Landlord in the Arctic

Chapter 367: Chapter 280: Start Filming (Part 2)

"Feng, Feng, are you okay? My God, they actually opened fire!"

"I’m fine, pal. Back up along the edge of the wall. Paine and the others are about to attack."

Feng Shan, also lying prone in the snow, whispered his reply to Director Roland.

His heart was pounding, and a wave of fear washed over him in hindsight.

Even though he’d used the Enchanting Spell to make the man shoot, and had prepared to dodge ahead of time...

...bullets don’t have eyes. If that bastard at the gate had aimed just a little differently, he would’ve been shot in the head.

Damn it.

’I can’t play around like this anymore.’

Feng Shan cursed inwardly, silently vowing never to pull a stunt this reckless again.

As he thought this, he carefully shifted his body, his eyes glued to the iron gate and the surrounding area, waiting for Paine and his team to launch their assault.

Nash, hiding behind cover, was watching Feng Shan’s every move with rapt attention.

The moment he saw Feng Shan come under fire, he leaped out from behind cover without a second thought, completely ignoring the stray bullets whizzing over his head.

But Nash had eyes only for Feng Shan’s safety, and he dove recklessly in his direction.

He had only one thought.

’I have to protect Feng Shan. I can’t let anything happen to him.’

’Even if it costs me my life.’

Meanwhile, Calio, lying in wait at the corner of the wall, wasn’t idle either.

Carrying a small package, he sprinted toward the iron gate with incredible speed, as if his feet were winged.

In the blink of an eye, he reached the gate and deftly pulled the fuse.

Then he spun around and ran, clearly intending to use the package to show the people inside what they were dealing with.

Just then, the workers inside the oil company compound heard the intense gunfire and exploded into a panic, thinking the Indigenous People from the village were attacking the site.

They scrambled in a panic, rushing out of their rooms.

Every man had a tense look on his face, a gun gripped tightly in his hand.

They surged toward the main gate, shouting at the top of their lungs.

The scene descended into chaos, a cacophony of shouts and footsteps.

Among them was a supervisor who was slightly calmer than the others, though he still looked panicked.

He hurried forward.

He forcefully restrained the worker who had been under the spell.

Muttering curses, he roughly snatched away the rifle, its magazine now empty.

Then, he cautiously approached the observation window and peered outside.

He expected to see a large, aggressive crowd of Indigenous People.

But to his surprise, he didn’t see a single person.

His heart sank. He immediately understood that things had gotten serious.

In the past, whenever conflicts with the Indigenous People arose, they just had to hold out until the company’s legal team arrived.

Then, they would give the poor, injured woman a hefty compensation package, and the problem would be perfectly resolved.

That’s how they’d always handled it, and most of the Indigenous People had accepted that outcome, which was why they had been so brazen today.

But this time was clearly different.

Not only was a Sheriff involved, but they weren’t following the usual script.

A strong sense of unease washed over the supervisor.

He had a nagging feeling that this wouldn’t be resolved so easily.

Most importantly, now that shots had been fired, the situation had changed.

He knew that shooting at a Sheriff was no joke. If this was investigated, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The supervisor’s face turned exceptionally grim. He furiously grabbed the shooter’s collar and slapped him hard across the face several times—SLAP! SLAP!—showering him with spittle as he cursed.

"You bastard, are you insane? Who told you to shoot? Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused?"

The shooter, dizzy from the slaps, stared blankly at the supervisor and stammered.

"It... It was them. They shot first."

"Are you sure?" The supervisor frowned, feeling uncertain.

After all, he hadn’t been there a moment ago.

If it was true, if they really had shot first, then things would be much simpler.

If they attacked private property without a search warrant, then firing back could be considered normal self-defense, which would significantly reduce their liability.

The supervisor threatened him viciously, his eyes filled with menace.

"You’d better swear to God you’re not lying. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you spend the rest of your life in prison dropping the soap."

Dropping the soap!

’God, I don’t want to drop the soap.’

Hearing this, the shooter’s heart sank, and he was thoroughly terrified.

He knew exactly what "dropping the soap" in prison meant. The rest of his life would be ruined.

So, he disregarded everything else and nodded firmly.

Even though, in his memory, he wasn’t actually sure if they had shot first.

But to save the rest of his life, he could only bite the bullet and stick to his story, even raising his voice.

"That’s right! They shot first! I saw it clearly, there’s no doubt about it."

"Well, that’s for the be—"

Hearing this, the supervisor was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking there might still be a way out of this.

But before he could finish his sentence, a deafening BOOM erupted, so loud it felt like it would shatter their eardrums.

Immediately after, the ground beneath their feet began to shake violently, as if in an earthquake.

No one could keep their footing.

They were all thrown to the ground by the sudden tremor.

The scene instantly devolved into chaos, with shouts and screams filling the air.

When the men finally recovered from the violent shaking and the deafening blast, they looked up and were shocked to see that the compound’s iron gate was gone.

The once-solid iron gate was now just a wreck of smoke, mud, and flying snow.

Bits of shrapnel and other debris rained down from the sky.

Then, two heavily armed soldiers charged out of the thick smoke.

They were agile and moved quickly.

They held fully automatic rifles steady, the dark muzzles aimed at everyone present, and shouted in unison.

"Don’t move! Get on the ground! Hands on your head, legs spread!"

CRACK!

Just then, another gunshot split the night.

The sharp sound exploded in everyone’s ears.

Immediately after, a worker fell from the water tower behind the wall.

Fortunately, the water tower was only about four meters high, and the thick layer of snow on the ground cushioned his fall.

So, the worker wasn’t too badly injured from the fall, but it looked like he’d been shot in the shoulder. He lay in the snow, screaming in agony, his miserable cries making the atmosphere even more frantic.

’A sniper?’

’Those bastards!’

’They’re not just using explosives, they have a sniper too.’

’This is an oil company compound, not a terrorist nest.’

’How dare they do this.’

The supervisor, lying on the ground with his hands clasped tightly over his head, shouted, "You bastards! We’re Finnex Operating, LLC! Our boss is a state senator! You’re finished!"

"Yeehaw! We’ll see who’s finished!" a calm, yet mocking voice replied.

A pair of military boots appeared in front of the supervisor. They were stained with snow and looked quite dirty.

Then, the owner of the boots slowly squatted down.

He held a video camera in front of the supervisor’s face and unhurriedly pressed the play button.

The camera screen lit up, and the sound that came from it broke the somewhat oppressive silence.

"So what if we messed with some Indigenous woman? It’s not a big deal..."

"I’m the Sheriff. Here’s my badge..."

"I’m ordering you to open the gate and submit to an investigation. You have ten seconds to comply."

"Fuck you! You’ve got ten seconds to get lost, you Indigenous pig! This is white man’s land! Get the hell out of here, native!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!!

A furious burst of gunfire erupted as the barrel of a rifle poked out from the observation port on screen, firing directly at the Sheriff.

The muzzle flash was so clear in the darkness.

Watching the playback, the supervisor’s heart went cold.

A chill rose from the depths of his being, colder than the biting, bone-piercing weather of an Alaskan winter.

’It’s over,’ he thought. ’It’s completely over.’

With this kind of solid evidence, no amount of arguing would do any good.

’Obstructing a Sheriff’s investigation.’

’Firing on a Sheriff.’

’Admitting to raping an Indigenous woman.’

The supervisor turned his head in a rage to look at the dazed shooter lying next to him.

’Are you fucking insane?’

’If you wanted to die, why did you have to drag us down with you?’

’Give me a gun, I’ll kill him right now.’

’Not even God could stop me.’

"See that clearly, pal?" Feng Shan asked with a faint smile, grinning as he picked up the camera and waved it in the supervisor’s face.

Then, he gently nudged the man with his foot, the motion both mocking and authoritative, signaling that he could sit up.

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