Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 255 - 254: What on Earth Do You Want

Mountain Eagle looked at the pale-faced Fishing Pole and couldn’t understand from the bottom of his heart how soone with this level of intelligence thought they could do the job of a middleman.

But thinking back to the people from the underworld he had seen and known since the Golden Triangle, he realized that taking risks might just be the norm in the underworld.

Not to ntion rely helping Mario find rcenaries, even tasks like assassinating Boss Pu, as long as soone can put up a good price, there are people who will follow one after another to their doom.

"Clarity" is a precious quality in the underworld!

In regions where the cost of illegal activities is relatively low, ’clarity’ is even scarcer.

If anyone had rcenary resources in hand while the Donbass market was booming, and an Englishman ca knocking, offering to introduce high-level contacts from Ukraine as a bargaining chip for so assistance, there would hardly be anyone who could refuse.

It’s known that securing a contract from the Ukrainian Governnt at this ti, with a few high-ranking officials looking out for you, is a business that’s guaranteed to rake in big money.

A middleman not particularly well-known, if he can make a na for himself in a place like Donbass, can definitely enjoy long-term benefits for 5, even 10 years to co.

Keep in mind that Europeans can’t fight a war during this period, not to ntion Ukraine—even the military strength of Russia itself has been dangerously undermined due to corruption.

If a middleman could beco a recruitnt agent, he would be able to extract unimaginable profits from a country.

Human traffickers send people to be sold into servitude, while these middlen send people to battlefields to sell their lives!

There are too many good places for sourcing soldiers in the world...

Colombia, Peru, Bolivia in South Arica; Venezuela in Central Arica; Sudan in Africa; Pakistan, Myanmar, India, and other such places in Asia—if you go there with a contract for 2000 US dollars a month, you can always pull together an army of a thousand.

As long as the soldiers sourced by the middlen are reliable in combat, the middleman’s value will skyrocket.

Doesn’t Fishing Pole understand the risks of collaborating with the English?

He must be very aware!

But like a gambler who always feels they are the chosen one at the table, he would never give up an opportunity to win.

Mountain Eagle felt that it was a bit inappropriate to label Fishing Pole as an idiot from an outsider’s perspective, so after so thought, he said, "What assurances did the English give you?

They couldn’t just have made empty promises about introducing you to so big shots, and you just jumped in to take the risk for them."

Fishing Pole cautiously glanced at Mountain Eagle and after hesitating for a long ti, said, "The UK and the United States have sent many people to Ukraine, and with Poroshenko’s assistance, they have started to take important governnt positions...

Their resources are not abundant..."

Fishing Pole’s explanation was not very clear, but Mountain Eagle couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

The Ukrainian president is basically a puppet, and that position has been a key point in the ga between Russia and NATO, and for so many years, not a single Ukrainian president has managed to leave the office with dignity.

For soone who’s not flexible-minded, no matter how much money they make, they can’t avoid being held accountable in the end.

But regardless of the chaos, Ukraine still has its basic dignity, and everyone has to follow diplomatic etiquette.

This direct practice of inserting personnel into another’s political system is sothing Mountain Eagle only read about in so old newspapers when he was a child.

He never would have guessed that in the 21st century, such things were still happening!

Of course, nowadays such practices wouldn’t be as blatant. Maybe those who are placed in high positions are Ukrainians themselves, except that their assets are all in the UK and US.

There are many of such ’naked officials’ within the European Union!

But the EU, after all, is just a political and economic union, not a sovereign state.

They are basically a conglorate ford by contributions, ant to coordinate the distribution of resources within Europe, so hiring so non-EU professionals is normal.

However, it’s not normal for a sovereign state like Ukraine to have so many such naked officials.

This situation indicates that the UK and US are no longer satisfied with controlling the country through compradors.

They send their people directly, and without the need to provide too much financial assistance, as long as those people reach the right positions, they can use their authority to spend Ukraine’s money to do their bidding.

The so-called ’networking’ that the English promised to Fishing Pole probably involves such people!

These people, being new with no troops, need middlen familiar with Eastern European customs the most for assistance.

But using those old sly dogs for this kind of job is useless; a half-baked one like Fishing Pole ets their needs perfectly because he is truly daring for money.

And what’s particularly ridiculous is, even if such matters were investigated, no one could do anything to the UK and US. The current Ukrainian president is their person; those inserted will definitely have taken legal and legitimate paths.

Mountain Eagle, looking at the audacious ’Fishing Pole,’ couldn’t help but give a thumbs up and said, "I have to admit I underestimated you before.

Tell , what resources do you have that make you think you can take over Great White Shark’s network?

To my knowledge, Great White Shark does assassin brokering, and you do rcenary brokering; your lines of business don’t overlap."

Fishing Pole carefully glanced at Mountain Eagle and said, "Great White Shark has a network covering the prisons in Ukraine and Russia...

Apart from a few prisons, Great White Shark can freely enter and exit most prisons on both sides.

She trains assassins there while also using loopholes in prison managent to kill so inmates for profit."

As he spoke, Fishing Pole looked at Mountain Eagle’s narrowed eyes, swallowed, and said, "I’m not in the assassin business, I just want that prison network."

This way, I can recruit people through the prison at any ti and send them to the front line.

I’m familiar with Chechen and Serbian rcenaries, but they’re not particularly obedient. I need a place where I can recruit people long-term.

Soone is already doing this, making a very good profit, which is why I would..."

After listening, Mountain Eagle pondered for a mont and then said, "What would Mario gain?"

...

"Do you betray your souls for drug trafficking?"

Sofia sat in front of a hospital bed in a small apartnt room, looking out at the view outside the small apartnt through the window beside the bed...

"Why betray ? You could have just talked to directly if you had other ideas."

Matthias ca out from the next room, took off the gloves on his hands, glanced at Sofia, whose eyes lacked focus, then at the old man on the bed who had stopped breathing. He shook his head and said, "It’s all done. We can go now..."

Sofia did not hurry to stand up; she leaned on the bed rail, watching the deceased old man, and with a slightly sorrowful tone, she said, "Matthias, how much money can you make a year?"

Matthias, with his elite gentleman style, frowned and said, "That’s a trade secret..."

Sofia shook her head slightly and said, "You’re a top assassin, so you could probably earn 800,000 to 1 million Euros a year, maybe even more if you’re lucky enough to co across a couple of naive rich guys.

But I’m sure your middleman won’t give you all the good deals...

Do you know how much I can make in a year?"

Matthias frowned at Sofia and said sternly, "That has nothing to do with ..."

Sofia seemingly didn’t care what Matthias said; she leaned on the bed rail, extending her hand forward to bathe it in the sunlight coming through the window...

"I can make around 5 million Euros a year. I use all this money to maintain the Milosevic family business.

I promised my father to take care of his old buddies...

But why aren’t they satisfied?

Just because I forbid them from dealing with drugs?"

Matthias looked at Sofia’s pale face. He hesitated for a mont and said, "You blocked their way to wealth!"

Sofia was taken aback, stood up, looked at the dead old man and kissed the liver spots on his forehead, then turned to Matthias and said, "You’re right, I blocked their way to wealth!

From the day I banned Mario from selling drugs to the prison, they have been planning..."

While speaking, Sofia turned to look at Matthias and said with a smile, "There are a few more houses that need your services..."

Matthias could certainly be considered a battle-hardened expert, but the oppressive atmosphere oozing from Sofia made him very uncomfortable.

He picked up his briefcase, avoided Sofia’s big eyes, and nodded, "Then we should hurry...

Mountain Eagle has already started heading towards Moscow City. I think you don’t need to co with , just give the addresses and nas."

Sofia shook her head and said, "No, I want to ask them face to face..."

Saying this, Sofia walked towards the front door. Passing another room, she saw a middle-aged man lying dead inside, and a middle-aged woman and a little girl, both bound to chairs with tape over their mouths...

Sofia stood at the door for a few seconds, then walked in, bent down to kiss the little girl on her forehead and said, "I’m sorry..."

The woman beside her looked at Sofia in despair, sobbing and shaking her head vigorously...

Sofia’s pale face showed a smile and said, "Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. Stay quiet until the evening, and I’ll call the police to rescue you.

Mario has done wrong, the Milosevic family is finished.

If you want to live, take your child and leave Russia quickly."

Sofia looked towards the bedside table with a smile, "There is a safe there, the code is 521016, inside there is so cash and a few passports.

Too bad your husband invested all his money in the drug business, that money is gone."

The middle-aged woman was stunned, shook her head vigorously, and motioned Sofia to let her speak...

Sofia looked into her eyes until she cald down, then reached out and peeled off the tape on her mouth...

"Sofia, Mario set up the th lab in the old factory..."

Sofia heard this, nodded slightly, and said, "I know, I had guessed it already!"

Then she stuck the tape back on, patted the tear-stained little girl’s head, and said, "Grow up to be a good person!"

...

"Do I look like a bad guy?"

Mountain Eagle playfully looked at Fishing Pole, who was pleading incessantly. He laughed and said, "I don’t want the little profits you turned over. If you can survive in the end, just donate so money to an orphanage every year..."

Fishing Pole nodded desperately and said, "I promise, I promise..."

Mountain Eagle, looking at Fishing Pole eager to live, smiled and said, "I know you’re anxious, but don’t hurry..."