Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 83: The Little Sister of the Old Gun Club

Marta seed very dissatisfied with Mountain Eagle’s evasive actions, glancing at the bandage on his body, she said, "A real tough guy wouldn’t be unable to pick up a gun over a minor injury..."

Mountain Eagle didn’t care about a young girl’s contempt, he smiled and nodded, "Indeed, no other way, maybe next ti..."

After hearing this, Marta looked a bit disappointed, shook her head and didn’t pursue further. Instead, she went over to the side of the vehicle and grabbed the handle of a suitcase, trying with all her might to pull it out.

Unexpectedly to Marta, Mountain Eagle’s suitcase was much heavier than she anticipated...

After tugging the suitcase down from the vehicle several tis, Marta held the suitcase in both hands to feel its weight, curiously saying, "What’s inside this?"

Mountain Eagle had an injury on his right ribs, so it was inconvenient to use his right arm to exert force. He extended his left hand to pull another suitcase down from the vehicle, then placed a box of whiskey on it, laughing, "Inside are two guns and so bullets I bought in Bangkok...

It’s a bit heavy, let handle it."

Upon hearing that guns were inside the suitcase, Marta, while pulling the suitcase, asked interestedly, "What kind of guns?"

Mountain Eagle had closed the vehicle door and followed her, chatting while walking, "A CZ75 Phantom, and a Benelli M2..."

Hearing this, Marta once again lifted the suitcase, curiously asking, "How many bullets are in this case?"

Mountain Eagle thought for a mont and said, "I forget the exact amount, should be around a thousand rounds or so. The owner who sold the guns ntioned that competition-grade bullets are not easy to get in Thailand, so I got a bit extra."

Marta, upon hearing this, exclaid with delight, "I have a competition this afternoon, could you lend so bullets?

I use a CZ75 Phantom, too. I saved a year’s salary to buy it. Could you show your gun later?

I’ve always been sowhat dissatisfied with mine; I feel the trigger pull is a bit heavy, and the magazines I bought aren’t of great quality either..."

Seeing the girl a bit downcast, Mountain Eagle was amused by the sowhat overfamiliar girl and laughed, nodding, "I have spare magazines. Try them later and if they fit, I can give you a few..."

Upon hearing this, Marta cheered joyfully, hastening her steps while greeting people she encountered, ushering Mountain Eagle into the shooting range and up to the second floor. She swiped a card to open a tal door and led Mountain Eagle to the door of a room...

Marta took out a key to open the door, pointing towards the other side of the hallway while opening it, "Over there is the storage, entry requires a swipe card, and there’s a sensor at the door. Don’t wander over there if it’s not necessary."

While saying this, Marta pushed open the room door, revealing a small, cramped single room, "This was arranged by Mi Lu for you; he said you won’t be staying here long, so I didn’t prepare too much stuff..."

Mountain Eagle dragged his suitcase into a room that could be described as ’empty’...

A small room, 3 ters by 3 ters, with an en suite bathroom, and an antiquated ceiling fan overhead.

Apart from a bed, a wardrobe, a writing desk, and a chair, there were no other pieces of furniture in the room.

Aside from being a bit spartan, the room had surprisingly good lighting...

Mountain Eagle set his things down, walked over to the desk, and looked through the window at the crowd walking and socializing on the grass field of the range outside, as if attending a garden party. Smiling, he said, "It’s nice here, I like it!"

Marta, straining a bit, lifted the suitcase up onto the desk, her face full of anticipation, "Can I see your guns?"

Mountain Eagle smiled and nodded, unlocking the combination lock on the suitcase, and after flipping it open, he revealed the guns and bullets inside...

On either side of the case, there was a pistol on one side and a shotgun on the other. Mountain Eagle specifically requested two large pieces of foam from Caiman, carving out suitable shapes to store the guns and ammunition.

Marta showed no interest in the M2; her eyes glead as she observed Mountain Eagle’s CZ75 Phantom. With his permission, she carefully reached out and lifted the pistol...

After slipping out the magazine and checking the chamber, she fondly handled it for a bit, then cocked the hamr to try the trigger pull...

Mountain Eagle’s CZ75 wasn’t modified to competition standards; the trigger’s pull weight was slightly heavier than competition pistols, but it felt more substantial.

After feeling the trigger, Marta looked at Mountain Eagle excitedly, "Where was this gun custom made?"

The trigger is very comfortable, and the sights have been adjusted, wow, the safety and catch have been modified too, even the magazine is high-end stuff..."

Mountain Eagle observed for a while and found that Marta was very familiar with firearms and her actions were quite professional. He smiled, opened his suitcase, and while organizing his daily necessities, said, "Both of these guns were bought in Bangkok, the guy who modified them is called Caiman...

Apart from the high price, I think everything else is pretty good!"

"Caiman? Caiman..."

Marta looked at Mountain Eagle in surprise and said, "You’re saying the person who modified these two firearms is Caiman?

The vice-chairman of the Thailand IPSC Competition Committee, Caiman?"

Mountain Eagle shrugged and said, "I’m not sure if he is the vice-chairman of the IPSC, but it’s true that he owns a very special gun shop."

As Mountain Eagle looked at Marta who was showing a face full of envy, he curiously said, "There’s no need, you seem to have so connection with Blood Fox, and Mi Lu runs a shooting range. If you really wanted a good gun, couldn’t they sort it out?"

Marta’s expression dimd after hearing this, then she put the gun back and picked up a bullet, feeling it with her index finger, and said, "I am Ukrainian, Blood Fox and Mi Lu were my grandfather’s comrades-in-arms, my father ran into so trouble...

Blood Fox brought here, I don’t want to continue to trouble them, I want to work..."

Mountain Eagle looked at Marta whose expression was sowhat gloomy, the girl spoke vaguely, but he realized her situation might be a challenge he needed to address in the future...

Marta’s grandfather was Blood Fox’s comrade-in-arms during Arctic Fox’s ti, and after Marta’s father ran into trouble and was left alone with Marta, Blood Fox, managing the retired affairs of Arctic Fox, stepped in to bring Marta to Thailand.

The kind of trouble that would leave only Marta in her family, and ultimately force a young girl to travel far from ho, must be significant!

This young girl seed to have a sense of pride, preferring to work and save up for what she liked, instead of simply holding out her hand. This resonated well with Mountain Eagle, who had always been self-reliant from a young age!

Looking at the sowhat downhearted Marta, Mountain Eagle thought for a mont, then took out four brand-new magazines and two boxes of ammunition from his suitcase, and said, "These are for you, consider them a gift!

My na is Mountain Eagle, I’m not familiar with this place, so I’m going to need a bit of your cover..."

Marta was taken aback, Mountain Eagle’s gifts were not cheap...

Thailand, in order to control the number of firearms among the public, imposed heavy taxes on the sale of firearms and ammunition.

Ordinary shooting ranges provided reloaded ammunition for tourists, while, at best, cheaper ammunition could be obtained from the military.

And even the cheapest competition-grade pistol bullets in Thailand are around 4 US Dollars each...

Two boxes would cost 800 US Dollars, plus four exquisitely crafted magazines, made this eting gift worth over 1000 US Dollars.

Mountain Eagle was very generous, and he knew all too well the best way to integrate into a new place...

Marta accepted the gift, looking at Mountain Eagle who had a smile on his face, she wrinkled her nose and said, "I will convince Blood Fox to take as an apprentice, and when that happens, I will repay you double for these..."

Mountain Eagle never discouraged anyone’s enthusiasm. He smiled and nodded, saying, "Then go for it..."

After speaking, Mountain Eagle pointed at the door and said, "Could you step out for a mont? I need to change into sothing that will make blend in a little better..."

After hearing this, Marta, holding the sowhat heavy ’gift,’ left the room and closed the door with her foot...

Mountain Eagle took off his sowhat sticky linen shirt and was bending over to put on a Polo shirt when the door was pushed open...

"Rember to bring your gun, no one without a gun is allowed at the gathering..."

Marta, holding the ’gift’ like a hamster and looking at Mountain Eagle, who was shirtless, suddenly felt a bit sheepish, shrank her neck and turned back out of the room...

"Sorry..."