Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 130: Unlucky Urgency

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Unlucky Urgency

Mountain Eagle was led to a corner of the bar and seated on a sofa...

The design of this bar was quite unique, with a catwalk for fashion shows in the middle...

About 4 meters on either side of the catwalk, a pole was installed, flanked by sets of circular sofas.

Men sitting on the sofas were holding up liquor glasses and enthusiastically throwing bills onto the catwalk, tempting the seductive pole dancers to ’shed their skins’.

If that was all, Mountain Eagle wouldn’t have found anything amiss; it was merely a higher-end strip club.

However, beyond the main stage performances, the rest of the areas were split into zones for pairs or individuals.

Those who came in pairs would go to the paired area, those alone to the singles area...

In front of the spacious sofas were round coffee tables, in the center of each a pole was inserted.

At the spots already taken by customers, dancers embraced the pole offering individual services, their movements dictated by tips and customer requests.

Mountain Eagle wasn’t inexperienced; he had been to a similar bar in Czech during a business trip.

Those who had been there knew you could direct the dancers with money, but you weren’t allowed to touch.

Even if you requested a lap dance, the dancer had to take the initiative; any attempt to touch her could lead to a complaint and you’d be thrown out by the bar’s security.

Of course, having been there only once, Mountain Eagle was skeptical about how stringent those rules were.

But things were completely different here; there seemed to be no rules at all.

As Mountain Eagle waited for his drink, the light above a single booth a few meters away suddenly went out, casting the area into darkness and soon after, heavy panting could be heard...

The strong scent of marijuana mixed with the odd smell of hormones filled the surrounding air.

At this point, no matter how appealing the dancers on stage, Mountain Eagle had tagged this place as low-grade.

Because overt display of fleshly desire was cheap, even the most popular performers from the island country could only earn a modest living.

Feeling like sitting on pins and needles and a thorn in his back, that was how Mountain Eagle felt right now!

The girl who had shown Mountain Eagle to his seat quickly came over with a tray...

Due to the lighting, Mountain Eagle couldn’t see clearly, but as the girl bent down to place the drinks on the coffee table, he realized she was bare up top and practically bare below unless one pulled apart her buttocks to find a slender thong...

As the girl’s buttocks passed in front of Mountain Eagle, he noticed she had put on a pair of stilettos at least 15 centimeters high...

The high heels further accentuated her already slender legs, and the specialized lighting hit her not-so-fair skin, evoking an involuntary impression that this girl seemed quite enticing.

Unfortunately, Mountain Eagle had no basic desires left, as the surroundings suppressed his lust to a minimum.

Just as the girl turned around to hand him a bottle of beer and then tried to place his free hand on her chest, Eddie finally showed up...

The old fart smacked the girl’s buttocks hard, and as she let out a yelp, he stuffed a few bills into the string of her underwear...

Seeing Mountain Eagle’s not-so-pleasant face, Eddie spread his hands and said, "If I’m interrupting you, you can keep going, our matter is not that urgent."

With that said, Eddie pointed to a button to the right of Mountain Eagle’s sofa, smiling and saying, "That can control the lights in this area, and can also make it dark here.

Beyond five meters you can’t see anything, quite thrilling, right?"

Mountain Eagle stood up, gave the girl two thousand Thai Baht, then said to Eddie, "Let’s find the person and get out of here..."

Eddie glanced at the visibly disappointed girl and laughed heartily, "Kid, if you ever go broke, you can make a living here.

This chick has fallen for you!"

Mountain Eagle watched as the girl’s expression shifted abruptly from disappointment to a tender longing, though the transition was sudden and her acting mediocre, her professional ethics were exemplary...

It took another thousand yuan before the girl put away the act, and Mountain Eagle glared at Eddie, "Did you find the person or not?"

"Find who? I just came to use the restroom..."

Saying so, Eddie, seeing Mountain Eagle was clearly getting impatient, smiled and pointed towards the back of the bar, "Follow me, there’s someone in the back..."

Mountain Eagle followed Eddie around the eye-straining booths, quickly arriving at the backstage entrance.

A tall, burly, tattooed Russian bouncer stood at the door, countless slippery dancers going in and out, the man looking as if he saw none of it.

As Eddie approached the entrance, he folded a one hundred dollar bill into a small piece, and while shaking hands, slipped the bill to the tattooed bouncer...

The bouncer paused for a second, then resumed his statue-like stance, allowing Eddie and Mountain Eagle to enter backstage.

Mountain Eagle had thought the back was a place for dancers to rest, but to his surprise, upon entering, it turned out to be a different world altogether...

A T-shaped junction where the dancers turned left into the rest area, while on the right was a long corridor with several large private rooms on both sides.

Compared to the chaotic scene outside, this place clearly was of a higher class...

Passing by one of the private rooms, Mountain Eagle unexpectedly discovered that the people inside were not fooling around with women but were gambling and doing drugs.

A huge betting table was set up in the room, with seven or eight soldiers dressed in US Army uniforms laughing uproariously while gambling, and in the corner against the wall were several glass apparatuses used for smoking meth, with a few soldiers drugging up while embracing women.

"FUCK, what kind of place is this?"

After hearing this, Eddie looked at Mountain Eagle, who was making a fuss, and chuckled, "This is Big Russian Gang’s territory, and it’s the most thrilling spot in Pattaya."

Mountain Eagle nodded in agreement, "Indeed, gambling in Thailand is definitely more thrilling than doing drugs!

The boss here is really daring; right downstairs is the tourist area..."

Eddie laughed heartily, "If you knew how much money this place makes a day, you’d understand why they manage to keep it open."

Mountain Eagle didn’t need to guess to know that the main revenue here came from the gambling tables in these private rooms, not the striptease stage outside.

Thailand’s gambling ban is much stricter than the drug ban, and whatever is prohibited becomes more expensive...

Eddie led Mountain Eagle to the end of the corridor, turned, and pushed open a door on the right...

Compared to the other rooms, this one was particularly quiet, with only six or seven potbelly-haired guys wearing casual clothes seated on the sofas, holding beers in one hand and raising betting slips in their other hands, occasionally cheering in step with the football game on TV.

As Eddie entered the room, a team in red jerseys scored a touchdown on the TV.

A potbelly-haired guy with an eight-character mustache jumped up as if he’d won a championship, threw a series of punches into the air, then slapped the tabletop bell forcefully, loudly calling for a round of drinks for everyone.

The newcomers, Eddie and Mountain Eagle, didn’t seem to matter to them...

Those who won cheered loudly, those who lost hugged their heads in long sighs, then drowned their sorrows in a few extra drinks from the winners.

The atmosphere wasn’t too lively; Eddie pulled Mountain Eagle to sit on a sofa, slapped a stack of US Dollars on the coffee table, and then gestured to a well-suited Caucasian guy next to the TV...

The Caucasian guy, oozing with elite air, came over respectfully, with a slight nod and a reserved posture that had a flavor of old money, and said, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

Eddie looked at the handsome face of the Caucasian guy and said with a grin, "Get me a bottle of champagne; when the loan sharks come to deal with you guys later, I want to pop it and have a drink."

The Caucasian guy was taken aback, chuckled awkwardly, and said, "Sir, I don’t know what you’re talking about..."

Eddie pushed the money on the coffee table forward and said, "You and your partner borrowed usurious loans for the gambling room you’ve contracted for a week’s time, and today at 12 PM, the lease will expire...

I bet you don’t have the cash to pay back the loan nor the money to renew the lease, so the Big Russian Gang won’t protect you."

As he spoke, Eddie looked at Mountain Eagle beside him and chuckled, "Do you think these two guys really graduated from Stanford and Massachusetts Institute of Technology?

Gambling on the United States’ football games in Thailand, what were they thinking?"

Mountain Eagle laughed a bit as he looked at the suddenly pale-faced Caucasian guy. But when he glanced towards the corner of the gambling room, he saw a slightly overweight curly-haired young man with reflections of rapidly flickering images in his glasses—several screens were full of code that Mountain Eagle caught a glimpse of...

Realizing something, Mountain Eagle looked at the daring guy before him and praised, "What were you thinking?

Stealing from the Big Russian Gang has severe consequences!

I’ve seen corpses with hands and feet chopped off left on the roadside in St. Petersburg, and unlucky souls stuffed into oil barrels, cemented, and buried..."

The Caucasian guy was startled, fear flashing across his face, then his eyes involuntarily glanced at the casually dressed US soldiers...

Mountain Eagle grew even more certain of his guess, incredulously remarking, "You think those soldiers can ensure your safety?

Oh, you must be partners..."

As Mountain Eagle gazed at the suddenly silent group of soldiers, he shook his head at Eddie, stood up, and said, "I regret listening to you; such guys aren’t worth my time...

Let’s go, otherwise we might end up splattered with blood later."

Eddie was taken aback and frowned as he glanced at the soldiers watching them closely. After a moment of hesitation, he shook his head in disappointment at the Caucasian guy and said, "I thought if I let you off, you’d learn to be smarter...

Now I regret it. I should have sued you and let you rot in jail; that way, you might not have to die..."

With that, Eddie picked up the cash and stood up, ready to leave the private room...

Just as his hand touched the doorknob, a scar-faced soldier on the inside suddenly pulled out a gun and pointed it at Eddie...

"Nobody leaves..."

After saying that, the guy even produced a radio, spoke a few coded sentences into it, then yelled at the computer, towards the curly-haired, bespectacled man, "How much longer, dammit, how much longer?"