CHAPTER 507: CHAPTER 471: COMPENSATING PHYSICAL DISABILITIES WITH EQUIPMENT

Donkey and Sealion brought some of their own equipment...

Taking commercial flights doesn’t allow guns, but checked items like Combat Uniforms, tactical vests, and knives are still permissible.

Butcher led the two to a cellar entrance next to the main camp building. As he unlocked the door, Butcher looked back at them and asked, "What do you prefer using?"

Donkey and Sealion exchanged a glance, shrugged, and replied, "Either is fine, AR rifles or shotguns work for us, but if we’re to perform a defense mission, it’s best to equip us with a personal defense pistol."

Butcher is not a man rich in emotions, even not particularly fond of the two partially disabled men before him.

As the main recruiter, Butcher disliked the candidates Tiffany had introduced: two partially disabled men and three seemingly abnormal women, making him feel embarrassed in front of his boss.

In Butcher’s view, an annual salary of 30,000 merits desperate effort from anyone, yet here he was, left with only the dregs.

What dissatisfied him most was that these misfits even thought their offer was too low.

Watching their casual demeanor, Butcher shook his head displeased and said, "Wait here..."

He then unlocked several heavy locks and opened the large cellar door, descending down the ladder into the cellar.

The cellar was stacked with military arms, not only including the hunting rifles and various caliber ammunitions that Mountain Eagle had imported from Anchorage but also items confiscated from Black Fox.

Jungle Ant’s equipment had been buried in a landslide, but after Black Fox was captured, Little Dog Team followed the traces to Black Fox’s temporary base and transported all the military arms back to Brown Bear Camp.

The items prepared by Black Fox were not common AKs and RPGs, but consisted entirely of HK416 rifles, 15 AT4 rocket launchers, 4 Javelin Anti-Tank Missiles, and 2 Stinger Air Defense Missiles.

Now all these items were in Mountain Eagle’s hands. There were not many rifles, but the number of bullets was significant.

A few minutes later, Butcher returned to the surface, bringing with him two fully packed large bags.

Upon surfacing, Butcher looked at Donkey and Sealion changing into their gear, frowning at their dirty tactical vests, shaking his head and said, "Throw away your trash..."

Saying so, he dropped the two heavy bags at their feet...

"3 minutes, we depart in 3 minutes..."

Curious, Donkey crouched in front of the bags...

Inside were brand-new outdoor outfits, Ranger standard tactical vests, bullet-proof plates, soft bullet-proof vests, sophisticated radios, a Marine Corps standard HK416 rifle with a small conch scope, 4 polymer magazines, a P226 pistol, and two stainless steel magazines...

Donkey was CCT, having followed various special forces on international missions in the past and seen all kinds of equipment.

However, since leaving the forces, he had never seen any civilian company providing security staff with this level of equipment.

This set of gear, if priced according to the United States military procurement cost, might exceed their annual salary.

Moreover, it wasn’t just about the money; having this level of equipment meant facing corresponding risks.

Although Donkey and Sealion had been serious before, they hadn’t been fully earnest because they were confident in themselves and didn’t believe a job with a 30,000 annual salary posed any danger they couldn’t handle...

At this moment, the two exchanged glances and finally adjusted their attitude properly.

Butcher watched coldly as the two laborers began seriously changing their outfits. When he saw Donkey fiddling with the small radio, he said gravely, "That’s the latest bone conduction headphone, if your right ear hasn’t been completely destroyed, you should be able to hear with it."

As he spoke, Butcher glanced at the time, saying, "Hurry up, we’re short on time..."

Donkey, knowledgeable about electronic technology, tried placing the radio’s earpiece on his right ear and was somewhat disoriented by its noise-canceling feature...

It took him a long time to adapt to the hearing loss in his right ear, regain his balance, and suddenly being able to hear again made him slightly lose balance, causing him to sit down unexpectedly.

Butcher frowned at Donkey, disdainfully asking, "Are you up for this?"

Donkey shot up as if stung, securing both earpieces firmly, then loudly said, "I’m fine, sir...

I feel really good now..."

Pausing, Donkey carefully asked, "Sir, are these headphones just borrowed or issued to us..."

Butcher, having never experienced deafness, struggled to understand Donkey’s concern...

In fact, after encountering a bomb, this CCT soldier not only completely lost his hearing in the right ear, but his left ear’s hearing had also severely deteriorated.

But with just a little fumbling, he figured out the functions of the radio headphones, which not only had bone conduction and noise-canceling features but could also adjust the volume to balance both ears.

His traumatic brain injury wasn’t untreated, but the series of problems stemming from his hearing loss were obstacles in his treatment path, so that was why he was so anxious.

Seeing Donkey tightly gripping the radio, Butcher frowned and said, "They are issued, how else would you receive orders?"

Listening to this, Donkey earnestly asked, "So you mean, as long as I get the formal job, they are mine to keep, right?"

Butcher nodded, saying, "The ownership of these equipments belongs to the boss, but you’re right, as long as you have the job, they are yours until you’re dismissed."

Sealion quickly changed into new gear and, holding an HK416, checked it before turning to Donkey with a smile and saying, "Looks like you’ve got motivation now..."

As he spoke, Sealion took a P226, pushed the magazine in, checked the chamber, then slipped the gun into its holster, smiling again, "Now I’m motivated too!

I like the thrill of danger; it makes me feel useful!"

Butcher had no interest in the temporaries’ sentimentality. He kicked aside their luggage with one foot and forcefully closed the cellar door, then said, "3 minutes up, let’s move..."

Donkey, attuned to the crisp sounds around him, grinned and slipped a single-point sling over his shoulder, then picked up a rifle and followed Butcher’s steps...

Pigeon crouched on a big tree at the edge of the camp, the evening light still sufficient as he cradled a Remington 700 Hunting Rifle and looked through a scope into the distance.

A Big Doberman with an IR light became Pigeon’s observation point...

These rigorously trained police dogs had grown smarter since being equipped with controllers.

Without an attack command, even if they spotted an enemy, they’d just tail them, waiting for new orders or backup.

Through the scope, Pigeon saw 4 individuals. The density of Alaska’s forests wasn’t large, but that was relative to a tropical rainforest.

Even the observant Pigeon couldn’t see the enemy’s equipment and status through the trees...

"Butcher, two o’clock direction, 600 meters, four people; I can’t see their gear.

Balong and Doberman are in position already. Should we drive them away or capture them?"

Butcher, leading Donkey and Sealion through the forest, stopped and gave them a flanking gesture, whispering, "You two flank left and right, I’ll block them off..."

Donkey hesitated then asked, "What are the rules of engagement?"

Butcher furrowed his brow and responded, "All the land around here belongs to Brown Bear Camp; you’re security personnel, knock them down preemptively if you feel threatened."

Donkey and Sealion exchanged glances...

"OK, I like a straightforward employer..."

After saying this, they each turned and disappeared deep into the forest towards the approaching people from either side.

Butcher watched their retreating figures and nodded slightly...

Some things are hard to quantify, and whether someone is skilled can be judged in many ways.

But only those who’ve experienced real combat know that sometimes marksmanship isn’t the most crucial indicator; choosing paths on the battlefield and stealthily reaching positions are the true tests.

Those who can do these are often able to seize the initiative.

With equal numbers, gaining the upper hand during a face-off typically means the outcome is nearly certain.

Observing their movements and route choices, Butcher guessed they were competent and definitely had combat experience.

After waiting around three minutes, Butcher received their communication, speaking into the radio, "Pigeon, I’m moving in, cover me..."

Pigeon, perched on a tree branch, arms cradling a Remington 700 Hunting Rifle, scanned Donkey and Sealion, who were in position, through his scope and chuckled, "These guys are good, 100 meters more and the enemy will enter the ambush ring, it’s your turn..."

Butcher cocked the bolt of his AK-105, striding forward while saying in a deep voice, "Keep your eyes on them..."

The breeze rustled through the forest, the white noise drowning out the sound of Butcher’s footsteps as he blocked the uninvited guests’ path, gun ready to signal Dobermans to tighten the encirclement, when the leader of the group of four felt something...

A middle-aged Big Beard in outdoor attire, carrying a hunting rifle, abruptly stopped and reached backwards to grab his weapon...

"Bang"

A bullet hit the tree trunk beside him, splintering wood and eliciting a startled yell from the four as they started to draw their weapons...

"Bang bang bang..."

"Bang bang bang..."

Tri-burst shots landed at their feet from both sides...

"Drop your weapons, drop your weapons..."

The sudden appearance of Donkey and Sealion forced the four to nervously form a defensive circle back-to-back; just as the leading middle-aged Big Beard was about to speak, several black Big Dogs burst from the bushes beside them...

Before they could react, three strong Dobermans latched onto the right arms of the three handgun-wielding men, pulling them to the ground...

As middle-aged Big Beard instinctively reached for his gun, two Dobermans appeared on either side, issuing low growls.

"oh shit..."

As Big Beard heard his companions’ screams, he stopped reaching for his weapon and knelt down, lifting his shotgun high by the barrel and butt...

"I surrender..."