Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 164: The Strange Flight

Russia has a lot of people traveling to Thailand, so whether from Kamui or Bangkok, there are four direct flights to Moscow every week.

Mountain Eagle is a frequent flyer of Russian Airlines, but he was promoted after returning from St. Petersburg, so he has never experienced the business class of Russian Airlines.

Mr. Poincaré not only booked a business class seat for Mountain Eagle but also gave him a set of custom-made suits.

Not so high-tech bulletproof suit, but a very solidly made English suit.

High-grade fabric, completely hand-sewn, even the cufflinks and bow tie are brands Mountain Eagle has never seen before.

No luxurious packaging, just a simple large leather handbag, which, apart from the suit, contained a pair of lambskin shoes, an automatic umbrella, and a water cup.

Mountain Eagle couldn’t guess the price and didn’t want to guess, because Mr. Poincaré left him a note in the bag...

"Gentlen always fight better than thugs!"

This sentence fully expressed Mr. Poincaré’s distinction from Blood Fox and his expectations for Mountain Eagle.

To be honest, Mountain Eagle felt sowhat flattered...

Since he t Blood Fox, he felt like he was brought into a big family, where everyone seed welcoming and naturally trusted him.

Of course, everyone also had different expectations for him.

However, Mountain Eagle himself often behaved more like a Lone Wolf.

He has always resisted taking over that so-called pension according to Blood Fox’s ideas...

But human hearts are made of flesh; not to ntion Blood Fox saved his life, but over ti, being trusted and having soone to rely on gradually changed Mountain Eagle’s mind.

Now what limited Mountain Eagle were his expectations for the future and his demands on himself...

He wouldn’t allow himself to do things that were bound to disappoint others; he needed to be prepared!

Prepare money, prepare properties, prepare a business that could generate enough inco and temporarily sustain that pension.

Only when all this was prepared could he possibly try to change Arctic Fox; otherwise, it would all be in vain!

Mountain Eagle was led to his seat by a Russian Airlines flight attendant and, to prevent Mr. Poincaré’s gift suit from getting wrinkled, he took it out of the bag and hung it on the seatback in front of him.

As passengers gradually boarded the plane, the business class seats began to fill up.

A middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and a dress hat, dressed in a khaki leisure suit and ticulously grood, sat down next to Mountain Eagle.

Mountain Eagle smiled and greeted his temporary neighbor, trying to leave a good impression so the next 11 hours of flight might be more pleasant.

The middle-aged man responded to Mountain Eagle’s goodwill with a smile, showing eight teeth, nodded politely, and when he took off his sunglasses and hat to sit down, his eyes fixed on the suit hanging in front of Mountain Eagle...

"Saville Street’s Henry Paul, your suit is very tasteful..."

Mountain Eagle paused for a mont, he looked at the black cover over the suit, he couldn’t see any identifiable marks.

Looking at the middle-aged man who had removed his hat and sunglasses, revealing his full face, Mountain Eagle smiled and said, "This was a gift from a friend, I didn’t even know its origins until a few seconds ago."

With that, Mountain Eagle extended his hand to the middle-aged man, saying, "My na is Yue Shan..."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a few seconds in response to Mountain Eagle’s gesture, but eventually extended his hand.

After letting go, the middle-aged man looked into Mountain Eagle’s eyes, smiled, and said, "Matthias, Matthias Monahan..."

Mountain Eagle subtly rubbed his palm; when shaking hands with Matthias, he clearly felt calluses at the base of Matthias’ thumb, which were undoubtedly caused by long-term use of firearms.

Matthias noticed Mountain Eagle’s movent, smiled after sitting down, and said, "I am from Germany, a sculptor..."

While saying this, Matthias made a chiseling gesture with his hand, then looking at the sowhat enlightened expression on Mountain Eagle’s face, he said, "And you, what do you do?"

Mountain Eagle knew too well what gun-using calluses looked like, he made a trigger-pulling gesture, smiled, and said, "I’m a Thai police officer..."

Matthias’ gaze slightly intensified, then he smiled and said, "Nice to et you!"

Turning to the suit, Matthias spoke with a hint of reminiscence, "The person who gave you this suit must be a wise and gentlemanly elder, because only such a person would have such taste."

Mountain Eagle imdiately thought of the very ticulous Professor Pang Jialai, smiling he said, "You’re right, the suit was given to by an old gentleman."

Getting a confird answer, Matthias nodded reservedly, leaning back in his seat and fell silent...

Mountain Eagle, used to chatting with strangers, smiled and fastened his seatbelt...

While the cabin bustled with activity, the spot where Mountain Eagle and Matthias sat descended into a strange atmosphere of tranquility, causing those around them to unconsciously lower their voices.

Until a chubby Caucasian dragging a suitcase with one hand and holding a suit and coffee with the other boarded the plane...

"oh shit..."

The white fat man spilled his coffee the mont he entered the business class, staining his own shirt and eliciting displeased cries from a couple next to him.

"sorry sorry..."

The insincerely apologetic white fat man raised his hands, then struggled to place his luggage in the overhead bin.

After the white fat man sat down, he waved to two n dressed in shirts and paratrooper pants, saying, "You guys go to the back, I just upgraded myself..."

The two n exchanged glances, scanned the business class cabin, their gaze pausing montarily on the ditative Matthias and the overly intense Mountain Eagle, then walked towards the economy class.

Mountain Eagle noticed the deanor and tattoos on the arms of the two n; they likely had served in the United States Marine Corps.

Up to now, Mountain Eagle felt everything was normal, as international flights were filled with all sorts of people.

He had even t an old Russian in the economy class of a Russian Airlines flight, boasting about his ti with Boss Pu.

As soon as that guy got off the plane, he headed straight for the airport supermarket, bought two bottles of vodka, and even shared a taxi with him.

But when the plane taxied onto the runway for takeoff, two tall Russians, a man and a woman, passing by the aisle next to Mountain Eagle made him feel sothing was off...

Because the man and woman were ard!

Their eyes scanned the passengers like scanners as they walked, finally sitting behind the white fat man.

Mountain Eagle was not too scared, knowing that carrying handguns onto a plane must an they were officials.

However, the sudden appearance of the two ard individuals instantly made Mountain Eagle realize there were very important people on the plane.

Was it that white fat man?

Watching the fat man nervously wipe his coffee-stained shirt with a tissue and his dirty leather shoes, Mountain Eagle couldn’t connect this clumsy fellow with an ’important person’.

Mountain Eagle didn’t know the specifics, but he couldn’t help but suspect that the flight arranged by Mr. Poincaré might have so issues.

These old n usually don’t do things without purpose; perhaps putting him on this flight was a way to remind him of sothing.

It wasn’t just Mountain Eagle’s baseless guessing—after the plane took off smoothly and stabilized, two more people upgraded to business class.

One of them, a man, deliberately passed by the white fat man, attracting the attention of the gun-carriers...

And another woman in a mini-skirt sat down in the middle of the cabin...

Then, as if the straps on her high-heels were loose, the woman bent down in a very sexy motion to fix them, revealing her long legs tempting the imagination, catching the wide-eyed gaze of the disheveled fat man sitting diagonally behind her.

Mountain Eagle had no idea what was happening, nor if any potential events were related to him...

However, he didn’t believe these odd people on the plane would dare cause trouble, so he simply put on his audio pickup headphones and tactical sunglasses, then quietly released the Golden Cicada and closed his eyes to practice controlling it.

Letting himself get used to the complex images, attempting to filter out ’noise’.

Sound feedback wasn’t very effective on the plane because the noise and interference from the plane itself made the images provided by the Golden Cicada even blurrier.

However, once Mountain Eagle successfully focused his attention on a small area, he unexpectedly triggered so function of the Golden Cicada, and as he focused on a specific point, he felt like he heard so people talking...

Due to the plane’s noise, the conversations were intermittent...

At first, Mountain Eagle thought he was hallucinating, but after multiple attempts, he realized that the Golden Cicada was more sophisticated than he had imagined.

The ultrasonic waves not only provided feedback visually, but they also restored sound, sowhat amplifying his hearing to an extent.

The Golden Cicada had appeared after Mountain Eagle’s contact with Plutonium; he never used it before, and its specific functions still needed his exploration.

After discovering the new functionality, Mountain Eagle felt like he had found a new continent and began trying to lock onto people he found suspicious, hoping to hear sothing useful...

And soon, he had results...

The suspicious individuals in business class were all very quiet, but it was different for those two Marine Corps mbers who went to economy class.

When Mountain Eagle focused on the two, he heard them complaining...

"I hate that idiot Schneider, being his bodyguard makes feel like an idiot myself..."

"Just endure it, Schneider may be a brainless fool, but his boss is a different story..."

"I don’t understand, Snowden that bitch’s child is just a traitor, why are so many people wanting to protect him?

I fucking didn’t even have money for a lawyer during my divorce, but when it cos to Snowden, these lawyers are willing to work for free, I even think they’d love to lick Snowden’s ass...

And this damn Schneider, just how ssed up is his boss’s brain to let him escort important docunts?"