Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 404: Guests in the Ruined Camp
The dilapidated state of the campsite was beyond Shanying's imagination...

When Shanying stepped off the plane, the first thing he saw was a C46 transport plane unloading oil into an underground oil depot...

This old thing from World War II has patches and mottled marks all over its skin, and there is frightening tape on the tail rudder. Combined with the messy environment around it, it makes Shanying feel like he is on the set of a World War II movie.

I saw several crew members standing a few dozen meters away from the fuel depot, smoking...

Shanying resisted the urge to shoot them in the head. Just when he wanted the butcher to stop them, Ruby jumped off the plane, rushed over, slapped the cigarettes out of the hands of several transport plane crew members, stomped them out, and roared at them...

Seeing that the crew members were obviously not afraid of little Ruby, they took out cigarettes and lighters and excited little Ruby to jump up and down. Shanying reached out and patted the butcher on the arm, saying, "Let them behave themselves..."

After saying that, Shanying looked at Old Joe who had an indifferent expression on his face and said, "Are the people here not afraid of death, or are they doing this on purpose?"

Old Joe said nonchalantly: "You can't expect Alaskans to follow safety standards like people in the city. If that were the case, people here wouldn't be able to do anything.

Boss, living in the wild in Alaska, even if you do nothing, you still face risks every day. "

Old Joe glanced at Little Ruby and said with a smile: "You are lucky to hire Little Ruby. That kid will take care of this camp as if it were his own eyes."

Shanying watched the butcher go over and say a few words to the crew members with a stern face, then he took out a few small bottles of whiskey he brought from the hotel and distributed them to them...

This action immediately made the guys smile. They stopped teasing little Ruby and swore that they would never smoke near the oil depot.

To be honest, Shanying didn't think that flying a plane after drinking was much safer than smoking next to an oil depot, but he wasn't the one who died from drunk driving anyway...

After confirming that there were no problems here, Mountain Eagle, led by Old Joe, walked seven or eight hundred meters to the center of the camp for a tour.

This place is totally different from the beautiful camp that old Ruby boasted about back then...

A medium-sized excavator and a tractor are helping people at the dock to move boxes of goods to the shore...

The two big machines turned the grass near the river bank in the camp into mud.

The area around the campsite was filled with all kinds of mechanical waste and rotten wood. If Shanying's ideal Alaska campsite was Disney, then this place would be a horror movie set...

The entire camp had only one wooden house, a dilapidated smokehouse, a rack full of firewood, an oversized World War II-style tent that served as a warehouse, and a greenhouse made of rotten wood and clear plastic sheets.

What remained were a dozen 1.5-meter-high wooden platforms with nothing on them. It was obvious that outsiders coming here needed to set up their own tents.

Old Ruby was rescued from a heart attack, and after spending two days in the hospital, he insisted on returning to the camp, claiming that he wanted to see the camp handed over to a suitable person before he died...

When he found Shanying coming, the old guy probably felt a little guilty. He opened his greasy jacket, revealing the hospital gown underneath, and then greeted Shanying with a smile on his face...

"Boss, now you're here, it's a bit messy here, but it will be fine in a few days. I'll show you your room..."

Mountain Eagle looked at the old guy in front of him with squinted eyes. He still remembered the old guy bragging about how beautiful his camp was in the outdoor goods store.

The best cabin in Alaska, the best camp in the West, complete water and electricity, picturesque scenery, abundant resources, and plenty of prey...

The result was like a sudden blow to the expectant Mountain Eagle!
No wonder when Old Joe heard that he had spent $30, his face was full of a look of looking at him being taken advantage of.

However, people have to pay for their own cognition and accept the gap between fantasy and reality!
Mountain Eagle doesn’t know whether the log cabin that old Ruby spent decades building is the best in Alaska, but it is definitely the most attentive.

The main body of the cabin is made of cedar wood that is more than 30 centimeters thick. The gaps are carefully filled and smoothed with cement. Although the exterior looks mottled and old, once you get close to it, you'll feel it's indestructible.

Mountain Eagle is not sure whether this is the best campsite in western Alaska, but the platforms used to set up tents are made of very solid materials.

Water is plentiful, and there is an oil-fired generator.

The picturesque scenery has nothing to do with the camp itself, but as long as you walk to the river bank at the edge of the camp, the scene of the setting sun shining on the lush green tundra opposite does look like an oil painting.

Shanying tried hard to calm his inner disappointment and kept comforting himself that the worst that could happen was that he would just have to rebuild the camp, and at least the surrounding 100 hectares of land would belong to him.

When the time comes, he will clean up all the garbage in the camp and sprinkle grass seeds and flower seeds on the ground. He will definitely be able to make this place look like his ideal one.

When Mountain Eagle stepped into old Ruby's cabin, he decided to build a few new cabins...

The cabin is very large, with an interior space of probably nearly 150 square meters. The living room is at the entrance, and is also where old Ruby used to cook and entertain camp guests.

All the wall positions here are lined with shelves, which are now refilled with various tools and materials purchased by Shanying.

On both sides of the living room are two large rooms, one of which looks like a tool shed, and the other has two small rooms separated by wooden boards. The attic upstairs is where old Ruby and his son rest every day.

Shanying considers himself not to be a pretentious person, and old Ruby had obviously asked someone to clean up the place carefully. However, he could tolerate dirt and mess, but he really couldn't stand the stench.

The moment Mountain Eagle stepped into the wooden house under the guidance of Old Ruby, he was almost knocked over by the smell inside.

Because we cook inside in the winter, the huge smoke makes the living room area of the wooden house dark and greasy...

This is normal, but the tool room on the right side of the living room has clearly been tidied, but there is still a foul smell coming out of it.

Anyone who came here from a place with fresh air would probably find it hard to accept it! Compared to the uncomfortable mountain eagle, Baran seemed very happy. He ran into the tool room with his tongue hanging out, walked around happily, sniffed left and right, then lay down in a corner full of fur, and made a happy cry to the mountain eagle.

Shanying pinched his nose and walked in for a look. He looked at the two hooks hanging from the roof of the tool shed, which were convenient for skinning prey, and the bloodstains on the ground that were obviously impossible to wash away. He shook his head and sighed...

In the wilderness, there is a gloomy wooden house, an old man in his twilight years, and a foolish son...

If there were a few more ignorant happy college students, preferably a few blondes with big breasts, and a lot of blood plasma, the key elements of a low-budget horror movie would be instantly gathered.

Shanying circled the cabin. When Old Ruby invited him to look in the upstairs room, he shook his head firmly and said, "I promised to hire you and your son. I promised to bury you here. I won't take your house away."

As he spoke, Shanying led the reluctant Balang, looked at the butcher and Dalia, and said firmly: "Let's go outside to set up the tent...

Once I get familiar with this place and confirm that the environment here is the same as you described, I will build a house here that is completely my own.

As for you and your son, you will continue to stay here until the day you get tired of it."

Old Ruby hunched over, rubbing his hands nervously and said, "Is this really possible?"

Watching the mountain eagle stride out of the cabin and breathe a breath of fresh air, Old Joe patted Old Ruby on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You old fox are lucky, but if you can open all the windows to get some fresh air in advance, it may seem more sincere.

Do you really think he'd covet your house?"

Old Ruby heard this and said with a dry laugh: "Actually, it's already his house..."

Old Joe was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "That's right, everything here belongs to him, including you and your son...

So what are you worried about?"

Old Joe seemed to know what Old Ruby was thinking, he shook his head and said: "That guy came here to hunt, but what he wants to hunt may not be what you think.

Let those Indians be more friendly to him. I have a feeling that whether those Indians can live peacefully on this land in the future depends on whether he wants to take care of them. "

Old Ruby was stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously and said, "I understand..."

Old Joe reached out and patted the thin and hunched old Ruby on the shoulder and said, "You are dying, but little Ruby's life must go on.

Put away your cleverness, so that little Ruby's sincerity will be valuable.

Before you die, clean up the camp and convince your new boss that the Indians here have no ill will towards him, and then everything can go on..."

Old Ruby listened, nodded silently, and took out a radio...

Just when Shanying chose a suitable platform and wanted to set up a tent on it, dozens of small boats came to the dock outside the camp from the northern tributary...

When Shanying was assembling the oversized tent frame, little Ruby, who was driving the excavator to help unload the goods, suddenly cheered...

He rushed to the river bank and greeted several Native Americans who had rushed to the river bank in boats enthusiastically...

Today's indigenous people are no longer primitive people wrapped in animal skins and wearing feathers on their heads. They are dressed simply and carry hunting rifles and radios, not much different from modern farmers and hunters.

More than twenty small boats brought forty or fifty men, women, and children. They brought three freshly hunted reindeer, a dozen boxes of salmon, and buckets of berries.

Seeing little Ruby leading the natives towards him, Shanying put down the stand in his hand and walked towards the platform.

"Boss, Ankru and the others are here to help. They want to organize a welcome party for you."

Shanying smiled and walked forward to shake hands with several Indian leaders, saying "thank you". Then, looking at the chaotic scene around him, he spread his hands regretfully and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't prepare anything..."

Shanying pointed to the pile of supplies not far away and said with a smile: "Fortunately, I brought a lot of supplies. I will have someone set up the grill. I guess you won't be stingy with a reindeer...

As a thank you, I have unlimited drinks here!"

The attitude of the mountain eagle made the middle-aged Indians feel slightly relieved...

In fact, Shanying could see that these people were a little nervous, otherwise who would go to someone else's territory to hold a so-called welcome banquet?
Both sides were actually a little awkward at this moment, but Shanying had one advantage, which was that once he had almost figured out the other party's position, he could easily bring the two sides closer.

You think the camp is important, so I won’t hesitate to give you anything you can give me…

Seeing a girl with muddy face holding a bucket of blueberries, Shanying grabbed a few and stuffed them into his mouth, smiling, "These blueberries are great. I just happened to bring a few juicers. I think we can drink some very delicious juice tonight..."

The little girl was probably about ten years old. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the Chinese man in front of her whose skin color and appearance were somewhat similar to those of an Indian. She said expectantly, "I've drunk mixed juice squeezed out of a juicer in town. Can you let me try it?"

After hearing this, Shanying waved his hand, pointed at Dalia next to him, and said, "Go find her. If your juice satisfies me, the juicer will be yours!"

When the little girl excitedly called her friends to go see the juicer, the atmosphere inexplicably became better...

(End of this chapter)