CHAPTER 428: CHAPTER 399: THE RESOLVE FOR REVENGE_2

It’s clear that over here in Alaska, it’s pretty much the same!

Sheriff Redick obviously wants to take down Horned Demon Billy, and he only needs a fairly reasonable excuse to do so; it seems that procedures don’t matter at all.

In fact, Mountain Eagle really underestimated the Alaska State Police; these officers are not just ordinary policemen, most of the sheriffs also take care of the paperwork for various places in Alaska, essentially replacing the government’s role.

Since Alaska, aside from a few small towns like Fairbanks, doesn’t even have county governments.

In those sparsely populated towns, the majority of administrative work is handled by the State Police, and locals usually elect a respected elder, who receives a modest subsidy to assist the sheriff in managing the area.

Just like in the old American Western movies, the sheriff is the most powerful person in a region!

How could such a person strictly adhere to the rules? Those who are rigidly rule-abiding can’t manage the fierce residents and natives.

Having understood Sheriff Redick’s attitude, Mountain Eagle nodded and said, "Let those STRs keep an eye on the fourth floor, you come with me..."

A few minutes later, a window on the third floor’s east side, which had been sealed by bricks, was smashed open with a sledgehammer...

Mountain Eagle took out a rope with a claw hook, swung it out the window a few times, and successfully hooked it onto the roof edge...

Mountain Eagle pulled on the rope firmly, about to take the lead, when Butcher grabbed his boss, determinedly saying, "Boss, let me go first..."

Mountain Eagle always had a habit of rushing to the front, during battles it was inevitable because he was stronger than Butcher and the others, but it was hard for Butcher when Mountain Eagle tried to compete in matters of lesser importance.

Seeing the seriousness on Butcher’s face, Mountain Eagle decisively corrected his error. He handed the rope to Butcher, then fastened another safety rope around his waist...

Between men, there’s no need for nonsense...

"Go!"

The Captain of the STR Goat Beard Team, who was determined to move with Redick, seeing Butcher fully geared and starting to climb upwards, not fast but very smooth and firm...

This obviously long-out-of-combat middle-aged man swallowed and said to Redick beside him, "What’s the background of these guys?

Is our STR training too lax?"

Hearing this, Redick shook his head in disdain...

STR says it’s special police, but in reality, they are just a bunch of restless troublemakers in the State Police, conducting two days of intensive training each month; the government provides some special equipment and subsidies a part of their weapon purchase costs.

It looks decent, but they are really just well-equipped policemen capable of fighting, whose beacon signifies they’re available 24/7.

Of course, the ’capable of fighting’ in the Alaska State Police does have merit, yet compared to professional special forces soldiers, there’s still a very big gap in tactical execution ability and physical fitness.

Watching the voluptuous Daria grab the rope and rapidly ascend under the upward pull...

Redick stretched his legs, then looking at Goat Beard, said, "Juan, make sure you secure my safety rope later...

I have a bottle of single malt whiskey back home, and I’ll treat you to it!"

Goat Beard Juan, watching the fully armed Mountain Eagle sliding out of the window, tall and strong but appearing extremely agile, tied one end of a rope around his own waist and the other around Redick’s, earnestly saying, "Don’t worry, I will ensure your safety.

When we return, I’ll file a report, from now on at least four days of monthly training, I want those deadbeats out of STR..."

Redick was stunned for a moment, flipped Juan the bird saying FUCK YOU, then grabbed the rope tied around his waist and maneuvered his hefty butt on the window sill, slowly moving outward...

He was aware of his own limitations, knowing his arm strength would definitely not be enough to climb up by himself, ultimately he would have to rely on Mountain Eagle and the others to pull him up.

But to show his downstairs colleagues that he was working hard, he still pedaled his legs like a fat frog, as if it could relieve some of the pressure on Mountain Eagle and his team.

When the fatso was pulled up to the rooftop, people downstairs couldn’t help but wipe the sweat off their foreheads and then took a deep breath...

It took both Mountain Eagle and Butcher to pull the man who weighed over 200 kilograms, Redick, up to the rooftop...

Seeing this guy lying on the edge of the rooftop, continuously bouncing his legs, trying to inch his body forward...

Mountain Eagle sighed, grabbed his arm, pulled him in, and said, "Buddy, climbing is too dangerous for you. I bet you can’t do without a police car and highways..."

Redick sat on the ground and wiped the sweat from his forehead, saying, "I wasn’t like this two years ago. If it wasn’t for my brother, I’d still be a sheriff in Holy Cross Region...

I had a boat there. I would go out on patrol and hunting every day. That was the ideal life for me!

That son of a bitch Horned Demon Billy killed my brother two years ago!

You know, my sister-in-law committed suicide the day after my brother was buried, and then on the fourth day, my mother disconnected her IV and died in her bed at home.

I fucking had three funerals in one week!

That was when I realized my brother had taken care of all the family stuff!

I always thought I fought for those rivers, snowy mountains, tundras, forests, and the free sunrise and sunset myself.

But in reality, if it weren’t for my brother finding an angelic woman and then taking our parents and sister to his home to care for, I would never have had the chance to live a carefree life.

My sister-in-law left a note, she said she couldn’t hold on any longer, and I knew nothing about it!"

Mountain Eagle looked at the complex and sorrowful expression on Redick’s face, unsure whether he should comfort the guy...

He clearly knew his own issues and attributed all the problems to himself. Killing Horned Demon Billy was his way of redemption.

Mountain Eagle sympathetically looked at Redick, a man who loved outdoor activities, who tortured himself up to over 200 kilograms in just two years, almost causing his body to collapse...

Whether what he did was right or wrong, in Mountain Eagle’s heart, while he felt guilt, the vengeance that needed to be completed could not be omitted.

He patted the guy on the shoulder, pointed in Daria’s direction, suggesting he go help keep watch together. Then, Mountain Eagle returned to the edge, struggling to pull Juan up as well.

This guy didn’t seem as fat as Redick, but he was not light either.

Mountain Eagle caught his breath several times, then was just about to use the radio to contact Old Qiao and the others when Daria waved at him...

He quickly walked over, following Daria’s guidance to look, and saw a round cover that could only be opened from the inside near the northwest corner of the rooftop...

If there isn’t any explosives or a cutter, this thing can’t be opened!

Mountain Eagle had actually already detected through Golden Cicada the situation inside the 5th floor; about four or five people had gathered below the passageway, seeming to wait for something.

Mountain Eagle picked up the radio and said: "Old Qiao, ask the crane operator to call Horned Demon Billy..."

While speaking, Mountain Eagle pointed at the several large ventilation units around and said, "Take cover for yourselves, we’ll wait for those guys to come up."

Bearded Juan crouched next to a unit, glanced at Redick squatting there aiming his gun, and said, "Buddy, let’s kill Horned Demon Billy together, but before shooting shout ’Hands up, drop your gun’...

I fucking don’t want to lie to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, OK?"

Redick was stunned for a moment, nodded slightly, and said, "OK, every word I shout will be followed by a shot at him!"