Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 550 - 514 Unlucky Jerry

North Hollywood, Los Angeles...

This is the worst area in terms of public safety in the entire Los Angeles, with a higher percentage of violent cris than the Los Angeles City Center.

Jerry, a young black man with dreadlocks, was dropped off at his ho by a police car at 10 o'clock in the morning.

Jerry's ho was in a rundown apartnt community that had been converted from an abandoned factory. The appearance of the police car in the neighborhood filled the pedestrians with a wary look.

Two police officers, under the unfriendly gaze of onlookers, escorted Jerry, who was still reeking of a putrid sll from his jeans, to the front door of his ho.

As they knocked on the door, one police officer kept an alert eye on the end of the corridor...

There stood a skinny, shirtless black youngster with jeans hanging to his knees.

Jerry, who had experienced a terrifying incident the night before, was still not quite back to his senses.

He could feel the doubtful gazes around him and told himself he needed to bravely push past the two police officers and make a clear boundary with them. But the image of the madman with the aura of a wild beast from last night still circled in his mind...

His legs were stiff, shoulders sore, and he kept rubbing the palm of his right hand, because it had once held the eyeball of a companion.

The door was opened by a young girl in a coffee shop uniform...

Seeing Jerry for the first ti, the girl didn't show joy, but instead, she pulled Jerry into the house forcefully as if she had been saved...

"Watch her, don't let her choke on her own vomit!"

With that, the girl looked at the two puzzled police officers, shrugged, and said, "No matter what Jerry did, it's beyond my control. You can leave, or wait until the person inside wakes up."

Daniel, wearing the police uniform, took a peek inside; a black man in boxer shorts was holding a woman in her underwear lying on the couch.

The dirty coffee table was barely visible under syringes and aluminum foil, and there was a large puddle of vomit on the floor. The room was filled with the sll of marijuana.

The girl was indifferent to the police officer's prying eyes. She waved her hand in front of Daniel and said, "Any docunts I need to sign? Hurry up...

I have to go to work; otherwise, those bitches will dock my pay again."

Upon hearing this, Daniel took out a form for the girl to sign. Then he glanced at the skinny youngster at the end of the hallway. He pointed to his own eyes, then to the other person, and provocatively tilted his chin...

After the girl signed, she looked at the slightly strange officer in front of her and frowned, "Don't provoke them..."

Daniel raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are they scary?"

The girl was taken aback, shook her head, and said, "If you co here after midnight, you'll find out if they're scary or not!"

With that, the girl closed the door firmly, ran towards the stairs, and hurried downstairs to go to work.

Daniel glanced at the older police officer who had co with him, shrugged, and said, "It seems that the Los Angeles Police don't have enough deterrent power..."

The older police officer shook his head slightly and said, "Let's go, the police are not welco here!"

After the officers left, the skinny youngster standing at the end of the corridor walked over and knocked loudly on Jerry's door...

When the disheveled Jerry opened the door, the skinny youngster asked rapidly, "What happened last night?"

Jerry said in a low voice, "They are all dead, Johnny, Reagan, Kending, all beaten to death by one person..."

The skinny youngster grabbed Jerry by the collar, made him look at him to make sure he wasn't lying, and then fiercely asked, "Did you say anything to the police?"

Jerry shook his head and said, "No, those officers have no clue about what we do. I lied to them about getting robbed, and then they let go."

The skinny youngster stared into Jerry's eyes for a while to verify his honesty. Then, pushing Jerry hard, he said, "Stay at ho, don't go anywhere..."

After that, the skinny youngster turned and went back to the end of the hallway, taking out his cell phone to send a text ssage.

30 minutes later, Mountain Eagle, wearing a grey bulletproof suit, in a coffee shop in North Hollywood, took three cups of coffee and a bag of donuts from the sweaty, cursing black waiter...

Looking at the waiter's forehead with a few shallow scars, a notch on the left earlobe, and various scars on his arms, Mountain Eagle took a sip of the coffee...

The slightly acidic coffee wasn't to Mountain Eagle's taste, but he still handed over a 20-Dollar tip...

Watching the surprised expression of the waiter, Mountain Eagle smiled and said, "So environnts are not worth adapting to; you gotta run when it's ti!"

With that, Mountain Eagle paid no mind to the waiter's look as if he'd seen a lunatic, grabbed the to-go items, and walked out.

Reaching the passenger side of an A8, he handed in the coffee and donuts, saying with a smile, "The person we're waiting for should arrive soon. Tiffany, co with ; Daria, stay here and watch that girl. After this is over, give her so money to change her situation..."

Daria shook her head and said, "BOSS, you're not the savior!

You can't help everyone, it's unnecessary!"

Mountain Eagle shook his head and said, "I can't help everyone, but I can assist those whose danger is because of my needs.

That girl inside has been abused for a long ti and is still working to earn money by herself. She deserves a new start!"

Saying that, Mountain Eagle watched Tiffany push open the door and get out of the car. He picked up a pair of sunglasses from the front of the passenger seat, put them on, and started walking, saying, "Let's move quickly. That guy nad Jerry has already had enough hardship yesterday, we'll let him suffer less today." Updates are released by novel-fire

Whether it was because she saw her ex-boyfriend or for so other reasons, Tiffany's ntal state and attitude had completely adjusted. She began to take orders from and prioritize Mountain Eagle in everything she said and did...

The two of them walked down the streets littered with trash, and whenever a holess person cast a glance their way, Tiffany would firmly return the look with a warning…

Mountain Eagle looked at the sowhat tense Tiffany, and with a smile showed off the Blancpain watch he had just bought that morning, saying, "What do you think of this watch?

I wore a fake one yesterday and got ridiculed by a jerk, which really irked ."

Tiffany was startled for a mont, then said, "Just because so jerk made fun of you, you rushed to Beverly Hills early in the morning and bought six watches for a total of over a hundred thousand dollars?"

As Tiffany looked at the sowhat proud expression on Mountain Eagle's face, she curiously said, "From what I know of you, you shouldn't be such a superficial person!"

Hearing this, Mountain Eagle replied with a hint of amusent: "You don't understand, it's a man's desire to win!

Besides, I occasionally need to remind those who are watching that I'm still here and doing very well!

What better way to show off how well I'm doing than through spending?"

Tiffany fell silent for a mont, then said, "Throwing a party!"

Taken aback, Mountain Eagle then looked at Tiffany, who had a smile on her face, and said with a laugh, "That's more like it; relax. Although things are not entirely within our grasp, we can still face them with dignity.

Those people only want dead, and dealing with life or death is what I'm best at."

As they walked, Mountain Eagle curiously asked, "What's the situation between you and that Rosa?

With Cal's temper, if soone deceived his daughter, he would have taken a gun and shot the culprit."

With a complicated expression, Tiffany responded, "Three years ago I went to Quantico for training, and Rosa was my instructor.

The guy was pretty good-looking, and he also patiently guided on how to handle the internal competitive selection for HRT.

I followed his advice step by step and then beca the leader of Hamrhead Shark Squadron."

As she spoke, Tiffany glanced at Mountain Eagle who seed to suddenly understand, then sighed and said, "I fell in love with him, and only a few months later did I find out that he had a wife and kids…

The superior who promoted was Rosa's comrade-in-arms; he always knew about Rosa's situation but never ntioned it to .

My superior promoted by treating as a consolation prize for Rosa's failed marriage, making feel like an incompetent whore."

After listening, Mountain Eagle shook his head and said, "Is it possible that you were promoted because you are truly excellent?"

Tiffany shook her head and said, "Boss, you don't understand. HRT is a man's world; they value strength, loyalty, professionalism, fierceness…"

Mountain Eagle, watching Tiffany who always tended to overthink, shook his head and said, "You're wrong then. I can unapologetically say that in every aspect, I am definitely stronger than your superior, even your superior's superior.

In my view, the best soldier should have organizational skills, confidence, toughness, patience, ticulousness, professionalism, etc…

Being strong is good, but strength is not an irreplaceable ability!"

Tiffany froze for a mont, then laughed and said, "Thank you for the comfort…"

Mountain Eagle replied with a smile, "This isn't comfort, it's the truth. I'm still counting on you to work hard for in the future, so I wouldn't try to bluff you with sothing hollow.

The suit you're wearing is off-the-rack yet it's worth 40,000 US dollars. I bet the entire gear of the Hamrhead Shark Squadron in HRT combined isn't worth as much as what you're wearing.

Money may not prove everything, but it certainly can prove a lot…

Your excellence makes you worth it!"

Faced with such a comforting boss, Tiffany couldn't help but smile and say, "So can I also swipe your card to buy things like Daria does?"

Mountain Eagle answered with a laugh, "If you're willing to do her job and also make the boss happy at work every day, then you can too…"

Tiffany recalled Daria's sycophantic deanor and decisively shook her head, "I'm better suited to getting things done with a gun…"

With that, the two arrived at the base of the apartnt building converted from a factory…

Observing two vehicles of the sa model as the van from yesterday parked below, and two guys wearing white T-shirts and baggy jeans standing at the apartnt stairway smoking and keeping watch…

Mountain Eagle tapped his earpiece to activate the radio…

"How many people are on the opposite side?"

Daniel, who had been surveilling from the periter, said, "Six people, two keeping watch at the stairwell, four went upstairs.

Our sniper is in position, ready to cover you at any ti…"

"No need…"

Saying this, Mountain Eagle strode towards the two guards…

As he approached halfway, he noticed the cautious glances thrown by the two guards, and Mountain Eagle opened his arms wide, holding a stack of US dollars, and loudly asked in Spanish, "Hey, buddy, I seem to be lost, can you point in the right direction…"

The two guards hesitated for a mont, their hands on the backs of their waists as Mountain Eagle closed in on them…

Just as one of the guys, who was wearing his cap backwards, realized sothing was amiss, Mountain Eagle's right hand swiftly rose and seemingly nonchalantly pressed the base of his palm against the guy's throat…

After a peculiar crisp noise, Mountain Eagle's right hand swung down forcefully, knocking against the wrist of the other guy who was drawing his gun, imdiately followed by him dropping his shoulder, twisting his waist, and swinging his left arm to deliver a powerful haymaker to his opponent's right jaw…

"Crack…"