American Landowners: Starting with Hunting in Alaska

Chapter 90 U-Shaped Valley and the Locked-On Poachers, Operation

Half an hour later.

A separate small wooden hut next to the main cabin—a storage room.

The air here is both murky and warm, filled with the smells of pine smoke and aged grease.

It's the taste of the food.

It's also about a sense of security.

Su Wei's boning knife flew up and down.

[Life Skills] He wasn't taught how to kill, but his cooking skills gave him an understanding of muscle texture, making his knife accuracy quite good at this moment.

Moreover, he has already dissected the black-tailed deer twice.

We have a clear understanding of its body structure.

This is the third time.

The blade moved precisely between the fascia.

Although it was mostly destroyed by bullets, after a rescue effort, Suwei was still able to carve out about forty pounds of good flesh.

Two intact front legs, part of the back willow, and the deer heart that Blake specifically requested.

Fortunately, the deer heart was not damaged.

On the contrary, the stomach and intestines were already eroded.

As for the mangled pieces of meat and internal organs, they had already been chopped up and thrown into the large pot of boiling meat.

That's the extra meal for the pack of hunting dogs outside tonight.

Blake sat behind an old table, holding a cleaning rod and gun oil, maintaining the M70 rifle.

Watching Su Wei's fluid movements, he slowed down the frequency of cleaning his gun.

This kid's learning speed is so fast it's enviable.

I stumbled a bit during yesterday's assessment.

Today, it's running incredibly smoothly.

If you didn't know his performance yesterday, just look at today's performance.

Blake genuinely believed this was an old butcher who had been doing dissections for several years.

A true expert.

"call----"

Su Wei hung up the last piece of meat, straightened up, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He was covered in sweat even though there was no heating in the storage room.

This kind of real work gave him a sense of fulfillment and groundedness.

Even if there are about three million US dollars in the bank account, the satisfaction of looking at the dark red meat strips hanging all over the wall is etched into the bones and nothing can replace it.

The numbers in the bank are just numbers; a room full of meat is the real strength to face the harsh winter.

Although this is Blake's storage room.

But the Soviets are gradually integrating into this land.

Su Wei walked to the pool and turned on the tap.

This doesn't look like his wooden house; the water he uses comes from the lake outside.

The water here comes from a storage tank beneath the pool.

It relies on commercial water delivery services from the town of Kodiak.

In fact, this is the norm.

On Kodiak Island, water is drawn from lakes and streams.

In the suburbs, digging wells for water is extremely difficult.

They rely more on water delivery services.

Thousands of liters, or even more, are delivered at once.

The cool water washed away the bloodstains on his hands, clearing his mind.

He turned off the water, turned around, and leaned against the log wall.

Su Wei exhaled, took down the clean cloth hanging on the pillar next to him, and carefully wiped his hands.

He glanced at Blake, who was still fiddling with the shotgun.

Su Wei opened his mouth, seemingly considering his words.

For a long time, a question had been weighing on his mind.

Now, he has to ask.

"teacher."

"Hmm?" Blake didn't even look up, his fingers deftly reinstalling the recoil spring into the bolt.

"That poacher."

Su Wei frowned as he looked at the wall covered in bits of flesh. "He used such expensive bullets, disregarding the flesh and antlers, just to smash the deer to pieces?"

"I do not understand."

"I can understand doing it for money, I can understand doing it for food. But for—fun?"

Even after deciding to settle here, Su Wei still couldn't understand this pure malice.

This is a desecration of life.

It is also an insult to the identity of a hunter.

If it's for the purpose of poaching endangered species, then it's a professional way to obtain a specific trophy.

Su Wei might still be able to understand.

For example, ivory. Or, fur.

But, it's just for the pleasure of killing—

Su Wei lowered his eyes, wiped the water droplets off his hands, and hung them back up.

He just needs an answer, if that's really the answer.

Then, Su Wei will make him pay the price he deserves.

Blake stopped what he was doing.

He put down his gun, picked up the flask on the table, and took a swig.

The pungent aroma of whiskey filled the air.

"Fun?"

The old hunter gave a mocking smile, a look of disgust born from seeing through the ugly nature of things.

"Suwei, don't overestimate human nature."

"In the city, even with laws in place, lawyers, doctors, and bankers still do what they're supposed to do, and what they're not supposed to do."

"Beneath this land lies a great deal of filth that you are unaware of."

"On the contrary, things are better in Alaska."

"Are we heading to Seattle? New York? San Francisco?"

"There are many more outrageous examples."

"Once there, the prey will not only be animals from the wilderness—"

Blake's eyes were unpredictable, and his facial expression was strange.

It seems like I'm recalling something disgusting.

But he quickly regained his senses and looked at Su Wei as he continued speaking.

"But getting here doesn't mean these things are gone."

"However, the rules here in the wilderness are greater than in the city."

Blake pointed to the dark wilderness outside the door.

"Once you have a gun, the rules disappear."

"In the wilderness, guns are everything."

"Some people don't enjoy hunting; they enjoy the feeling of dominating other people's lives."

"They pulled the trigger, and a life exploded a kilometer away. At that moment, they felt they could decide everything."

Blake's voice was low and chilling.

"That's why we need Hunter's Guilds."

"It's not just about protecting the deer."

"It's all about getting rid of these unruly lunatics, or sending them back to the city."

"Here, the rules of the wilderness are the only rules."

"That's why I chose to be a hunter."

Su Wei remained silent.

Looking at Blake's cold, hard face, he suddenly understood why his mentor was called "the old devil."

He is upholding the bottom line.

"I see."

Su Wei nodded, the doubt in his eyes dissipating, replaced by a sharpness like a blade.

"Since it's a mad dog, it should be treated like a mad dog."

"Drip—drip—"

—

A sudden, jarring phone call broke the silence.

It came from Blake's waist pocket.

Blake stopped speaking and reached for an old smartphone.

"I am Blake."

"Blake, found him."

A gust of wind came from the other end of the microphone, along with a man's hushed voice.

It's Charlie.

Su Wei straightened up instantly, his muscles tensing.

"Location," Blake said succinctly.

"A U-shaped valley downstream of Pilan Creek."

Charlie's voice trembled with extreme anger. "Ten minutes ago, the helicopter spotted him entering the valley. And—I heard gunshots."

"Rapid fire."

"There's a herd of Roosevelt deer there! And it looks like their wintering grounds! They also seem to be breeding grounds!"

"The valley is teeming with animals, and the terrain is complex with dense forests. Vehicles cannot enter, and helicopters cannot lock onto it."

boom!

Su Wei felt as if a string in his mind had snapped.

U-shaped valley.

Roosevelt deer.

It was the herd of Roosevelt deer that he discovered!

That was also his initial hope of paying off the debt!

It is also the most precious species on Kodiak Island besides the brown bear, and the most vulnerable link in the food chain.

Rapid fire.

That was a massacre.

These damn bastards!

"understood."

Blake hung up the walkie-talkie.

He slowly stood up, said nothing, and put the M70 rifle he had just maintained back on his back.

Click.

The sound of a bullet being chambered was particularly crisp in the quiet storage room.

The old hunter glanced at Suwei.

The usual sternness was gone from his eyes; in its place was a cold ruthlessness that suggested they were facing an enemy side by side.

"Take your gun."

"And that knife."

Blake pushed open the door, and the wind and snow rushed in instantly.

"Get to work."

"This time, it's time to get to know the real wilderness."

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