Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 197: Mi Lu the Chef

With the Butcher taking the lead, the others also chose to take 400,000 Ruble as settlent money...

400,000 Rubles is basically the equivalent of two years of their salary, not a small amount, but definitely not much compared to Mountain Eagle’s haul.

Nearly 10 million Rubles in cash looked quite a lot, owing to the various denominations of the bills.

However, Mountain Eagle preferred the $80,000 and €80,000 in cash, bundles of hundred-dollar bills that one could easily carry away, whether depositing them in banks in incrents or taking them to Thailand, this money could easily be spent.

On the other hand, moving those 10 million Rubles into the financial system and then converting them legally into the currency he needed was sowhat troubleso!

But Mountain Eagle didn’t care, this money ca free of cost and was not too much; even if he couldn’t spend it all in Russia, he could recharge it at the Weapon Bank, using the Weapon Bank for interdiary processes.

Of course, this money would eventually turn into weapons, and the Weapon Bank would cut from the top via transaction fees.

However, that’s what they do, and as long as you really need weapons, the transaction fees of the Weapon Bank are actually much cheaper than those at underground banks.

This is a typical money laundering sche...

Many wealthy individuals overpay for top luxury goods and jewelry to bypass financial supervision and take these items out of the country, where soone else would take over, buy these items for a discounted price, and then bring them back into the country to sell again.

Comparatively, Weapon Bank chose specific custor groups and special paynt thods.

At the entrance of the Four Seasons Hotel, Mountain Eagle and his team dumped two captives along with an account book, giving Selena, who was taking care of children inside the hotel, a golden opportunity.

Then he made a call to soone from Weapon Bank, and afterward had Pirate drive to look for a good restaurant as they planned to have an upscale al without setting a budget.

Unexpectedly to Mountain Eagle, Pirate drove right to the restaurant where Blood Fox and their gang were hiding.

Looking at the restaurant, which was just doing fine business at alti, Mountain Eagle imparted the address to the Weapon Bank representative on the phone, then turned to Pirate asking, "Are you sure this is the place?"

Pirate swiftly turned off the ignition, opened the door excitedly, and said, "I once took my son around Red Square, and the potatoes and beef here are the best I’ve ever had.

The butter they use is very authentic, potatoes and beef fried in butter are both fantastic food.

Oh, their Beef Soup is pretty good too..."

After considering for a bit, Mountain Eagle decisively tore off the tactical vest he was wearing, threw it on the back seat, then stepped out of the car saying, "But evidently the Moscow people aren’t buying it, it seems to just an ordinary fast food restaurant.

From my experience, any restaurant without a queue is not excellent!"

Saying that, Mountain Eagle glanced at the second floor, then shook his head, "Of course, maybe I’m just mistaken."

The Butcher and his team unloaded their gear and locked the car, following Mountain Eagle into this old restaurant evident from its decor, then specifically chose a spot by the floor-to-ceiling windows where they could see their van.

Mountain Eagle skimd through the restaurant’s nu, seeing that it mainly focused on beef - beef aspic, roasted beef, stewed beef, braised beef, then there was Beef Soup, Mixed Vegetable Soup, with main courses being various bread, butter potatoes, pancakes, dumplings.

He ordered a stewed beef and the butter potatoes strongly recomnded by Pirate, then ordered a beer and handed the nu to Pirate...

"Order whatever you want, my treat, just don’t get drunk..."

Pirate happily pulled over a waiter, pointing out on the nu to remove the salad, pancakes, dumplings, and then ordered one of everything else, asking for an extra two servings of butter potatoes.

The four guys, aside from looking stout, seed nothing special, but their orders made the restaurant waiter’s jaw drop.

Having pretty much understood their personalities, Mountain Eagle believed they would definitely not waste food, and facing the waiter’s inquiring look, he said with a smile, "Just follow this gentleman’s order, it’s not too late to add more if it’s not enough."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle looked at the seemingly worried waiter, pulled out a thousand Ruble note and stuffed it into his hand, saying with a smile, "Don’t worry, we do physical labor, so we’ll be eating more."

The waiter, sowhat puzzled, walked towards the kitchen with the nu, looking back every few steps, and soon a chubby old man ca out of the kitchen...

The old guy ca over with two helpers pushing a cart, generously offering to fry steaks and potatoes on the spot for Mountain Eagle and his group.

Mountain Eagle looked surprised as Mi Lu, wearing a chef’s hat resembling a king oyster mushroom, skillfully poured whiskey on the griddle, showing off a bit while searing the steak over the whiskey fla, then scraped a large chunk of butter onto the griddle...

Watching Mi Lu’s skilled movents, Mountain Eagle jokingly said, "Is this chef qualified? If the taste isn’t good, I’m not paying."

Mi Lu, grinning, replied, "I invented the butter-fried potatoes at this restaurant, you will understand what real taste is once you try it."

Mountain Eagle couldn’t ask in the restaurant why Mi Lu was so boldly appearing in public; he made an inviting gesture, then said, "Then I really do need to have a taste..."

Mountain Eagle’s comnt seed to flip a switch, and then Mi Lu, showing off, placed several marinated steaks on the griddle...

Though the griddle and his skills were quite modest, Mi Lu’s clean chef outfit and ridiculously tall hat naturally made people think he was pretty skilled...

So when the beef touched the sizzling butter, releasing a burst of rich aroma, a round of applause echoed through the restaurant.

The old guy, upon hearing the applause, even bowed genteelly, prompting another round of clapping from the diners.

The initially not-so-crowded restaurant suddenly buzzed with voices. Many tourists, drawn by the noise, walked in, quickly filling up the modest-sized eatery.

Watching Mi Lu work swiftly for a few minutes, he sliced the fragrant steaks into small pieces and pushed them to the edge of the griddle, then scooped another large spoonful of butter onto the griddle and poured a bowl of diced potatoes onto it.

After stir-frying and deep-frying for over ten minutes, as the potatoes turned a golden brown, Mi Lu mixed the slightly dried-up steak pieces with the potatoes, stirring a few tis before sprinkling black pepper and seasonings like seasoned salt...

The golden potatoes, coated thickly in butter, glowed under the lighting, giving an illusion as if the potatoes were luminous.

The domineering aroma from the potatoes and beef assaulted everyone’s sense of sll, making it irresistible not to try.

Mountain Eagle admitted, the aroma was indeed imposing...

Because the thick butter itself was aromatic when heated, coupled with the good quality beef and enough spices, it would be abnormal if it didn’t taste good.

Mountain Eagle’s first bite was wonderfully aromatic, leading him to involuntarily take a second and third bite, but after the fourth piece of potato, he couldn’t eat anymore.

This kind of high-calorie food, no matter how delicious it is made, in a city where people are not short of food, most people really can’t eat much of it.

Feeling fed up might be a universal sensation that can defeat appetite.

Because when you feel fed up, it’s your body telling you that the food is too high in calories and you should eat less.

Mountain Eagle looked at the greasy potatoes in front of him, as the oil temperature dropped, both its appearance and fragrance rapidly diminished. He helplessly put down his fork and knife, picked up a glass of ice water for a sip, then spread his hands towards Mi Lu, declaring, "This grub is more suited for residents of the Arctic Circle, they need this kind of calorie bomb."

Mi Lu noticed Mountain Eagle’s dislike and said sowhat irritably, "Hey, are you questioning a skilled chef...

You should know that back in the day it was with butter and potatoes that I led my guys to stand through three months in Alaska, taking down a bunch of cruel gold diggers."

Pointing at Butcher and others who were thoroughly enjoying their al, Mi Lu, flashing his big yellow teeth that mismatched his chef persona, proudly said, "Look, these young fellas who ca out of the internal guards are the real connoisseurs...

Only those who’ve been soaked in a hellish place like Groniz would understand the preciousness of energy. Everyone who cos out of there evolves a different stomach and appetite."

Butcher, having his identity instantly revealed, put down his fork and knife...

He glanced at Mountain Eagle and realizing his own boss seed to know this plump old man, frowned and asked, "How did you figure it out?"

Mi Lu, looking at Butcher with a smug expression, said, "Us old folks sotis just need to sll the air to tell so people’s background.

Let guess, you’re from ’Ross Squadron,’ no...

’Rosic Squadron,’ still no...

Then you must be from Warrior Squadron..."

Butcher, shocked, looked at Mi Lu, his body imdiately tensing up in defense as he asked, "How do you know?"

Mountain Eagle, seeing Mi Lu still wanting to boast, waved his hand soothingly over the tense Butcher and said, "Don’t be nervous, this guy certainly knows your background because he is Victoria’s ex-husband."

Seeing Mountain Eagle reveal his bluff, Mi Lu was not offended, but instead gave a thumbs up to Butcher and others, smilingly saying, "Hey, lads, you did well today, but you’ll need to put in more effort in the coming period...

Although Warrior Special Forces will never match us, I’ll still be rooting for you."

Mountain Eagle thought Mi Lu’s arrogant tone would anger Butcher and others, just as he was about to stop the unrestrained Mi Lu...

Butcher, frowning, looked at Mi Lu and said sternly, "I think I’ve seen you before, on the photo wall in our commander’s office...

Are you Alpha?"

Mi Lu shook his head and said, "NO, I’m Signal Flag..."

Pigeon suddenly put down his fork and knife, excitedly saying, "You are the legendary sniper ’Mi Lu’ from Signal Flag..."