CHAPTER 417: CHAPTER 394 SHOPPING

Mountain Eagle saw such a large-scale gun shop, or rather a comprehensive outdoor equipment store, for the first time in reality.

One wall nearly 40 meters in length and about 4 meters in height was filled with firearms!

And for each category of firearms on the wall, there were several large solid wood shelves in front, displaying various models of guns.

They weren’t locked or tethered; apart from not having magazines, you could take down a gun and freely examine and play with it.

Many of the guns here Mountain Eagle could only judge by their shape, but there were many brands he didn’t recognize.

What made the most impression on Mountain Eagle were those guns on the wall that were clearly not for sale, arranged by model and year from top to bottom...

It was like visiting a car dealership, where not only could you see the model you wanted to buy, but also the model’s past iterations, and even learn about the history and development of the vehicle.

The guns actually for sale were all on the shelves, and Mountain Eagle estimated that this gun shop had nearly 2000 various firearms on its shelves.

What truly shocked Mountain Eagle wasn’t the guns, but rather the mountains of bullets stacked up like discounted toilet paper in a supermarket.

On bases 4 meters long, 4 meters wide, and 80 centimeters high, bullet pyramids were built from boxes of bullets, and there were 15 of these in the store.

Around each bullet pyramid were dozens of large, floor-standing frames, with various magazines laid inside like cabbages for people to freely choose, and these magazines were not like those in other states that had grooves to limit the number of bullets.

Seeing the locals pushing shopping carts, buying all sorts of weapons and ammunition with their wives and children as if shopping in a supermarket, Mountain Eagle’s perception of Alaska changed once again...

Because what he heard was adults teaching children what caliber of weapon to use for different prey...

There were fiercely debated discussions about taking down a troublesome black bear at the doorstep...

There were discussions, full of excitement, about bagging several reindeer for an easy winter...

Shotguns were the mainstream in Alaska; people here bought them with the purpose of fighting nature while filling their stomachs.

Guns were almost a necessity for Alaskans!

And the firearm laws here were incredibly lax...

For example, Federal law stipulates that automatic weapons produced after 1986 cannot be sold on the market or purchased by the public.

Alaska didn’t have such a regulation, but out of respect for Federal law, they indeed did not sell any automatic weapons.

However, this store blatantly designated an area for all sorts of conversion kits, even providing technical guidance to help you convert semi-automatic rifles into automatic ones.

The people around didn’t find it strange at all. Even the chubby fellow Redick greeted a few guys who helped with the conversions and then gestured towards Mountain Eagle and his group.

Mountain Eagle didn’t rush to buy guns, but instead took a tour around this huge outdoor equipment store...

From fishing hooks to fishing boats, from flint to oil saws, from underwear to storm jackets, from nail clippers to hand axes, it had everything one could imagine...

This was the type of store men should shop in; even someone like Butcher lingered in the tool section, seemingly unable to leave.

Seeing Butcher holding a hand axe he couldn’t let go of, Mountain Eagle waved his hand and shouted, "Buy it, it’s on me!"

Actually, Mountain Eagle’s system contained all of these outdoor tools and undoubtedly of superior quality, but they tended to have a uniform appearance and a military style.

Who wouldn’t buy a favorite knife or clothes if they had a sizeable wallet?

Compared to Butcher’s thriftiness, the moment Daria heard the word ’treat’, she was like a mechanism activated, pushing her cart straight into the outdoor clothing section.

Mountain Eagle wasn’t too interested in those things, but he was quite fond of various exquisite outdoor stoves...

Perhaps it was the innate love for men to set fires, or the obsession of a Hua Country person to have a warm soup outdoors; the various delicate stoves and military pots appealed to him.

For Mountain Eagle, going on a long camping trip without a pot was like hitting the club without wearing underwear!

While he was lingering among the various delicate folding wood stoves and kitchenware, he unexpectedly found the Hua Country 78 kettle, already obsolete.

The outer layer could act as a lunch box or small pot, with a water bottle inside.

This design wasn’t novel, but in Mountain Eagle’s view, it was absolutely top-notch in practicality.

It was very convenient to boil water in the small pot and pour it into the kettle.

Or to cook up vegetable soup with some compressed vegetables and water, add some noodles, it was an absolute delicacy in the wilderness.

Just as Mountain Eagle was pondering how to pick these small items, a husky voice came from behind him...

"As a wealthy customer, all you need is a tent, a sleeping bag, a moisture-proof pad, a good gun, a good knife, and the rest should be prepared by the guide."

Mountain Eagle was startled for a moment, then turned to look, and unexpectedly found the old man with whom he had shared a meal behind him...

Mountain Eagle subconsciously looked left and right, then pointed to his own nose and said, "Are you talking to me?"

The old man nodded slightly and said, "If you are the wealthy Chinese descendant threatened by a gang but still going hunting, then I am talking to you."