After Mountain Eagle ended his call with Odin, he called Daria...

Daria and Donkey were flying a helicopter, carrying the blood samples of Mountain Eagle and Yue Yi to Anchorage, where they were waiting in the hospital, eager to get the blood test results first.

Inform Daria to assist the 'Little Dog Team' arriving tomorrow, Mountain Eagle stretched his body and then heard a commotion coming from the attic of the cabin.

Two Springer Hounds, two Malinois dogs, along with the calls of the Snowy Owl and a few kids, naturally created a headache-inducing cacophony.

Mountain Eagle heard the commotion above his head but pretended not to notice, stood up to return to the house, only to have a large pile of snow fall on his head the moment he stood, followed by Luna's triumphant chuckle...

Feigning anger, Mountain Eagle took a few steps back, looked at Yue Yi, who was pinned innocently by the window, pointed at his silly son, and fiercely made a throat-slashing gesture while shouting, "Kid, you're done for. I saw your mom bring lots of math books, I'll make sure you finish them..."

Upon hearing this, Yue Yi, forgetting he was wrongly accused, held his face in his hands with a look of terror, shouted, "Dad, I've never learned, I can't..."

Mountain Eagle grinned, saying, "Some things are learned by writing them down. If your fingers aren't enough, you can use Luna's fingers.

Alaska winters are long, we've got time. If you and Luna don't learn addition and subtraction within a hundred, this matter won't end."

Yue Yi's eyes showed overflow of fear, seeing his dad wasn't bluffing. He paused for a few seconds, then turned and rushed into the attic shouting, "Luna, it's all your fault..."

Soon Luna's scream came from the attic, followed by another uproar...

Xiao Wan, who had been chatting inside the house, dashed out, kicked Mountain Eagle's leg, cursed him furiously, then stormed up to the attic, unleashing a roar at the two unruly kids...

The moment the yelling stopped, even the dogs and birds quieted down.

At this time, Mountain Eagle smirked, brushed off the snow on his head, was about to enter the house to get a drink when Razer came out with two bottles of Erguotou, handed one to Mountain Eagle, took a swig himself, then exhaled a breath of alcohol, saying, "Can you show me around the camp?

There's a rumor that Brown Bear Camp can produce fresh vegetables in winter, and reportedly sells cattle and sheep at low prices.

Can you take me to see?

Alaskan winters are tough, a third of Inuit families cannot afford vegetables and fresh beef and lamb for six months every year."

Mountain Eagle looked at Razer, using Erguotou as a beverage, then at the green bottle in his hand, helplessly nodded and said, "Then let's take a look around, meanwhile it's convenient for you to understand the camp layout…"

Razer didn't seem particularly interested in high-tech gadgets…

When the two strolled next to a hemispherical automatic weapon tower, after hearing Mountain Eagle's introduction, Razer shook his head and said, "This thing isn't reliable; under low temperature conditions, once it gets water inside, it will freeze, and the weapons inside can easily malfunction.

The Alaska National Guard's armored vehicles once installed similar things, but every year they spend a great deal on maintenance.

Actually, anyone who's really seen combat knows, efficiency is best when the machine gun on the car roof is controlled by humans.

Blindly pursuing safety decreases efficiency, which ironically compromises safety!"

Mountain Eagle understood what Razer meant…

Nowadays it seems advanced weapons let people sit safely inside a vehicle, attacking like playing a cheating game, but maintaining these things is extremely troublesome.

Most importantly, the response speed of the current automatic weapon station system used by active duty troops is indeed inferior to humans.

Once in close combat, this situation would give the enemy an opportunity.

In fact, even the United States, with the best security forces, usually uses automatic weapon towers in land combat equipment for support…

After all, searching for enemies with the naked eye feels completely different from doing so through a lens, no matter how advanced the aiming devices, they require a certain response time.

Most US Army combat relies on the more mobile Humvees…

Whenever advanced land combat weapons like Bradley Fighting Vehicles enter the fray, there's bound to be a large contingent of local auxiliary troops fighting alongside.

Being an old mercenary on the logistical frontline, Razer's distrust of these things makes sense, Mountain Eagle didn't argue, instead walked Razer around the camp, explained the firepower layout and multiple position setups briefly.

Razer is a true veteran, just one walk around gave him a rough understanding of the camp layout…

On the way to the greenhouse, Razer hesitated for a moment then said, "Maybe I'm old, I don't understand you young folks' ideas. If it were me, I wouldn't place all my hope in those seemingly advanced equipments.

Mountain Eagle, maybe your stuff is truly useful, but from my experience, only face-to-face killing and death could keep people calm."

Mountain Eagle heard and shook his head with a smile, saying, "No, I think quite the contrary, because my real enemies were never the people at the bottom risking their lives to earn money, but those in comfort wielding power and wealth.

Making the scene bloody and gruesome does have a certain deterrent, but for those people, human lives aren't valuable.

What I want to demonstrate is an attack method beyond their comprehension, making them feel unsafe everywhere, so when my whip strikes them, they feel genuinely afraid and hurt.

And then they will obediently come to me for negotiation…"

Razer listened and said incredulously, "You actually want to negotiate with a group of people who want to kill you?"

Mountain Eagle spread his hands and said, "Why not?

All wars serve political purposes, so all fights in the underworld should serve the purpose of negotiation.

My enemy's forces are incredibly large, I can't kill all of them!

Then there are only two real victories...

The first is to defeat the opponent, kill their living forces as much as possible, and then use some means to intimidate and enslave the remaining people.

This is to make others afraid!

There are many aftereffects with this approach, and the greater the pressure, the more severe the backlash.

With my stature, I can't achieve that level, even if I could, it would leave a very bad impression on others, making many of my future actions difficult.

The only useful approach for me is the second one, which is to defeat the opponent and then show mercy...

Actually, the mafia in Italy likes to use this method. After victory, they negotiate to take away interests that cut to the core of the opponent, then force the opponent to sign treaties, lastly draw a red line and bring future competition within rules.

Generally, those who can skillfully achieve this are Godfather-level figures.

No matter if these people are good or bad, they have one essential characteristic, which is being respected.

This is extremely important for people in the underworld, it can even be said to be the key quality for reaching high positions.

Those who kill entire families over small disputes are terrorists, given a choice, no one is willing to cooperate with such people.

Violence that is reasonable, rule-abiding, and polite is the kind of power that truly earns conviction.

Zeta and Helix New Generation in Mexico will always remain stained because the violence they exert has no boundaries.

But Sinoloa is different, they have a vast territory, to exaggerate a bit, they've already established a basic political foundation, if not for the obstacles from the United States, participating in regional elections would be effortless for them.

In their eyes, I am still a small figure, so they feel they can ignore the rules with me, and I need to change their thinking...

If I follow the crazy tactics of Zeta and Helix New Generation, I will just be hated by everyone!

That's why I need to counterattack logically and reasonably, exert violence that understands rules and courtesy, and then force the opponent to acknowledge my status so that I can finally negotiate for a cut."

Mountain Eagle explained all this to Razer in one breath to clarify his stance and purpose, avoiding misunderstandings or misjudgments from old mercenaries like Razer.

Razer has been a mercenary all his life, he can't do what Mountain Eagle said, but it doesn't stop him from understanding a few things, and he comprehends why the once cunning Blood Fox didn't say a single word about Mountain Eagle's choice...

The thoughts of this young man have long transcended the framework of a mercenary, he is considering how to solve problems using the mindset and approach of top-level players.

It's not simply setting up a trap to kill hundreds of people, but pulling the opponent into a quagmire in one battle, forcing them to acknowledge his status, and then bringing the competition into rules.

This world is indeed survival of the fittest, but clashes between high-level forces always appear very restrained...

Just like when the gang leader on Hong Kong Island stands up for the underling, the leaders from both sides always sit down to talk, and as long as the strength between them isn't too disparate, the one who speaks well with reason can usually gain the upper hand.

At this point, unless one side deliberately seeks trouble, the reasonable side just needs not to pursue the conflict to the end, and the boss on the weaker side will generally gracefully offer compensation, then they will hold a reconciliation banquet and smile away the enmity, with business as usual continuing...

As for the underlings' thoughts, no one cares, people only remember how the boss handled matters gracefully.

The same applies between gangs, as well as between nations...

Even if relations deteriorate to the point of a fight, it will eventually be resolved at the negotiating table.

How to pay the smallest price for the greatest benefit is what high-level people need to consider!

If you only fight desperately, you'll be fighting for the rest of your life...

Razer has come to understand Mountain Eagle's thoughts, the old man was silent for a long time feeling a bit uncomfortable, until they walked together to the entrance of the vast greenhouse, at which point he nodded and said: "There are some things I understand, but if you ask me to do them, I absolutely can't.

Mountain Eagle, you are more formidable than I imagined...

Thank you!

I don't even know what I should say, but I know Arctic Fox is actually just a mess, so...

Thank you!"