Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 576 - 538: Taking the Blame for Someone Else

Inside the Beachfront Apartnt...

Tiffany paced back and forth anxiously in the living room, the news broadcast from the TV making her jittery.

A large-scale gang shootout had occurred at the Topanaga State Park, and reporters were unable to penetrate the police cordon to film inside the apartnt complex.

The spokesperson for the Los Angeles Police Departnt, with a solemn face, told reporters that this was a gang firefight, with very heavy casualties on both sides, then emphasized that the Los Angeles Police Departnt would step up efforts against gang activities.

Tiffany looked at the smoke on the mountain, which had not yet completely dissipated, and said with concern, "There's still no news from the boss..."

Daria opened a delicate lunch box, took a few condints out of a small box on the side, and pondered how to eat this upscale takeout...

Tiffany looked at Daria's indifferent expression, walked over, and heavily sat on the sofa, saying, "Hey, I'm talking to you..."

Daria glanced at Tiffany and pushed a few still-closed lunch boxes toward her, saying, "Could you help figure out the best way to heat these up?

They're all from a Michelin-star restaurant; I spent hundreds, it would be a pity if they weren't ward up properly."

Tiffany was stunned for a mont and said, "Aren't you worried about the boss at all?"

Daria, referring to the instruction manual, poured two condints into the lunch box and then stirred with a fork...

Sniffing the aroma, Daria smiled contentedly and said, "If the boss were in trouble, the area would have been cordoned off by the FBI or the Departnt of Holand Security, not by the police!

Don't you understand that the boss is facing huge dangers, but at the sa ti, he is also very important!"

Daria glanced at Tiffany's wound that had already been bandaged, then looked down on the coffee table for a bit, and pushed a box of salad and a box of pasta in front of Tiffany...

"You can only eat these, and rember to take an antibiotic before bed; I don't feel like taking care of you if you get feverish and fall ill."

Tiffany, looking at Daria's calm deanor, spread her hands and said, "Hey, I'm discussing the boss here..."

Daria nodded seriously and said, "Keeping you healthy is in the boss's best interest!"

Upon hearing this, Tiffany got up irritably, scratched her head with force, and said discontentedly, "You're not even listening to what I'm saying..."

Just as Tiffany was loudly complaining, the apartnt's door was pushed open...

Seeing Mountain Eagle walk in with his clothes all dirty, Daria sprang up and trotted to his side, handed him a wet towel, and said with a smile, "Boss, you're back...

Do you want to eat first or take a shower?"

Mountain Eagle wiped his face with the cold towel, glanced at the delicately piled lunch boxes on the coffee table, and said with a smile, "I'll go take a shower first, and then eat!"

Saying this, Mountain Eagle looked down at his suit pants, observed a small hole, and said sowhat helplessly, "An outfit like this costs forty thousand, and it only lasted one day...

Call tomorrow and ask if I can just buy trousers; if not, I might as well go to battle in sportswear like the Big Russian Gang, it's too wasteful!"

Daria nodded and said, "No problem, I'll handle the clothes issue, you go take a shower first..."

Tiffany, looking utterly dumbfounded at Daria, said, "Do you have any dignity left at all? Do you realize what you looked like just now?"

Daria glanced at Tiffany with contempt, and said, "Like a qualified assistant!"

Daria walked over to the coffee table, picked up a few lunch boxes to stack up, and took them to the dining room to start heating with the microwave...

Watching Tiffany staring blankly at her salad and pasta, Daria scoffed and said, "I don't know what kind of dignity you're talking about?

All I know is that my boss doesn't need sucking his d*ck, doesn't need to wear sexy lingerie at work for his convenience anyti he needs to solve his physiological needs.

Even though I wouldn't mind, but this feeling is also good!

Now, by just doing my job, I can get enough salary and bonuses.

What's your definition of dignity?

Having the boss treat you like a man, ignore your sensitive insecurities, respect your behavioral preferences, care for your fragile ego?

You have so many demands; why don't you beco a boss?

If you offer sufficient salary, there will be people willing to satisfy those demands!"

Tiffany really couldn't stand Daria's brazen attitude, but what she just said was indeed in defense of Daria...

Being an offspring of the Arctic Fox, whose father was a legendary sniper and quite wealthy, she couldn't understand Daria's behavior, feeling that it was disgraceful for a capable woman to do such things!

The difference in upbringing and principles prevented Tiffany from understanding Daria...

What she needed was a sense of achievent and honor, whereas Daria sought security and dependency!

Little did she expect that her kindness would be t with a stinging rebuttal!

Just as Tiffany was about to retort, the apartnt door was knocked on again...

Tiffany forcefully opened the door and saw her own father and the flirtatious Bajao, Eddie, standing at the threshold.

Seeing her father's shoes caked with mud, Tiffany was taken aback and then realized, saying, "The boss sought you out after getting out of the car?

He had planned it all along, setting up an ambush in the State Park!"

Cal embraced his daughter and then placed his hands on Tiffany's shoulders, looking her up and down with satisfaction, "Tiffany, you've been doing great recently!

Have you found any joy by Mountain Eagle's side?"

Tiffany, annoyed, dodged the embrace of the sleazy uncle Eddie and then looked at her own father with displeasure and said, "Oh, so both father and daughter have to work for him now?

Is your wound healed, and you're already out fighting with people?

Tell , how many people did you kill today, just like when you held and told stories when I was a child, so I can clap my hands and cheer for you?"

Cal, as the father, kept retreating from the confrontation. He sighed and said, "Tiffany, if you're unhappy about sothing, you can tell directly, I will definitely tell you..."

"Fuck..."

Tiffany muttered a swear word under her breath, then grumbled, "Why am I unhappy?

I fucking know what he's doing, but I completely don't understand why he has to do it?

You know, this past week, I've even started to doubt if I'm a fool!

I feel like no matter what I say or do is wrong, no, the reality is that no one listens to , I'm more like a botherso idiot."

Cal hugged the sowhat emotional Tiffany, sighed and said, "Do you know what Mountain Eagle said about you?"

"I don't want to know..."

Tiffany's words were decisive, but her gaze couldn't hide anything from her own father.

Cal pulled her into the kitchen, found a bottle of whiskey and poured two glasses...

He handed one glass of whiskey to Tiffany, then finished his own in one gulp and poured another...

"Mountain Eagle said you are proud, stubborn, strong, kind, responsible; he said you were a born leader, said you are the absolute core of the future Arctic Fox Rescue Team!"

Tiffany incredulously said, "He said that about ?"

Cal chuckled and said, "That's roughly what he ant..."

Then Cal pulled the about-to-blow Tiffany and said, "Okay, he also ntioned so of your flaws, but those are not significant, after all no one is perfect, right?"

Tiffany looked at her father with displeasure and said, "So what exactly did he say? Do you think he's right?"

Cal took a sip of whiskey, stroked his beard on his chin, hesitated for a mont and said, "He said you're very sensitive, even overly sensitive...

He said you always see yourself as a man, and sotis even neglect your own gender, then interpret others' care as condescension.

He said you're obstinate, that you've defined an environnt that's not suitable for you as your comfort zone, and stubbornly stick to your habits, instinctively resisting all change.

He said if you don't change your personality, even if you get promoted to a high position in HRT, you'll just roll back to the training ground, taking steroids and turning yourself into a freak..."

Saying this, Cal looked at Tiffany whose eyes were brimming with tears, pointed to Mountain Eagle who walked out of the room in his big shorts and said, "It's all his words, I'm just relaying them!

Of course, I don't believe it!

But Eddie told this guy has a keen eye for people, so I thought maybe tell you about it, perhaps you could understand sothing... Google seaʀᴄh novel_fіre

Of course, if you want to punch him, I'll definitely be on your side!"

Daria slapped away Eddie's hand reaching towards the lunch box, disdainfully glancing at Cal who showed no trace of his tough-guy style...

This guy had seed mature and fierce when in Thailand, exuding a cowboy deanor which greatly impressed the young girl Marta...

But facing his own daughter, where was any hint of his toughness?

Seeing Tiffany, the fierce fem, shed tears, Cal was so distressed that he shivered. Daria rolled her eyes and shook her head saying, "Your daddy definitely missed a point...

You're selfish and self-absorbed, you don't listen to anything said by those close to you, and you're used to projecting problems onto them, as if that makes you seem mature...

Usually, this kind of situation only happens in people around 14 to 20 years old, looks like you're seriously ill!"

After Daria finished speaking, she ignored Tiffany's angry gaze, took the heated food out of the microwave, and with a smile, brought it to Mountain Eagle...

Mountain Eagle, smacking his lips, looked at Cal giving him aningful glances, took a fork and picked up a piece of sautéed scallop, put it in his mouth and facing Tiffany's gaze, sighed and said, "I don't even know what happened?

Shall we eat sothing first?

Cal and Eddie have been running around all day and are very tired, and downstairs there's still a sniper that can hit a person's head 1.5 kiloters away, they need to conserve so energy..."

As Mountain Eagle spoke, he seed to suddenly rember sothing. He slapped his forehead and said to Tiffany, "Right, you should rest early tonight, and tomorrow go to the Los Angeles Police Departnt to check up on the situation with the Replacer..."

Upon hearing this, Cal said with dissatisfaction, "Hey, is Tiffany injured?"

Mountain Eagle frowned and said, "Just an arm injury, it's already stitched up...

Tiffany is the Commander I'm most optimistic about, she will lead the strongest team to complete missions that even the Arctic Fox cannot, would she not work just because of a little injury?

She's going to be the savior of all you old farts, I won't allow you to keep treating her as a babygirl!"

As Cal wanted to argue, Eddie, rolling his eyes, pulled him back...

Eddie pushed Cal's chin and made him look at his own daughter, then whispered, "Talking about coaxing won, you old thing are far behind..."

Cal looked at Tiffany, whose tears had not yet dried, yet a smile appeared on her face, and her back involuntarily straightened confidently...

He frowned and looked at Mountain Eagle eating, and then at his daughter whose emotions had been stirred...

"Shit..."