Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 391 Observation
Tourism is one of Alaska's pillar industries, and those travel companies are the real local bosses.

In order to provide the best experience for wealthy tourists, travel companies will develop complete travel plans according to the needs of tourists.

One thing these travel plans have in common is avoiding places that may be dangerous or cause unpleasant experiences to tourists.

And most of this 'danger' and 'unpleasantness' are related to 'conflict'!
Jungle ants definitely don't come to Alaska for sightseeing, their purpose must be to kill people!
And judging by the numbers, the number of targets that more than a hundred jungle ants need to hunt is estimated to be not too small, and they are most likely indigenous people.

Of course, this is all Shanying's guess...

But Dalia felt that it was an amazing ability to be able to find an entry point in a completely unfamiliar place in a short period of time without any accurate intelligence sources.

It doesn't matter whether it's right or not. Even if they get nothing in the end, they can eliminate one option and narrow the target range of the Black Fox.

Dahlia looked at Shanying with admiration and said, "I'll go downstairs to the newsstand to buy some newspapers and magazines. At least we'll have some reference when we're selecting those travel itineraries."

Shanying nodded and said, "This is the best!
"We can learn about past Yukon River fishing and hunting trips in Alaska and compare them to the trips offered by those companies. If there are any differences, maybe we have found the key."

Shanying looked at Barang, who was lying on the ground a little weakly, and said with a smile: "By the way, ask about the location of nearby shops. I will take Barang for a walk around the area at night to let him adapt to the climate and environment here.

This guy has been unhappy since he got on the plane, maybe running will make him feel better."

Dahlia glanced at Barang, who was lying on the ground with his tongue sticking out. She smiled and said, "Boss, Barang grew up in Thailand. You can't expect him to adapt to Alaska in such a short time.

The weather forecast says that the night temperature here is only around 5 degrees, and the hottest at noon is only 15 degrees.

This is a challenge for Baran, who lives in a place with a temperature of around 30 degrees all year round. In fact, if we come here after November, a short-haired dog like Baran can't even go out."

After Shanying heard this, he grabbed Baran's neck and rubbed it hard. Seeing that the guy was half dead, he smiled and said, "Maybe you are the only Malinois in the world who has come to Alaska for tourism. You have to stand up.

We are going to the wild, and we can’t do it without you…”

The butcher watched Dalia leave the room. He looked at Shanying, who was interacting with Baran and trying to arouse his emotions. After hesitating for a while, he said in a heavy tone, "Boss, are we too few in number?

If we find anything, we won’t have the right weapons.”

Shanying listened and said with a smile: "It must be safe in the hotel, you can relax for two days.

When we go out into the wild, I'll figure out how to get the weapons!
The high-end hunting companies here have gun rental services, so we can be sure to get the right weapons.”

As he spoke, Shanying looked at the butcher who seemed a little unconvinced. He smiled and said, "Let's go to the outdoor goods store tomorrow. We are not qualified to buy guns legally, but it is no problem for us to buy you two good knives."

The butcher didn't really understand Shanying's idea. After he was sure Shanying had a complete plan, he walked to a sofa near the door and sat down. Then he took out the satellite phone and said, "Boss, it will take some time for Shark and Mailbox to recover from their injuries...

You need more hands!

If you don't have the right person, I can call my former comrades, some of whom have served in Siberia for many years and are well adapted to the Alaska environment."

Shanying was stunned for a moment, then smiled and waved his hands, saying, “We are not going to fight for the time being, so manpower is not a big problem.

When the time comes to see the real battle, the red fox's puppies are the best helpers.

If they can’t stop the black foxes in the island countries, then their next stop will be Alaska.”

After saying this, Shanying looked at the butcher who was still a little uneasy. He smiled and didn't continue talking...

Weapons are the easiest problem to solve for Mountain Eagle. The Master Chief system cannot carry items outside the system, but it is very easy to temporarily produce a few AK-105s.

Moreover, Alaska is a gold producing area, and there are many large-scale gold exchanges in Anchorage...

In the past, Shanying had to rely on "robbery" to collect gold to unlock the Master Chief System project. He had no money at the beginning in Thailand, and later, in order not to attract attention, it was not convenient for him to purchase physical gold on a large scale. However, there was no such trouble in Alaska.

He was a wealthy man who came to Alaska to buy some gold products as souvenirs. There was nothing surprising about it from any angle.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Shanying, Dalia and the butcher showed up at the French restaurant of the hotel on time and had a French meal that made even a rich man like Shanying feel a little painful...

Accustomed to the low prices in Thailand, Shanying discovered when he signed the bill that this meal, including the service charge, cost nearly $1500.

He wasn't even full!

Seeing her boss and the butcher looking unhappy, Dalia couldn't help but laugh...

The gorgeous Dalia was the focus of the restaurant. When she smiled, the big-nosed chef who was standing at the kitchen window and looking out found an excuse and pushed a dining cart slowly to the side of Shanying...

"Sir, are you satisfied with our dishes?"

Shanying took a look at the Frenchman with a big nose and a two-foot-high hat wearing a chef's uniform, and said with his hands spread out: "I am very satisfied with the food. Of course, if we can eat enough, I will give you a five-star praise..."

Seeing the stunned look on the big-nosed chef's face, Dalia seemed to have thought of something particularly funny. She covered her mouth and laughed so hard that the guests around her focused their attention on her. The big-nosed chef looked at Shanying in disbelief and said, "Sir, you are such a joker!"

Shanying looked at the three covered plates on the dining cart pushed by the big-nosed chef, and shook his head and said, "The food you made is delicious, especially the crab and foie gras, which taste great.

But I came to Alaska to experience the primitive customs, and high-calorie foods are a perfect match for Alaska.

Compared to those exquisite foods, I would rather try cod, whitefish, reindeer, moose...

What I need is a taste of the wilderness!"

As Shanying looked at the big-nosed chef with an unchanging expression, he stood up and said with a smile: "My friend, I have no problem with you, your cooking skills are very good...

Maybe when I get back from the Yukon River, the delicious food here will impress me even more, but now..."

After saying that, Shanying signaled to Daria and the butcher to stay and finish the gifts sent by the chef. He then walked out of the restaurant, picked up Baran at the door of the hotel, put a leash on its vest, and led it out of the hotel and wandered towards the city center.

It’s still light in Anchorage at 9pm…

Shanying led Barron around the hotel, and then followed the signs to a market called "Anchorage 49ers".

Today happens to be the weekend, and the weekend market in the Anchorage 49ers Market is the most lively place around here besides the bars.

This place is like a flea market, where residents around Anchorage bring agricultural products, handicrafts, second-hand tools and even guns and weapons to the market to sell.

Shanying passed by a stall selling moose steaks. He smelled the aroma of meat and walked over to it. He saw an old man with gray hair and auxiliary equipment on his legs wrapping a piece of marinated steak in tin foil and putting it into an oven made from an oil barrel...

An unknown sauce mixed with onions and some chopped vegetables that Shanying couldn't identify gave off a strong aroma when roasted over flames.

The hungry Shanying walked up to the stall, pointed at a piece of grilled meat on the stall, and said with a smile: "It smells great, give me a piece..."

The old man, whose business was not particularly good, took one look at the Eagle and said, "15 dollars." He then cut the meat off a steak, sliced open a long loaf of bread, stuffed a few leaves of lettuce into it, and then stuffed the steaming barbecue in it.

The old man wrapped the processed hot dog in a piece of brown paper and handed it to Shanying. He said, "Young man, you have good taste. I have the best hot dogs in Anchorage."

As he spoke, the old man glanced at Baran, who was clinging to the Eagle's thigh, but his eyes were fixed on the semi-finished steaks. He smiled and whistled. A large Alaskan sled dog with many old wounds on its body...

The old man reached out and touched the sled dog's body, then threw a large T-shaped steak to the dog.

Seeing that Balang clearly wanted it but never made a sound while sticking to the mountain eagle, he nodded in appreciation and said, "It's a good dog, do you want to give this young man some too?

I have some medium rare pure steak here, perfect for these lads..."

The mountain eagle poked its head out to look at the old man's stall, where there was a small wood-burning stove on the ground and a large pot bubbling with hot water on top.

There was a lot of vegetable foam floating on the soup in the big pot, and there were also a few pieces of meat stewed in it...

Looking down at Baran's nose that kept moving, Shanying smiled and shook his head, saying, "Is there a place for you to sit here?

My friend is very interested in vegetable soup and steak..."

The old man naturally took out a small stool and placed it on the ground against the wall behind his stall, waved his hand to signal Shanying to sit down, then took out a large stainless steel basin, filled it with a large piece of meat steak and half a basin of vegetable soup and placed it on the ground.

After Shanying signaled Baran that he could start eating, he bought a large glass of lemonade from the beverage stand of a few children nearby...

After taking a bite, he found it so sour that it made his teeth ache, but he still paid two dollars, then gave a thumbs up to the children, asking them to keep up the good work and make the lemonade more sour.

The old man looked at the mountain eagle who was giving blind advice, smiled and shook his head...

Shanying sat down, eating the steaming hot dog in big mouthfuls, watching the old man skillfully cut the moose steak into small pieces, and then put them into a bucket of sauce to marinate...

Feeling the rich taste of the hot dog in his mouth, Shanying said with a smile: "Great craftsmanship, it even makes me feel a little familiar..."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then he looked back at Shanying and said, "This pickled meat recipe was taught to me by a Chinese chef when I was in San Francisco."

This time it was Shanying who was stunned. He took two more bites, then nodded and said, "Soy sauce, oyster sauce, minced garlic, white pepper, and five-spice powder. It is indeed the Chinese recipe, but with more honey and ketchup...

I didn’t taste it at first, I just felt it was a little familiar!”

The old man didn't expect Shanying to tell him the unique recipe that he had developed after years of evolution. He immediately asked curiously, "Are you a chef?"

Shanying shook his head and said, "No, I am a very hungry Chinese..."

As he spoke, Shanying looked at the knife in the old man's hand, which was obviously a bit old, and a hunting rifle lying under the stall. He asked curiously, "Are you a chef or a hunter?"

(End of this chapter)