CHAPTER 422: CHAPTER 396: LURING THE ENEMY HOME_2

Mountain Eagle activated the CZ75 pistol with 2 kilograms of Gold, the UMP45 submachine gun with 5 kilograms of Gold, and the manufacturing program for the Benelli M2 shotgun with 3 kilograms of Gold.

Now, three types of pistols have been activated by the Sergeant System: the Ruger Silent Pistol, Glock 40, and CZ75.

With a submachine gun like the UMP, rifles like the AK-105, sniper rifles like the VSS, and those high-end tactical equipment and individual explosives, Mountain Eagle could single-handedly support a small team’s tactical logistics.

He had spent so much money on purchasing weapons just to cover up the appearance of these weapons.

As for whether Sheriff Redick would suspect anything in the end, Mountain Eagle didn’t care at all. As long as the scene was intense enough, with the local police force and technical capabilities, there would be no way to trace it afterward.

Even if he did suspect something, the carrot dangling in front of Anchorage City Government’s mouth, worth 500,000 US Dollars, would make him drop it.

What’s really important is for Mountain Eagle to make his own people reconcile some of the inconsistencies about their boss.

For instance, although Butcher and Daria were a bit surprised that the boss managed to switch weapons from semi-automatic to automatic, with the exaggerated sales scenes from the outdoor store before, they wouldn’t suspect their boss of carrying a plug-in that needed to consume Gold.

Mountain Eagle, looking at Butcher who began to feel secure after getting his hands on the UMP45, said with a smile, "No rush, let’s take a slow detour, we still have time..."

Butcher eased off the throttle and the steering wheel, rapidly put on the Bullet-Proof Vest and adjusted it, then stuffed magazines filled with .45 caliber hollow-point bullets into his chest pocket while asking, "Boss, what are our rules of engagement?"

Mountain Eagle put on the tactical helmet and tactical glasses, and through Crow’s perspective, saw the gang vehicles on the perimeter getting organized...

He said with a smile, "Whoever shoots at us, we shoot at them!

If they start shooting, what follows is a matter of life and death!"

Daria put on the tactical helmet, tested the radio and night vision goggles, then turned to look at her boss, asking, "Boss, I don’t quite understand. What’s the benefit of having a shootout with these gangs?"

Mountain Eagle looked back at the two old men who’d been following him closely, took out his phone and called Old Qiao, telling him to stop right there. Then, smiling at Daria, said, "I did indeed intend to start slow, to find opportunities to infiltrate slowly...

But now I’ve changed my mind!

For an outsider to find information in Alaska costs too much money. Since I’ve already spent hundreds of thousands, I don’t mind spending a bit more...

But to spend this money efficiently, I need the locals to respect me, not simply see me as an easy mark.

These gangs are the best subjects to establish my authority. I want that after tonight, wherever we go in Anchorage, we can get the answers we want."

Daria’s realization dawned as she said, "Like the docks..."

Mountain Eagle nodded with a smile, "Yes, and all the State Police stations around the area—they’re the real powers."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle set his UMP45 aside and while arranging the spare Benelli M2 shotgun, he said with a smile, "I’m not really trying to make things difficult for Sheriff Redick. I want to give him a big credit.

It’s not just the gangs here!

If Black Fox wants to cause trouble in Alaska, they are naturally enemies of the State Police. From the State Police’s point of view, Black Fox can also become a ’credit’!"

Daria looked back somewhat alarmingly at her boss, who exuded the air of a major villain, and said, "So the gang is just a stepping stone. In the end, Sheriff Redick will have to thank us..."

Mountain Eagle, looking at Daria who had learned to catch on quickly, said with a smile, "I don’t necessarily need his thanks; it’s all in the service of the Alaskan people, after all..."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle viewed through Crow and noticed a group of guys with a bit of standing gathered together, seemingly negotiating.

Then together they entered a building with all its windows sealed, followed by a large number of gang gunmen proceeding to enter the designated positions as directed by the trailing gang underlings on the phone.

Horned Demon Billy’s headquarters, or rather the methamphetamine lab, was actually an abandoned mineral processing factory that had been converted.

Surrounding the mineral processing factory were several abandoned buildings turned into playgrounds by the gangs, along with a large expanse of old factories and wasteland.

The air here was full of the smell of marijuana and the stench of feces and urine; even ordinary people and police in Anchorage wouldn’t come to this place!

Horned Demon Billy had thought his meth factory was well-hidden here, but he was under Mountain Eagle’s surveillance ever since he appeared on the rooftop opposite the hospital.

To Mountain Eagle, he was just another gangster, hardly worth expending too much energy on...

Now that he had a license issued by Sheriff Redick, he’d certainly deal with the problem in the most straightforward and simple way!

As the vehicle was about to pass a dark, abandoned plant, Mountain Eagle suddenly tapped on Butcher’s shoulder and said, "Turn, get out..."

With Mountain Eagle’s command, Butcher suddenly turned the steering wheel, driving into the road inside the factory area, then the three men and the dog got out of the slowly moving car, gently closing the doors and allowing the borrowed car to continue forward at idle speed...

Due to the turn, the following gang gunmen didn’t even notice that Mountain Eagle and his team had already gotten out.

After confirming Mountain Eagle’s route, the trailing gunmen began frantically making calls for backup.

At the same time, the already-ambushed gang gunmen had no choice but to abandon their previously chosen positions, sprinting in an attempt to cut off Mountain Eagle and the others from the other side.

Just as the tracking gang vehicles all chased after the slowly moving car, the three men emerged from the shadows inside the abandoned factory, while Balang ran swiftly along the shadows of the building’s corner to the entrance they had used before...

Just as the front of the car appeared in the center of the T-junction, about to crash into the shrubbery opposite, the gang gunmen on the left of the T-junction fired their guns...

As they fired the first shot, the other gang gunmen who followed behind also rushed out of their cars, shooting in the direction of the vehicle.

Simultaneously, the enemies who had previously been in ambush at the estuary on the left also moved in from the side of Mountain Eagle’s location...

About a dozen gang gunmen, yelling and brandishing various weapons, rushed forward to join the fray.

But at the moment they ran in, two smoke bombs suddenly popped out from the backpack of Balang, who was lurking at the entrance...

In an instant, thick smoke blocked the entrance they had come from...

Those gang gunmen, acting fervently, hadn’t even reacted when deadly bullets were fired from the side of the factory.

The fray ahead was so heated that the sound of the UMP45 firing subsonic bullets was hardly noticeable...

"Da da, da da..."

"Da da da da da..."

The stopping efficacy of the hollow-point bullets was especially evident on these gunmen who lacked bullet-proof vests.

The hollow-point bullets, designed to unfold naturally and form a "blossom" upon entering the body, in combination with precise marksmanship, had a lethal effect.

The dozen or so gang gunmen had no chance to react to what had happened before half of them were struck down.

The remaining half, upon realizing Mountain Eagle’s position, could only see darkness when they tried to look over.

Several panicked gang gunmen tumbled and crawled on the ground seeking cover, but the three figures who emerged from the darkness didn’t give them much of a chance...

"Da da, da da..."

One gang gunman who wanted to charge forward while shouting suddenly swung his head as if it was struck by a hammer, then ran forward erratically for a couple of steps like a zombie before heavily crashing into a car...

At this point, a few of the trailing gunmen who were relatively behind realized that something was amiss. As they turned around with their guns, they saw three dark figures emerging on the road...

"Da da da da da..."