would certainly be devoured.

Even if one twists their words slightly, such people might get confused.

Mountain Eagle had to speak very bluntly, even hinting at the core essence of the speech Redick would give upon receiving the award.

Then, the middle-aged chubby man gaped at Mountain Eagle...

"What do you want me to do?"

This was the instinctive reaction that people of the world should have...

With benefits come costs!

Mountain Eagle nodded, speaking quietly, "Actually, I came to Alaska chasing a large international criminal group...

I suspect that group’s people will make a big move in Alaska, I don’t know what their exact target is, I only know once they surface, many people will die!"