Alaska Gold Rush Diary

Chapter 171 Russell's Revenge

Chapter 172 Russell's Revenge

Upon hearing Russell's words, Finn finally calmed down.

He wasn't a brainless person; on the contrary, he was very smart. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to hitch a ride with Russell and become so successful.

He knew that, given Russell's personality, he would never so readily deny what he had done.

Since he keeps saying he doesn't know, it's very likely that he really doesn't know!

Thinking of this, Finn stopped cursing and recounted the whole story.

As Russell listened to Finn's account, his brows furrowed.

"So, you didn't confirm the homeless man's identity at the time; he said he was sent by me?"

Finn nodded: "He disguised himself very well, he looked like a homeless man. I thought he was a professional assassin you sent."

"Hmph!" Russell scoffed. "If I wanted to teach you a lesson, I would come straight to you like this, not send someone disguised as a homeless person!"

Finn knew he was right; with his influence in Anchorage, there was no need for such trouble.

"So, I was tricked by that guy; he wasn't one of yours at all!"

"It's a pity that if your brain hadn't been damaged by the drugs, you might have noticed it back then," Russell said coldly.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Russell. I was too stupid to see through their trick. Please give me a chance, and I will definitely find this guy who's impersonating your subordinate!"

He had thought he was going to die, which was why he had gone on a rampage of cursing. But now that he knew the homeless man wasn't one of Russell's men, he immediately felt a glimmer of hope.

Russell ignored him, frowning as if deep in thought.

"You just said that the homeless man killed all your people in just a few seconds?"

Finn nodded repeatedly: "He's incredibly agile, especially his marksmanship; it's like he's using aimbot!"

"He managed to take down all eight of you by himself, even when he was surrounded from both sides. I don't know if he's just incredibly skilled or if you guys are just too trashy."

"He's really amazing!" Finn shouted. "I suspect he's from the DEA."

"There's no way there could be someone this capable among that bunch of incompetents in the DEA!" Finn had dealt with the Anchorage DEA many times and knew their abilities very well.

"So who exactly is he? Why did the DEA arrive before the police did?" Finn began to ponder the identity of the homeless man.

"Don't worry," Russell said ominously, "as long as this guy is still in Anchorage, I'll find him!"

"Alright, Mr. Russell, let me go find him for you!"

"You don't need to worry about this. Now, let's talk about serious matters!" Russell's gaze suddenly turned cold, making Finn shiver involuntarily.

"Wh--what important matter? I will definitely pay you the balance!" Finn's face showed fear.

"Let's forget about the final payment—" Russell stared intently at him.

"Thank you—" Finn was about to express his gratitude with joy when Russell continued.

"But now I want to talk about something else, which is your plan to get new stock!" Russell's voice suddenly rose at the end, startling Finn.

"No, we're focused on helping you sell your goods, why would we be thinking about getting new stock?" His voice trembled, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

"You underestimate my influence in Anchorage. Do you think I wouldn't know about your secret dealings with Heisenberg?"

Finn shuddered, his mental defenses completely crumbling. He knelt on the ground with a thud: "I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please forgive me, considering I haven't officially cooperated with them yet!"

"You know," Russell continued, fiddling with the gun in his hand, "that our CEO hates nothing more than guys who try to steal his market with new products. He won't forgive you for this."

"Excuse me, please—" *bang!*

Finn's voice stopped abruptly, his face still showing terror, and blood slowly seeping from the bullet hole in his forehead.

"Blame your own stupidity!"

Russell stood up, glanced at the doctor huddled in a corner trembling, gave his subordinate a wink, and then turned and walked toward the door.

Behind me, first came the doctor's pleas for mercy, then several gunshots, and then everything fell silent.

With Zhou Xin joining the team, the gold mining efficiency improved again. This month, they harvested a total of 786.5 ounces of gold, setting a new monthly record.

Today, their annual harvest has reached 2548.6 ounces.

It was early September, autumn had arrived in Anchorage, and the temperature was starting to cool down.

In just over a month, the temperature here will drop below zero, the soil will refreeze, and the gold panning work will have to stop.

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In other words, their gold rush season will end in a little over a month.

Zhou Xin's previous annual target was 3000 ounces, and at the current pace, barring any unforeseen circumstances, this target is definitely achievable.

If he hadn't decisively purchased a soil transport vehicle and personally joined the gold panning work, this goal might have been difficult to achieve.

"Xin, you've really had a tough time these past few days." Zhang Jianing looked at Zhou Xin, who looked exhausted, and massaged his shoulders, her eyes full of concern.

During this period, he had to devote himself to the work of transporting soil during the day and insist on exercising at night, which was indeed quite tiring.

However, seeing the rapidly increasing gold production and his ever-strengthening body, he felt it was all worthwhile.

"It's not hard work. Everyone is working very hard, so of course I have to do my part. After all, our annual goals are there for us to see."

"After the gold rush season is over, take me out for some fun!" Zhang Jianing suggested, thinking that the two of them had been dating for so long but hadn't really gone out for a proper trip yet.

"No problem, you can go wherever you want. I have plenty of money now, so we can enjoy ourselves."

Today, he has 1000 ounces of gold in the bank and more than $430 million in savings.

International gold prices continue to soar, having already broken through $2400 per ounce.

He was very glad that he had made the decision to store half of his harvested gold and sell the other half. As the price of gold rose, the value of his stored gold increased every month.

If this trend continues, gold could very well break through the $3000 per ounce mark, and the value of his current gold holdings could increase by $60.

Moreover, he continues to deposit gold into the bank every month.

Cash is the capital he uses to continue expanding his mines, while the gold he saves is his fallback plan to ensure his invincibility and his trump card.

He believes that within five years at most, he will be able to achieve complete financial freedom and will no longer have to worry about money.

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