Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 420 - 395 Provocation Up Close2

Old Ruby had lived in Alaska his entire life, he knew he couldn’t withstand the pressure, but the other party’s offer was too low.

And once the campsite was permanently closed, those natives would have to travel hundreds of kiloters just to buy a single screw.

The old fellow ca to Anchorage this ti to procure supplies, planning to make a one-ti purchase of daily necessities for those natives, but unexpectedly he t a rich man who didn’t value money properly...

He rely tried asking, and not only did Mountain Eagle agree to buy the campsite, but he also accepted his other conditions.

Mountain Eagle promised never to sell the campsite to individuals or businesses other than locals, and would also employ Old Ruby and his son to maintain the campsite while upholding the tradition of ’supply transshipnt’ at the campsite.

When Old Ruby was wheeled out of the ER, and had signed the agreent, bursts of applause even rang out throughout the room.

Mountain Eagle, a typically dislikeable rich man, suddenly found himself unexpectedly receiving so affection from the locals at this mont.

Mountain Eagle didn’t even know if the spot he impulsively bought was a ’conflict’ point in the Black Fox Plan?

But he didn’t care at all, because a love for land and wilderness is ingrained in every Chinese, and to him, acquiring more land is never a loss.

He always had a thought in his mind, which is to find an opportunity to take his wife and son with him, maybe in two years or maybe three, as long as there’s a chance he would be eager to try...

By then, he would stay in Thailand with his child during winter, and visit Alaska during sumr.

As Mountain Eagle was leaving the hospital, he was still fantasizing about one day taking his son out hunting and fishing, to let him experience a life completely different from city children.

However, as he reached the parking lot, he heard Balang leaning on the car window and yelling in a direction...

When Mountain Eagle instinctively pulled out his gun and rushed over, he saw two old n guarding a group of oddly dressed gangsters, standing there with distorted faces.

Seeing Mountain Eagle appear, Old Qiao swallowed back the swear words that had slipped to his lips, then squeezed out a dry smile and said, "I’ve thought about it, and since I took the job, I should be responsible to my client.

Not fully understanding the needs of the client was my mistake, we should talk about the service fee again..."

Mountain Eagle was stunned for a mont, then suddenly smiled happily and spread his hands, saying, "What’s there to talk about? You set the price, I didn’t negotiate."

The muscles on Old Qiao’s old face twitched a few tis, he took a deep breath and said, "You bought too much stuff, transporting those goods to Old Ruby’s campsite will cost nearly one hundred thousand US Dollars.

From now on, Quida and I ensure your safety, you..."

Mountain Eagle had never intended to make things difficult for Old Qiao, nor did he expect that the transportation costs in Alaska would be this exorbitant.

Seeing the old man looking particularly aggrieved, Mountain Eagle chuckled and said, "I will definitely take care of the transportation costs, but forget about protecting ..."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle looked down at the oddly dressed gangsters lying on the ground, he shook his head and said, "I’m not worried about this sort..."

Quiada, an old fisherman who had never spoken to Mountain Eagle before, stepped on one gangster’s ankle, then pointed to a few cars outside the parking lot, and said gravely, "You should be worried!

You are carrying millions worth of gold on you, spent over a hundred thousand in stores, and now you spent three hundred thousand more on a campsite...

To so people, you are a walking ATM!

You are in big trouble!"

Quiada, an Indian with greasy long hair, possibly due to the latitude of Alaska, didn’t have the reddish-brown skin tone Mountain Eagle associated with Indians.

In terms of skin color and facial features, Quiada was closer to the Mongoloid race, Mountain Eagle even thought this guy looked sowhat familiar...

Hearing Quiada’s warning, Mountain Eagle followed his direction and saw several cars parked outside the hospital, a group of clearly aggressive guys watching from through the car windows.

Confronted by that threatening stare, Mountain Eagle simply shook his head nonchalantly...

Before, he hadn’t had a particularly clear idea or logic, but from the mont he signed that land sale contract, he had gained a very clear idea.

Previously he was rely a passerby, now he wanted to plant his flag and stake a claim, to maximize the profits from the money he had spent!

Spending money is a ans, and so is fighting...

Seeing Quida’s impatient expression, Mountain Eagle smiled and said, "I’ve always known being a ’rich person’ is a very dangerous identity...

And if you want to maintain your wealth for a long ti, you need to beco a respected rich person.

Do you know how a rich person can be respected?"

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle walked towards the side of the road, raising a finger...

"To be respected, first, people must believe that your wealth can benefit those around you, and the most important point..."

Mountain Eagle walked within two ters of a car, then slid his right thumb across his throat and made a throat-slitting gesture towards a tattooed thug...

Watching the tattooed thug impulsively try to open the car door and rush out, but being held back by his companions...

Mountain Eagle shook his head in disappointnt, turned to look at the approaching Old Qiao and Quida, and smiled, "When trouble cos knocking, I’ll prove that I am the real trouble!"

Then, Mountain Eagle waved at Sheriff Redick in the distance, then shrugged at Quida, "That’s my secret to being respected...

I’m a kind-hearted person, but these greedy bastards just happen to fulfill my needs!"

After hearing this, Quida exchanged a look with Old Qiao, saying, "This guy’s crazy, you’ve brought big trouble..."

Old Qiao pinched the bridge of his nose in agony and said, "This is a very wealthy ’big trouble’!"

Saying this, Old Qiao glimpsed soone in a nearby car flashing a gun, he stepped forward and opened his coat to reveal his M1911, shouting at the restless gangsters, "Scram..."

Old Qiao’s act made the gangsters even more restive, several particularly impulsive ones pushed the car door open, stood by the roadside and lifted their coats to reveal pistols at their waists, and began yelling and provoking...

Butcher drew his gun and took up a position in front of Mountain Eagle imdiately, the clever Daria flipped out from the car with the newly bought UMP45 and joined Butcher, aiming her gun at the provoking gangsters.

Balang jumped down from the car, stuffed his leash into Mountain Eagle’s hand, then bared his teeth and growled at a few gangsters, as if he would charge at them if Mountain Eagle didn’t hold him back...

Mountain Eagle, seeing the clearly intimidated gangsters, disappointedly shook his head, gave them a thumbs up then turned it downwards...

Watching a few young gangsters angrily pacing back and forth on the sidewalk like bulls, but never daring to cross the line...

Mountain Eagle shook his head, looked up at the rooftop across the street, then patted Butcher on the shoulder and said, "Let’s go, these guys don’t even qualify to be our targets."

......

As Mountain Eagle and his group drove away, on the rooftop opposite the hospital, a man in a designer suit, yet with several glaring gold teeth, pressed sothing similar to a nose snuff bottle against his nostril and took a hard sniff...

"Hiss..."

Seconds later, like after urinating, the man shivered coldly, worked his sowhat itchy nose and mouth, then suddenly grabbed a subordinate by the neck with a fierce expression and said, "Notify our people, don’t let that guy return to the hotel!

Bring him back to , I want to see what’s so special about this out-of-towner!"