Landlord in the Arctic

Chapter 360: Chapter 277: Departing

The group hurried back to the cabin with the weapon cases.

Feng Shan arranged for Paine and his two men to entertain Will, with all expenses on his tab. Then, he got busy moving the guns into the armory.

The once-barren armory began to fill up with the addition of these new weapons.

The empty gun racks were gradually filled with all sorts of firearms. Under the lights, each gun gleamed with a metallic sheen.

Satisfaction.

An indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Just looking at them put his mind at ease.

Feng Shan picked up the first Type 56 carbine he’d ever owned. As he disassembled it for maintenance, he muttered to himself.

"Don’t worry. Even if I get tons of other guns, I’ll never abandon you. They’re just passing fancies, but you’re my one true love!"

The words had barely left his lips when his phone, sitting on the table, started ringing.

He picked it up and looked at the number, his brow furrowing slightly.

It was Ijiku, the chief of Noiksoth Village. They had exchanged numbers a while back during a conference for Indigenous People in Fairbanks, and Chief Ijiku had also signed the security agreement.

’Did something happen in Noiksoth Village?’

Feng Shan answered the call. A voice with a stiff English accent came from the other end.

"Feng, it’s Ijiku. Can you come over if you’re able? A girl in the village was raped by an oil worker. The villagers have surrounded the oil company’s compound, and the situation is getting ugly. The company is demanding the Sheriff come and handle it. Their security just opened fire."

"Understood. Try to keep the villagers calm. Wait for me!" Feng Shan’s expression turned cold as he quickly agreed.

He hung up the phone.

Feng Shan grabbed his walkie-talkie and switched to the camp’s secure channel. "Yves, get the plane ready. Nash, grab your weapons and meet at the airfield. Paine, you three head to the range and get all your gear. We’re going to Noiksoth Village to handle a case."

"This is the first field mission for the Crown Territory Sheriff. Look sharp."

"Roger!" Nash replied.

"Roger!" said Yves.

"Roger!" said Paine.

With the personnel assigned, Feng Shan began to prepare his own gear. His animal hide greatcoat wasn’t suitable; it was too clumsy and would hinder his movement.

Suddenly, something crossed Feng Shan’s mind.

He remembered that Old Swan had given him a suit made of sealskin.

At the time, Old Swan had gone on and on about how sealskin was the warmest hide in the Far North. He hadn’t thought much of it then and had just tossed it in his closet.

At this thought, Feng Shan hurried to his closet and started rummaging through it.

After some effort, he finally found the sealskin suit and took it out to examine it.

’Well, it certainly fits the Inuit aesthetic.’

’In a word, ugly.’

’But no one will see it if I wear it underneath, anyway.’ Feng Shan changed into the sealskin suit.

As soon as he put it on, he could feel a wave of warmth wash over him. The suit was indeed very warm, and it was also lighter, so it wouldn’t restrict his movement.

For his outermost layer, Feng Shan pulled on a reindeer hide greatcoat. Coats made from reindeer hide weren’t just sturdy and warm, but also very durable.

After finishing his cold-weather preparations, it was time to get his weapons and equipment ready.

The other side had already opened fire, so he needed adequate protection. That meant body armor was a must.

He walked over to the metal case where his gear was stored, took out the body armor gifted by the Talan Tactics Company, and inspected it carefully. After confirming there were no issues, he set it aside to take with him.

Then there was the tactical vest.

The tactical vest had various pockets and attachment points, making it convenient for carrying magazines, first-aid supplies, and other items.

’What should I bring for a long gun?’

Feng Shan’s gaze fell on the Type 56 carbine he was disassembling for maintenance. In the next moment, he completely forgot the vow of eternal loyalty he had just made and turned his attention to his newly acquired fire-breathing beast: the JW4 Gen-12 automatic shotgun.

This gun packed a serious punch. At close range, its burst of fire would be enough to suppress the enemy.

Next, he holstered a Glock 17L Combat Master and a TTI G19 Gen3 in his tactical vest. Both were outstanding pistols that could serve as backup firepower in a critical moment.

Once everything was ready, Feng Shan solemnly picked up the badge of the Crown Territory Sheriff and clipped it to his chest. The badge glinted under the light with a unique luster.

All set.

Feng Shan stepped out of the cabin fully armed, a shotgun slung across his back. With his tactical vest loaded with magazines and two pistols, anyone who didn’t know better would think he was heading to a battlefield.

He walked to the camp.

The staff and some lingering guests saw Feng Shan’s special getup, and all eyes were instantly on him.

Their expressions were full of confusion.

Just then, the three veterans approached from the direction of the firing range, also fully geared up. They wore helmets, body armor, and combat boots, their tactical vests loaded with magazines and backup pistols.

Moreover, they were all carrying fully automatic weapons, looking every bit like American soldiers on a combat mission.

Yves, on the other hand, was the pilot, so he was simply armed with a pistol tucked into his waistband.

"Cool!" Feng Shan praised. He pulled four Crown Territory badges from his pocket, and with a flick of his arm, tossed them to the men. "Take ’em!"

The men caught the badges and pinned them to their chests with grins.

"Let’s go. Once we’re there, you follow my orders," Feng Shan said, looking at them with a serious tone in his voice.

This was also a preemptive warning. These veterans, retired from the battlefield, all had their issues, more or less. He was worried they’d hear gunfire, get carried away, and start shooting.

That’s why he had to lay down the law beforehand, to make sure they understood that all actions were to be under his command.

"Yes, sir!" the veterans responded in unison, their reply crisp with the obedience unique to soldiers.

"Move out!"