American Landowners: Starting with Hunting in Alaska

Chapter 94 A ridiculous misunderstanding, an invitation and loot!

Chapter 94 A Ridiculous Blunder, Invitation and Loot! (Bonus Chapter)

The young team member's fingers slid rapidly across the cold-weather screen of the military terminal. The screen's eerie blue light reflected on his astonished face.

"We compared fingerprints and iris scans."

Tom looked up, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He looked at the man who had been left in the corner of the cabin, his thigh still bleeding, and then at Charlie.

"Captain, this guy isn't an ordinary poacher."

Charlie spat out his cigarette butt, his boots crunching on the snow. "Stop being so mysterious. Who is he?"

"Garret Hawke. Former Marine Corps reconnaissance sniper." Tom handed the terminal to Charlie, speaking quickly.

"After retiring, he was suspected of second-degree murder and armed robbery in Anchorage. Ten days ago, police raided his hideout, but he escaped by jumping out of a second-floor window."

"The Anchorage Police Department has issued a statewide warrant with a $50,000 reward."

Fifty thousand dollars.

This is not a small amount in Alaska.

Su Wei is reloading bullets into the magazine.

Upon hearing the number, he paused for half a second.

He turned his head and looked at the man who was slumped in the cabin like a dead dog.

It turns out it wasn't for the antlers.

It wasn't for the sake of simple killing.

It's for life.

Blake leaned against the tracked vehicle, wiping his prized M70 rifle.

Upon hearing this, the old hunter merely raised an eyebrow, showing no surprise on his weathered face.

"That makes sense," Blake said calmly. "Ordinary poachers don't use live deer as heat shields. That's a tactical maneuver to avoid thermal imaging and snipers."

Charlie took the terminal, looked at the red wanted poster on it, and his expression became extremely interesting.

First came astonishment, then a surge of elation, followed by a constipated expression, as if he had swallowed a fly.

"Damn it," Charlie cursed.

He spun around twice, kicking up a cloud of snow with his boots.

"This bastard thinks we're arresting him for murder."

Charlie pointed to the deer carcass in the pile of rocks, and the chain of logic instantly closed in his mind.

"He must have fled into Game Zone 1 in a panic, and under the influence of PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder), he was emotionally unstable and killed several black-tailed deer to vent his emotions. He was eventually discovered by the law enforcement team."

"They were given a chase, but he mistook them for the police who were arresting him! As a result, a blizzard struck and they were stranded in the wilderness."

Then, spurred on by your pursuit, I ran all the way to the U-shaped valley.

"Then the helicopter arrived." Su Wei loaded the last bullet into the magazine and clicked the safety on.

“That’s right.” Charlie scratched his stubble-covered chin irritably. “We were just here to investigate. But this scaredy-cat thought it was a SWAT or police tactical team coming to arrest him. Out of spite, or to create chaos, this madman opened fire on the deer.”

This explains the kind of massacre that has no business logic whatsoever.

Poachers do it for money, and murderers do it to vent their fear.

"The good news is, this is a major achievement."

Tom added from the side, his tone brimming with barely concealed excitement, "Catching a wanted criminal who committed murder with a gun will definitely earn us a commendation from the department. Captain, this is a major case."

Charlie glared at him.

"A reward?" Charlie pointed to the wrecked snow around them. "Are you blind? Look at this valley."

"A rare, dominant Roosevelt elk stallion has died. At least four adult does have been shot. Add to that the disturbed herd, which could lead to miscarriages, and the elk population in this area will decline by at least 15% by this time next year."

Charlie grew angrier and angrier, wishing he could go and shoot the wanted criminal in the thigh again.

"If the rating drops to three stars, the funding from above will be reduced. At that point, forget about any awards; I'll be lucky if I don't get skinned alive by that damned evaluation committee."

Su Wei stood aside, listening to the two arguing.

This is the reality of the official hunting grounds.

For the Soviets, this meant survival and food.

For poachers, this is killing and exorbitant profits.

For Charlie and his team, this is data, KPIs, and a job they have to protect.

"Alright," Blake interrupted their complaints. "You can handle the men; this is no longer our business."

The old hunter slung his gun over his shoulder, turned around, and walked back to the tracked vehicle.

Suwei did not follow immediately.

He walked over to the huge, dead stag.

That was indeed a beautiful beast.

Even with its spine broken, its former ferocity is still evident.

The enormous antlers, like a crown, were stuck in the snow, but now they were stained with the blood of the wanted criminal.

High-quality biological remains have been detected.

[Roosevelt Deer (Lord-level): Dead.]

The skeleton is fractured in multiple places, the meat is severely contaminated, and the fur is damaged.

The system determined that it was cold.

Su Wei squatted down and looked at the pair of deer eyes that had lost their luster.

This is the human shield that the wanted criminal used to block bullets.

"Don't bother looking, you can't take it with you." Charlie walked over and handed Su Wei a cigarette.

Su Wei shook his head and didn't answer.

"The pollution is too severe." Charlie looked at the stag king with some regret. "That madman used it as a shield in front of him and hid behind it. The helicopter searchlights, stun grenades, plus prolonged hypothermia and blood loss. The meat has turned sour and smells like gunpowder."

"Let's stay here." Suwei stood up, brushing the snow off his gloves. "The brown bears here also need to hibernate."

That's the rule of the wilderness.

Nothing is ever truly wasted.

The death of this stag king will help the wolf pack in this valley get through the toughest week.

"But considering your contribution, its antlers can be left to you."

Charlie pondered for a moment, then spoke to Suwei.

Then, ignoring the stunned Suwei, he returned to the cabin laughing loudly.

The helicopter rotors began to accelerate again.

The enormous roar once again shattered the silence of the valley.

The airflow whipped up the snow on the ground, forming a white wall of wind.

Two law enforcement officers have secured the wanted criminal, Garrett, to the rear cabin.

Charlie put on noise-canceling headphones, stood at the cabin door, and looked at Suwei against the strong wind.

The young man, carrying a gun, had already come to his senses, a faint smile on his lips, and stood behind Blake.

He stood tall and straight, showing no sign of the panic that had just come through a gunfight.

Against the backdrop of the snow reflecting the light, his calm, almost cold demeanor was strikingly similar to Blake's.

No, he became even more confident.

It's a natural confidence!

Even sharper.

After all, Blake is old, while this kid is just getting started.

"Suwei!"

Charlie had to shout at the top of his lungs to drown out the engine's roar.

Suwei raised his head.

Charlie pointed to the metal badge on his chest that gleamed in the night, and then to Suvy.

"The Fisheries and Hunting Bureau is currently short-staffed!"

Charlie roared, "Especially lacking is a skilled shooter like you who dares to fire and is so accurate! If you ever decide you don't want to work with that old devil Blake anymore, come find me anytime!"

This is not just polite talk.

There are many people who know how to shoot on Kodiak Island.

However, when faced with an armed rioter charging forward, those who dare to calmly shoot the enemy in the thigh from within 30 meters are extremely rare.

This requires an extremely strong heart and absolute control over violence.

"You're a born law enforcer! The law enforcement team needs you!"

Charlie's voice was somewhat broken in the wind, but the sincerity of the invitation was genuine.

Civil servant staffing.

Hold legal rights.

Stable high salary.

This is the chance to go ashore that countless wilderness hunters dream of.

Su Wei stood there, not having had time to react.

boom!

A muffled thud.

Blake, expressionless, reached out, grabbed the helicopter door, and slammed it down.

The hatch slammed shut just centimeters from Charlie's astonished nose.