Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 243 - 242: Surprises Always Come When Least Expected

Returns are impossible!

Because the two girls were never his people to begin with!

A minivan cramd ten people and assorted weapons, both large and small, making the space extrely cramped.

Mountain Eagle, who should have sat in the passenger seat, was relegated to the back seat by the beseeching gaze of ’Great White Shark’ Sofia.

Eight people, but only six seats, Mountain Eagle squeezed in with Butcher and Post Box, while sisters Daria and little sister Irina took the back row, leaving Peter and Pigeon no choice but to sit on the floor.

Or say, humans are highly adaptable...

Less than half an hour after the van departed, Peter, who had been complaining non-stop, began to cry and plead on the phone, recounting his ordeals of the past few days to the person on the other end.

If he wasn’t right in front of you, judging by the voice alone, you would have thought he was shipped off to a reformation camp in Siberia.

Young girl Irina was in her growing phase, and at this ti, girls generally weren’t looking their best, losing the cuteness of their younger years, but this girl had the advantage of being well-behaved.

Mountain Eagle, already a father, couldn’t bear to see children cry in front of him, especially the well-behaved ones.

Seeing the young girl on the phone, unable to hold back her tears, Mountain Eagle took a roll of tissue paper, bent down, reaching over to pass her a sheet at a ti to wipe away her seemingly unstoppable tears.

Only Sofia sat quietly in the passenger seat, neither phoning nor speaking. If it weren’t for her occasional blinking, you might even mistake her for a plastic model rather than a flesh-and-blood person.

Mountain Eagle had no clue what was going on in Sofia’s mind, because her poker face locked away all her emotions.

Mountain Eagle was sensitive to interpersonal relationships and social graces, but he had never before encountered such an unreadable person.

A woman, betrayed, kidnapped, and threatened by her own brother, showed no sign of hatred or sorrow upon rescue, not even a harsh word.

Such a character gave Mountain Eagle a sense of not knowing where to start.

By the ti the two hostages finished their tearful phone calls, the return journey was already half over.

Mountain Eagle took back the two prepaid phones, looked at Peter with his wide-eyed innocent expression and said with a smile, "OK, now you guys can get so sleep. In two and a half hours, we’ll reach the Four Seasons Hotel next to Red Square.

If your families or their representatives are reliable, then you’ll be safe!"

Upon hearing this, Peter lay on the bumpy floor cradling his head. Minutes later, he sat up like a reanimated corpse, looking at Mountain Eagle with hopeful eyes, saying, "I need a bodyguard, a really strong bodyguard..."

Mountain Eagle curled the corner of his mouth and nodded, "Given your current situation, you indeed need a few bodyguards.

At the very least, they could help you call the police after you’re kidnapped.

With your father’s influence, if the police could be mobilized sooner, maybe you wouldn’t even need to rescue you."

Peter, seeing Mountain Eagle sowhat distracted, said earnestly, "I’m serious, I need so bodyguards..."

Mountain Eagle paused and pointed at his own nose, "You an you want to hire ?"

Peter nodded vigorously, "I can hire you all, how about 5000 US Dollars per person per month?

You protect , and I pay you, plus I’ll cover all your daily expenses."

Peter said, noticing the strange expressions on the faces of Mountain Eagle and Butcher, and cautiously added, "If you think the money isn’t enough, we can still negotiate."

Mountain Eagle glanced at Butcher, whose eyes were also strange, and laughed, "A yearly salary of 60,000 US Dollars, that’s about what the United States Secret Service gets, aren’t you tempted?"

Butcher shook his head, "Not really..."

Upon hearing this, Peter beca sowhat displeased, "Why, isn’t the money enough? That’s negotiable..."

Butcher firmly shook his head, "I only know how to fight, I’m not good at protecting rich fools who only know how to live in luxury.

Your father’s mining company exploited minerals in my holand, polluted the mountains and water sources, making many people leave their hos, and in the end, my slaughterhouse couldn’t continue...

Do you still want to hire ?"

Butcher’s tone was so indifferent it didn’t seem like jesting at all, and Peter, a bit frightened, shrank back, then looked at Pigeon, who was resting with his eyes closed and head on plastic explosives, and whispered, "Is everything he said true?"

Pigeon, with his eyes still closed, said, "You know why I don’t open my eyes to look at you?

Because he’s from the sa place, my family’s farm, passed down for three generations, was contaminated, and all you compensated us was 4 million Rubles.

I’m afraid if I opened my eyes to see you, I couldn’t help hitting you!"

Peter was stunned for a mont, carefully shifting his bottom to distance himself from Pigeon, then guiltily said, "My father is just the president of Charigler Group in Russia, he might not know many things that happen below."

Mountain Eagle had always assud there was so bias in his feelings towards Charigler Group, yet he hadn’t expected Charigler Group to commit so many atrocities within Russia.

Looking at the increasingly anxious expression on Peter, Mountain Eagle said with a beaming smile, "Don’t be nervous, we are good people!

I believe your old man wouldn’t let good people lose out, otherwise, if sothing similar happens again, I doubt anyone in your entire family would be as lucky as you are."

......

As Mountain Eagle and his team were rushing back, a significant force appeared around the Four Seasons Hotel...

Russia has many governnt agencies, but the core of the core are the five directly controlled by Boss Pu!

They are the Ministry of Defense, Ministry of Internal Affairs, Ministry of Justice, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and the Ministry of Ergency Situations...

The authority of the Security Conference is also imnse, but due to the complexity of its personnel, it is overseen by Boss Pu’s old colleague Old Patrushev. Boss Pu only intervenes in the affairs of the Security Conference through Old Patrushev when necessary.

Erin, Anna’s mother, is Old Patrushev’s assistant!

Those who appeared at the entrance of the Four Seasons Hotel were the personnel from the Russia Ergency Security Departnt and the Moscow Police Departnt...

The Ministry of Ergency Situations might sound like an ergency departnt, but in reality, when their people deploy, it indicates that Russia is in an extrely urgent situation.

Just like a fire truck hitting the road, all departnts must give way to them and comply with all their demands.

When Shao Yigu, the head of the Russia Ergency Security Departnt, stepped out of the car with a stern face, the chief of the Moscow Police Departnt waiting at the hotel entrance felt his legs go weak.

After all, the Four Seasons Hotel is an international chain, and their general manager seed relatively calm.

The middle-aged general manager in his fifties wasn’t angry about being woken up in the middle of the night. Seeing the fleet of the Ministry of Ergency Situations arrive, he stepped out of the hotel’s main entrance and extended his hand enthusiastically towards Shao Yigu, saying with sincerity, "Sir, may I know the purpose of your visit to our hotel?

However, we have already closed the hotel lobby temporarily according to the Ministry of Ergency Situations’ request, and notified all guests who have booked with us that they can only check in tomorrow morning.

For this, we even dispatched people to Moscow Airport to arrange temporary accommodations for the booked guests."

The general manager of the Four Seasons Hotel spoke politely, but in reality, he was complaining to Shao Yigu about the significant losses caused by the Ministry of Ergency Situations.

Previously, the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Intelligence Bureau had also caused a series of troubles and even a murder at the Four Seasons Hotel, but Anna sincerely paid for it.

It seed Shao Yigu was not going to pay!

The sowhat simple-looking Shao Yigu pursed his lips as he glanced at the general manager of the Four Seasons Hotel. He waved his hand, brushing past the manager’s body to enter the hotel, and sat down on the sofa closest to the entrance.

The head of the Moscow Police Departnt almost tumbled into the hotel lobby, bending his body 90 degrees in front of Shao Yigu, and said very anxiously, "Sir, we hadn’t received any previous reports, we were completely unaware that Mr. Rodkin’s granddaughter had been kidnapped...

I an, I, I also..."

Shao Yigu glanced at the police chief and shook his head, saying, "The President is extrely dissatisfied with the security situation in Moscow recently. Your police departnt must take primary responsibility.

Mr. Rodkin’s wife was so shocked by her granddaughter’s kidnapping that she had to be admitted to the hospital. Fortunately, Miss Irina was rescued. Otherwise..."

The stocky chief of police wanted to ask why there had been no movent from the Ministry of Internal Affairs regarding the kidnapping of Rodkin’s granddaughter.

After all, such issues involving important figures were always handled by the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the past...

How could their police funding and resources compare with the Ministry of Internal Affairs?

However, seeing Shao Yigu’s expression, and that the situation hadn’t turned out terribly, the stocky chief quickly nodded and said, "I will call a eting tonight and request patrol officers in all districts to increase their patrolling force to ensure the security of Moscow."

As he spoke, the police boss glanced at Shao Yigu and cautiously said, "Sir, besides retrieving Miss Irina, if there’s anything else I can assist with during your visit here, please do not hesitate to ask."

Shao Yigu looked amusedly at this sycophantic opportunist and waved his hand, "You should know that Snowden is in the hotel. From tomorrow morning, double the police forces around Red Square, and police must be stationed at every intersection.

Response tis for all ergency calls in the vicinity of Red Square must be reduced to within 5 minutes!

This must continue until Snowden declares complete safety or he leaves the Red Square area. The ergency state can only end then.

Too many people have died in Moscow over the past week, and our President is starting to get a bit upset!"

Without hesitation, the chief of police nodded and said, "No problem, I will notify all officers to work overti..."

Just as the stocky fellow was about to show his loyalty, a convoy of 20 black SUVs pulled up to the intersection in front of the Four Seasons Hotel, and a large group of ard security forces alighted from the vehicles...

Feeling threatened, the soldiers of the Ministry of Ergency Situations couldn’t help but ready their weapons and show their credentials, attempting to drive the vehicles away.

But unexpectedly, these people blocked the hotel’s driveways with their vehicles without causing a confrontation with the soldiers, effectively sealing off the main entrance.

After ensuring safety, a handso man in his thirties, supporting a tear-stained aristocratic woman, stepped down from a Maybach and approached the soldiers guarding the entrance...

Glancing at Shao Yigu who had co out of the hotel to see what was going on, the handso man patted the aristocratic woman’s arm and waved at Shao Yigu, then politely said to the soldiers, "I am Kirill Malofiev, and this is my mother. We’ve co to pick up my brother, who was kidnapped by terrorists.

My mother is not in good health; could you please let us go up?"

With that, Kirill looked at the soldiers with a wary face and said with a gentle smile, "Don’t worry, we have no ill intentions!"

...

And while the bigwigs were flexing their power at the entrance of the Four Seasons Hotel, Mountain Eagle and his team unexpectedly ran into an ambush as they entered Leningrad Street...

It was early morning and there weren’t many vehicles on the road, so Pirate was driving quickly...

But sohow, the traffic lights seed to be against them today, causing them to stop and go as they entered Leningrad Street.

Just as Pirate was stopped by the third red light, cussing and ready to floor the accelerator to get through, a green-lighted truck on the left side of the road suddenly sped up at the intersection, and with Pirate’s roar, it collided with the right front wheel of the small truck...

"Boom..."