Gold Rush Starts in the Bering Sea

"It's over, it's all over this time." Four gunshots rang out in succession, and Andy sat down on the ground with a thud.

Although I couldn't see clearly through the heavy snow, the gun was definitely fired. There were only four people on the multi-card account, and four shots were fired. Wasn't that one shot killing one person?!

Cass panicked and quickly picked up the binoculars; he didn't want the show to be canceled right at the start.

But when he saw that there were still four people standing on the deck, he finally felt relieved.

"Andy, it's okay, it's okay, they're all still alive!" Cass excitedly pulled Andy up and handed him the binoculars so he could take a good look.

After glancing at Jason, who was heading back, and then at the four people standing on the deck, Andy almost plopped down on the deck again.

It was so exciting, so incredibly exciting! This was the first time he'd ever encountered anything like it in his life, and it made his heart ache.

Once Jason returned safely, Andy immediately greeted him, anxiously asking, "What happened, Jason? You didn't really shoot someone, did you?"

Andy was still worried and wanted to confirm.

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who goes without thinking." Jason was speechless, never expecting that he had this kind of image in Andy's eyes.

Seeing the probing looks from everyone, Jason didn't hide anything and explained what he had done on the Doka.

"Good job, Jason! Hahaha, this time Doka really got the short end of the stick." Andy laughed at Jason's actions.

Andy was overjoyed to see the most famous hyena in the Bering Sea make a fool of itself.

"Jason, reply received, reply received." On the seabed, Brent looked at a gold prospector who had suddenly surfaced, his face full of question marks.

Jason quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and asked, "Brent, what happened?"

"Hey Jason, I just saw a gold prospector. I thought he was here to steal gold, so I quickly grabbed some, but... but when I looked up again, he was gone."

"Jason, I haven't heard of any ghosts in the Bering Sea."

Brent spoke hesitantly, looking around at the pitch-black surroundings on the seabed, feeling a chill run down his spine.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Brent's words made everyone on the deck laugh, but left Brent, deep in the ocean, even more confused.

Andy spoke first, telling Brent what Jason had just done.

"Good job, Jason!"

Brent was thrilled to hear this; if he weren't making money underwater, he would have loved to take up arms and join the fray.

Doka knew all too well. Last year on another ship, he had thoroughly dealt with Doka's harassment, and Doka had snatched away his perfectly good gold mining spot.

Hearing that Doka was chased away by Jason with a gun, I felt instantly relieved.

"Jason, reply received, reply received."

Inside the cabin of the Albert, Albert held the ship's walkie-talkie and kept calling out, not daring to stop for a moment.

He really couldn't imagine what Jason would do based on what Andy had said.

"This is Jason. Received. Don't worry, nothing serious happened," Jason replied with a smile, though he was still touched by Albert's concern.

Albert felt a little relieved and asked, "You brat, tell me what happened right now."

Jason looked at Andy's evasive eyes and, helplessly, repeated what he had done once again.

"Kid, you did a great job!" Albert was instantly amused by Jason's actions.

But he still warned, "Try not to do this kind of thing again. At least Doka is smart. If you had run into someone who wasn't so smart, you..."

Jason understood what the following words meant and nodded, replying, "Don't worry, I know."

After chatting for a while, we ended the call.

Seeing Jason's questioning gaze, Andy said helplessly, "It's all because you scared me so much just now that I could only notify the people I could reach."

It was so scary just now, he grabbed a gun and went out, we couldn't stop him, who knew it would end like this.

"Jason, this is Old Hart. Response received. Response received."

Seeing the walkie-talkie ring again, Jason thought, "..."

As it turns out, once one person learns something, it spreads quickly and a large number of people will also learn about it.

Jason held the walkie-talkie in his hand the whole time.

Some were concerned, some confirmed the facts, and some offered to buy Jason a drink.

This shows how unpopular Doka and his group are in the Bering Sea region.

After Jason finally put down the walkie-talkie, Cass came to his side, looked him up and down, and exclaimed, "Jason, is this how exciting it is for you gold miners?"

Jason patted Cass on the shoulder and said meaningfully, "There might be more than that."

"Tsk"

Cass suddenly realized that the job he had been given wasn't so great after all.

Back to the monotonous work of gold panning, everything that had just happened seemed like a dream, yet it had truly occurred.

Dorka returned in disgrace, remaining silent the entire way, while his three sons beside him were filled with rage. If Dorka hadn't stopped them, they would have charged at Jason even if he had a gun.

Doka sighed and said to his three sons, "Do you think it's embarrassing for us to leave so slinking away like this?"

"Dad, he's all alone, and he would never dare to hit anyone, so why just stand by and watch?" Nar was very indignant; he had never suffered such humiliation in his life.

The other two people didn't say anything, but their facial expressions said it all.

Doka said with exasperation, "Can't you use your brains? Where is this place? How can we, in this little wrecked boat, fight against Albert and his family?"

"Also, Jason was holding back."

"Yes, you're right, Jason might not dare to hit anyone, but don't forget, Jason is a rich guy now."

"They damaged our equipment right in front of us this time and gave us compensation, but what about the future? Are they just going to keep guarding against us?!"

Doca never denies that his methods are dirty, but so what if they are dirty? Does it hinder gold mining?

But I really didn't expect that Jason, this young man, would be even less ethical than me, and he just went straight for it, his movements were so swift and decisive.

"I'll bear it, but remember, stay away from this kid in the future," Doka said with a sigh, but more than that, he was wary.

Jason was unaware of what the others had said, but even if he had, he wouldn't have taken it seriously.

On the Bering Sea, braving the heavy snow, they raced against time.

Jason joined in, and the three of them took turns panning for gold to ensure that one of them could have a break.

In the period that followed, gold prospectors did come to the area, but they all kept their distance.

Clearly, Jason had succeeded in establishing his authority, and they now knew that Jason was not someone to be trifled with.

Jason didn't pay much attention to the boats panning for gold in the area, after all, this was public waters, and there was no good end to trying to take all the spoils.

Moreover, Jason had also surveyed the areas where those gold prospectors were located, and the gold content was not high, so he had no intention of making money through gold mining.

It's better to do a favor and reduce your own attack power.

When supplies ran out, Jason decided to return. The group had been pushed to their limits and were even a little dazed, their reactions slowing down considerably when operating the equipment.

He had a stubble beard and messy hair, and the entire cabin reeked of a strange smell.

This gold rush took a long time, and Jason even took Cass's speedboat ashore to buy supplies and fuel.

But the rewards were also enormous, justifying their efforts.

Detection range: 15 meters (upgradeable: 1 meter for every 100 ounces)

[Detection depth: 15 meters (upgradeable to 100 ounces, or 1 meter higher)]

Estimated weight: 316.7 ounces (including 13% impurities)

[Upgradeable gold ounces: 473.55 ounces]

[Note: Gold does not absorb energy; it is only used for upgrading purposes, and its value remains unaffected.]

[Note: Only gold discovered through exploration using one's own methods is of useful value.]

It took nine days, with a daily harvest of about 35.1 ounces, or about 1.46 ounces per hour.

This harvest is unparalleled in the Bering Sea!

Even the harvests from some large-scale machines cannot compare, because the harvests are too high and extremely abnormal.

But for Brent and the others, they had gotten used to it, especially since Jason always managed to get such a harvest every time he went to sea. Their mindset had long been completely changed by Jason's overwhelming influence.

Compared to other gold prospectors who toiled all day and only harvested half an ounce, or at most an ounce or two, they admired Jason's gold-finding ability even more.