Under the night sky of Alaska, it was silent and cold.
The town's lights were sparse, most residents had already retreated indoors to fend off the chill.
Only 'Wild Buffalo Horn' and 'Parrot' bars continued blasting piercing noises, with gang members partying through the night.
Inside a house, a series of "clack-clack" sounds echoed as everyone checked their weapons and loaded their magazines.
"Three cars arrived at the Aryan Brotherhood's base not long ago. They should be delivering goods; looks like they're not planning to leave tonight." Bingzi reported over the walkie-talkie.
"How many people came?"
"Twelve."
Originally, there were sixteen or seventeen Aryan Brotherhood members in the town, and their numbers have now almost reached thirty.
On the sofa, Qi Yun squinted and looked up at Brother Quan. His rule was to leave professional tasks to professionals without meddling.
