On the road to Fairbanks, covered with snow, at a location eight kilometers from the town, there is a U-shaped bend. At this moment, a convoy is slowly approaching.
Sitting in the cars are members of the Aryan Brotherhood. They have only one purpose in coming to the town, and that is revenge.
The boss, Benny, gave the order: no matter who did it last night, they are to be ripped to pieces.
On the slopes on both sides of the road, Brother Quan and others who received the message were already lying in wait. Seeing the headlights in the distance, he whispered, "Target is 500 meters away, prepare for battle."
The convoy got closer and closer, the engine noise especially clear in the silent snowy night.
Leading the way is a modified Ford Raptor pickup, followed by a dozen SUVs. Roughly estimated, the number of people from the Aryan Brotherhood should be no fewer than fifty or sixty.
