Alaska Gold Rush Diary

Chapter 111 Flynn Pharmaceutical Company

Chapter 112 Flynn Pharmaceutical Company

"Damn it, watch out, they're really good with their guns!"

The other two were furious when their companion was shot in the head before he could even peek out. At the same time, they were so frightened that they huddled by the door, afraid to show their faces again.

For a moment, the situation reached a stalemate.

The two people outside were unaware of the situation inside and dared not rush in.

Since the other side had rifles, Zhou Xin naturally wouldn't go out.

However, Zhou Xin knew in his heart that if this stalemate continued, the situation would soon turn into a situation unfavorable to him.

Because the drug dealers outside aren't stupid. Once they can't hear any of their accomplices coming from inside, they might just start shooting through the wall.

The walls of this wooden house are made of wood and cannot withstand rifle fire.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xin suddenly had a flash of inspiration and cursed himself for being stupid.

Why would a drug dealer use a handgun when there are so many drug dealers' rifles scattered on the ground?

He has some knowledge of firearms and knows how to use an AK47.

Without hesitation, he rolled on the ground, picked up an AK47, and swung it at the wall by the door.

chug chug!

He didn't hold back and fired all his bullets in one go.

Although he had never practiced with a rifle, the principles of guns are universal.

The entire magazine of bullets hit a point 40 centimeters away from the door, about 1.5 to 2 meters high.

Outside, the screams of two drug dealers who had been shot came, but the sound quickly stopped, followed by the sound of the two men falling to the ground.

Zhou Xin breathed a sigh of relief, dropped the rifle in his hand, grabbed another rifle and held it in his arms, then carefully walked towards the door.

Even though he was almost certain of success, he still tried to be cautious.

He first stuck his gun out the door and fired a burst of bullets blindly at the ground where the drug dealers were located on both sides, before walking out the door.

He was finally relieved when he saw that the two drug dealers had been riddled with bullets.

Then, he dropped the pistol, went back into the house, and walked toward Leo's position.

Hughes was still holding Leo's body, his face full of grief.

Zhou Xin squatted down, reached out and rubbed Leo's eyelids to close his still-open eyes.

"I'm sorry," Zhou Xin said sorrowfully in the indigenous language.

He felt somewhat guilty. If he hadn't thought about protecting the gold and had found an opportunity to call Edward to report the incident sooner, Leo might not have died.

Hughes shook his head, reached out and grabbed Zhou Xin's hand, squeezing it hard.

Zhou Xin knew that was their way of expressing comfort.

"You can go now!" Zhou Xin said to the three black pickers.

These three black pickers were also forced to work here by drug dealers. Upon hearing Zhou Xin's words, they immediately rushed outside.

This place is too far from the tribe, so it's obvious that Leo's body can't be brought back.

Hughes knocked a tooth out of Leo's mouth and put it away, as was the tribal tradition.

Then, the two found a spot by the poppy field, dug a hole, and buried Leo.

This kind and simple-minded indigenous person was buried on a hillside covered with poppies.

Afterwards, Zhou Xin returned to the cabin, found a clean set of clothes to wear, and then found a backpack, packing all the gold, satellite phone, and other items into it.

At the same time, he took a rifle, slung it over his shoulder, walked to the warehouse next door, and took out all the barrels of gasoline stored there.

He poured gasoline along the outer edges of several wooden houses and then fired shots and set them on fire.

Looking at the towering flames and thick black smoke, Zhou Xin slung his backpack over his shoulder and said goodbye to Hughes.

After watching Hughes' figure disappear into the depths of the jungle, Zhou Xin took a deep breath, called Logan, and embarked on the final leg of their journey.

Back in the jungle, he turned on his satellite phone and contacted Edward.

"Xin, you've finally shown up! What happened on your end? Why haven't you come over yet?" Edward's excited yet worried voice came through the phone.

"There was a slight accident on the way, it's hard to explain right now. You guys wait for me there, I'll be there in five days at most."

If Leo and Hughes had been together, they could have reached their destination in three days.

But now he's all alone, and he has to carry sixty or seventy pounds of gold on his back, so his pace will naturally be much slower.

Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States.

Half a day after Zhou Xin left the drug den.

In a high-end office in a downtown office building, a man in a suit stared intently at the computer screen in front of him.

The screen played surveillance video of his drug manufacturing plant in the Suriname jungle.

In the scene, a native dressed in modern clothes but with his face covered in paint fires a shot at the wooden house in front of him.

Then, flames roared up and completely engulfed the wooden house.

The man moved the mouse, rewound the screen a bit, and watched the scene again.

He stared intently at the screen, carefully observing the strange native's appearance, his gaze seemingly trying to pierce through the screen.

Zhou Xin encountered no further trouble on the rest of his journey.

When Zhou Xin saw signs of human activity slowly appearing in the surrounding jungle, he knew that he was finally about to leave the jungle.

He threw away the rifle he had found in the drug den, then found a water source, washed all the paint off his face, and quickened his pace.

The trees around us began to thin out, and there were signs of trees being cut down everywhere.

Then he saw fields, plots of land planted with corn.

Some people are busy in the fields.

Zhou Xin's appearance did not attract their attention, because outdoor enthusiasts often appeared in the jungle, and they were used to it.

Zhou Xin led Logan across the fields to a roadside.

He checked the map on the satellite phone and quickly confirmed Edward and his group's location.

After walking four or five kilometers along the road, he finally arrived at a small town called Albina.

When he entered the agreed-upon hotel and saw Edward and Alo, he finally felt completely relieved.

"Thank God you finally made it!" Edward exclaimed with joy, giving Zhou Xin an extremely warm hug.

"Mr. Zhou, you've worked hard!" A Luo could tell at a glance that Zhou Xin's face had become much thinner, and he knew that Zhou Xin must have gone through a lot during this time.

Zhou Xin pushed away the enthusiastic Edward and finally smiled.

"It's been a bit tiring, I need to take a shower first!"

After handing Logan over to the two men and settling him in, he rushed into the bathroom.

Warm water poured down from above, and Zhou Xin closed his eyes, letting his body completely relax.

Even after leaving the drug den, he remained in a state of constant tension.

Especially when he sleeps in the jungle at night, the slightest sound or movement will wake him up.

During this journey, he encountered crises involving crocodiles and drug dealers, almost teetering on the brink of death.

Although the final result was good, the process was extremely dangerous.

He didn't want to go through that again.

This time, we must get the mine up and running in Alaska!

He secretly made up his mind.