Chapter 659: Chapter 659

Mountain Eagle just arrived at Brown Bear Camp, and he hadn't really rested properly over the past few days. Right now, he just wanted to prepare a hearty dinner, take a hot shower, and go to sleep; he didn't want to participate in this rescue mission, which was clearly fishy.

It wasn't that he was cold-hearted, but the reaction of the State Police made him a bit suspicious.

First of all, Alaska State Police shouldn't be so enthusiastic. Secondly, even if they were going for a rescue, when a small plane crashes in a wilderness, the primary task should be to fix the location and then send a rescue helicopter, not to gather a large number of people and police dogs to go there.

As long as Alaska's mountain planes flew at low altitude, the sound would be quite loud.

Even Little Ruby said she saw signs of activity, definitely not footprints but obvious signs like smoke from a fire or something.

If there were any survivors from the crash, as long as they wanted to live, they should make some action to signal for help upon hearing any noise.

The demands of the State Police felt more like a capture operation than a rescue mission!

Mountain Eagle already had enough of his own troubles to deal with; he really wasn't in the mood to join what was called a rescue.

Old Qiao saw what Mountain Eagle was thinking, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Alright then, I'll go refuse them."

As he spoke, Old Qiao pointed outside, where State Police Michael was holding a beef jerky shaking it towards Balang, trying to attract its attention, but instead, he got attacked by a few aggressive wolf pups...

"Boss, I don't think he's going to give up so easily..."

Mountain Eagle waved his hand in annoyance and said, "I haven't even arranged a place to sleep for myself, where do I have the time to go work for them?"

As he spoke, seeing Michael turn towards him, Mountain Eagle decisively stood up, walked towards the stairs inside the house, and said, "Just say I'm not feeling well. If they want Little Ruby's help, I don't mind. If they're willing to cover the expenses, you and Quida can also go help with the search.

Your sled dog is great too...

Balang and the other animals in the camp definitely can't be moved!"

Old Qiao seemed to be waiting for this phrase from Mountain Eagle. He smiled and said, "Understood, boss. Michael said the state government has offered a good price for the rescue, making 3000 bucks for guiding for a week, it seems quite worth it!"

Standing on the staircase, Mountain Eagle paused, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I don't oppose you guys making money, but just be careful.

If you said the crash involved some rich guy and his family set a bounty, I might believe it, but when did the Alaska government become so generous?

And when has the National Guard ever done rescue work?"

While speaking, Mountain Eagle thought for a moment but still felt a bit uneasy. Looking at Old Qiao, he said, "If you and Quida are going, take 'Harlow' and 'Katie' with you; you both have the controllers and should be familiar after this long."

Old Qiao, satisfied, said, "Michael and Scott are Redick's nephews. They solved quite a few problems for us as State Police in Marshall Town. It's inappropriate to completely ignore them.

This way, they should be satisfied!"

Mountain Eagle then realized that Old Qiao truly treated Brown Bear Camp as his home, perhaps even as the last stop in his life.

Otherwise, given the old hunter's character, he wouldn't care about the State Police...

It's only when you truly care about a place that you unconsciously start considering issues from the perspective of that place and its community.

Having a standpoint, and something worth cherishing means that social interactions are unavoidable to maintain it well.

Mountain Eagle gave Old Qiao a thumbs-up, indicating he understood his efforts...

Then he called Wayne over to help find a few women from the tribe to thoroughly clean the house before going upstairs to find a bathroom with a jacuzzi, started filling it with water to prepare a soak, and used the radio to remotely instruct Wayne's son, Jesse, to prepare the ingredients for dinner...

Filling the huge jacuzzi with water took quite a bit of time, and Mountain Eagle gradually relaxed while waiting...

When the tub was full, the moment Mountain Eagle lay in, the warm water wrapped around him, and he sighed comfortably before quickly falling into a deep sleep.

Mountain Eagle didn't turn on the jacuzzi's heating system, and as time passed, the water temperature began to slowly drop.

Asleep, Mountain Eagle felt nothing. When the water decreased from over thirty degrees to about ten degrees, his breathing became slightly rapid, and his heartbeat started to quicken.

Ever since experiencing physical issues, his heart worked like a unique engine, usually at idle, beating only 40~55 times per minute, but climbing rapidly to 100~120 times during intense activities...

120 beats per minute weren't even Mountain Eagle's limit. His heart, at peak efficiency, only needed to maintain that rate to meet his body's extreme condition demands.

This also meant that his physical capabilities had much room for improvement.

Lying in the cold bathtub, Mountain Eagle's heartbeat increased to around 70, and he quickly adapted to the water's temperature, while his mind entered a very peculiar state...

His brain went into a deep rest, yet he could vaguely sense his surroundings.

It seemed that if any danger arose, he could instantly spring up and retaliate.

This state gave Mountain Eagle a great sense of security and comfort!

Since his muscles stopped being plagued by tearing pain, Mountain Eagle hadn't tried cold water again.

This unexpected attempt revealed a whole new recovery method to him.

Mountain Eagle surely didn't grasp the detailed logic, but he could distinctly feel the physical and mental fatigue diminishing rapidly, the lactic acid in his body breaking down quickly, while his brain, entering deep rest, began swiftly accumulating energy.

Immersed in this newfound discovery, the abrupt pounding on the door yanked Mountain Eagle out of his trance...

Mountain Eagle, who was woken up, opened his eyes and then heard Jesse shouting from outside...

"Mountain, I'm ready. It's your turn to cook, otherwise we'll be late for dinner..."

Mountain Eagle splashed cold water from the bathtub on his face, then looked at the bathroom door being knocked loudly and said loudly, "I heard you, now get lost, I'll be right down."

Jesse outside wasn't afraid of Mountain Eagle at all, he shouted excitedly, "Hurry up, I've already prepared the beef and potatoes..."

Mountain Eagle helplessly stood up from the bathtub, wiped his body with the shirt he had taken off, and then changed into a new set of clothes.

The lower body was windproof parachute trousers, and the upper body was a T-shirt and a softshell windbreaker.

As he pushed the door open, Jesse darted to the stairway like a frightened mouse.

The kid made funny faces at Mountain Eagle with a grin and shouted loudly, "Quick, quick, quick, I've bragged about your skills to a lot of friends, you've got to put some spirit into it, you're the culinary master of Alaska."

Mountain Eagle was amused by Jesse's words. He pretended to chase him for a few steps and gave a playful kick, laughing and scolding, "I'm a big shot, not just anyone can eat my cooking.

Don't make trouble for me in the future, or I'll beat you up..."

Jesse, grinning mischievously, jumped to the corner of the stairs and said, "Sir, I just heard that Fist and the others would come for the winter. I think I'd make a good fishing teacher and snow guide.

If you just give me a hunting rifle, I can guarantee Fist and their safety..."

Mountain Eagle was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that 'Fist' was the English name Luna and the others gave to their son Yue Yiqi.

The full name is 'Fister,' but it gradually became 'Fist'!

Looking at Jesse's hopeful expression, Mountain Eagle thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "Okay, as long as Wayne agrees, I'll give you a real hunting rifle...

How about a .300 caliber Remington? With it, you can try hunting bears."

Jesse nodded excitedly and said, "No problem, Wayne will definitely agree. I'm already a man, I can hunt on my own."

"A man doesn't beg for food from others..."

Mountain Eagle shook his head with a smile and walked downstairs...

He saw several Indian women had cleaned the first floor, expressed some gratitude, and then walked to the outside terrace... Updates are released by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵

On the nearly 200 square meter super-large terrace, at this time, two wood-burning stoves had been set up, along with an oversized stainless steel barrel with a diameter of 60 centimeters and a height of 120 centimeters, and an oversized wok had also been set up.

Looking at several basins the size of bathtubs filled with beef, potatoes, and onions, Mountain Eagle glanced at the time and at the native children watching from the side, and simply rolled up his sleeves and got to work!

The large pieces of beef had already been blanched, Jesse was called to add firewood to the stove and add oil to the large wok...

Using a military shovel as a spatula to stir-fry the beef, then adding spices and onions to stir-fry some more, pouring in soy sauce, oyster sauce, and other things for a chaotic stir-fry, boiling, and then transferring them to the adjacent large stainless steel barrel.

The same method repeated three times, only then filling the large barrel half full.

Mountain Eagle added water to the large barrel, then covered it with a lid sealed with a towel, and then called Jesse, who was quietly learning, to wash the wok, add water to boil again, put on a large steamer, cover with gauze, and put the soaked rice on top to steam.

Mountain Eagle didn't feel bored at all while working, because the native children around were very encouraging. When flames leaped from the wok, they'd 'wow,' and when the aroma of beef came out, they'd 'woo'...

It seemed every move Mountain Eagle made would stir them up.

This situation would be a great encouragement for any worker or performer.

Just as Mountain Eagle finished dinner and was sitting in a chair to rest for a while, Old Qiao led Officer Michael and a few unfamiliar men and women over...

Mountain Eagle frowned at Officer Michael's mocking smile and shrugged at Old Qiao, saying, "What's up this time?"

Old Qiao patted the shoulder of the young and handsome Michael, then sat down next to Mountain Eagle and said, "Two hours ago, Quida, as a guide, set out on a National Guard boat.

But they clearly didn't explain things to us clearly...

Michael just told me there are CDC people on the boat..."

Mountain Eagle frowned, thinking for a moment before realizing what the CDC was. He looked at Michael with some concern and said, "What exactly happened?

If there's danger and you didn't tell me in advance, if something happens to Quida, I will..."

Michael, the nephew of Anchorage Police Chief Redick, had learned how to get along with the Brown Bear Camp over the past few months.

Facing Mountain Eagle's questioning, Michael glanced at the few men and women next to him, walked over to Mountain Eagle, and said softly, "These people are from the United States Merck Company and England GlaxoSmithKline Company...

They told me that the people involved in the plane crash stole very important research data and vaccines from the Winnipeg National Microbiology Laboratory in Canada."

Mountain Eagle squinted his eyes and looked at these people, then said in a deep voice, "What vaccine?"

Michael turned back to glance and then lowered his voice, "Ebola vaccine!"

Upon hearing this, Mountain Eagle took a deep breath...