Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 155: The Identity of the Boss

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: The Identity of the Boss

Mountain Eagle was sympathetic towards Tom’s plight, yet he found Yellow Teeth Old Ghost exceedingly annoying...

Hua Country men generally have a bit of a martial arts complex, valuing loyalty whether they can live up to it or not; it is considered the most basic quality of manhood in the hearts of most Hua Country men.

Betraying one’s own people, especially those who maliciously murder their own mother, do not deserve to live.

Looking at Old Ghost feigning confusion, Mountain Eagle pulled out a Ruger Silent Pistol and shot him in the shoulder...

The Ruger wasn’t very powerful. The .22 caliber bullet pierced the skin, entered the joint, shattered some bone, and then lodged inside.

The intense pain made Old Ghost shudder like he was electrocuted, his body trembling and jerking non-stop in the chair.

"Ah..."

Watching Old Ghost’s non-stop wailing, Mountain Eagle waved his hand in front of him and asked, "Where is your boss Carlos?"

Caught in agony, Old Ghost couldn’t make out what Mountain Eagle was asking; he could only keep screaming...

"You’re a dead man, the Replacer will kill you, kill everyone related to you, you’re a dead man..."

Mountain Eagle frowned at the stubborn Old Ghost, looked around, found an old military dagger on the big table, then took the Iron Hammer from the hands of the dead strongman...

Then, with Old Ghost’s horrified gaze upon him, he walked to his side, inserted the military dagger into the wound made by the bullet, and smashed it twice with the Iron Hammer, driving the blade along the crevice of the bone.

Immense pain engulfed Old Ghost’s entire body, and he screamed, wetting his pants...

The massive pain made him forget to breathe to the point that his old face turned red, the veins on his neck writhing like earthworms, as if they might burst at any moment.

Mountain Eagle didn’t have the time to waste with Old Ghost. He grabbed a chair, sat in front of him, slightly turned the military dagger with his left hand, and while watching Old Ghost’s distorted expression, he asked in a deep voice, "Who hired you to carry out the assassination at the hospital?

How does the Replacer operate?

How did you buy off so many police officers?

Where is your boss Carlos?"

Knowing he was doomed, Old Ghost grimaced painfully, revealing his bloodstained teeth, and screamed crazily, "I’m doomed, why should I tell you?

My boss will avenge me, go to hell..."

Hearing this, Mountain Eagle let go of the military dagger’s handle, stroked his chin, and looked at Old Ghost, who now resembled minced meat...

Encountering such a somewhat brainy bastard, simple pain torture wasn’t very effective.

Mountain Eagle’s crude methods were of little use now...

Looking into Old Ghost’s eyes, Mountain Eagle hesitated for a moment before raising the Iron Hammer again and smashed it onto Old Ghost’s knee, shattering it into several pieces...

Then, ignoring Old Ghost’s screams and curses, he continued to smash his other knee...

Seeing Old Ghost roaring and passing out, Mountain Eagle stood up, untied the restraint on his right leg, lifted the leg, and propped it on the chair he was sitting on...

Tom, looking at Mountain Eagle covering Old Ghost’s leg with a mass of Thai Baht, said in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Mountain Eagle pulled out a lighter, ignited the banknotes, and said with a sneer, "Have you ever seen burning paper money?

Hua Country people usually burn paper money for the ancestors, but I think it’s also fine to burn it for the living..."

Tom watched Old Ghost regain consciousness amid the burning, frantically shaking his thigh, trying to get his uncontrollable lower leg away from the flames. Looking at the burning Thai Baht, he said with pity, "There’s so much that can be burned here..."

Mountain Eagle ignored Old Ghost’s wailing, lifted his leg back onto the fire pile in the chair, and said with a laugh, "Burning any random thing doesn’t demonstrate my resolve..."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle watched Old Ghost scream as he rescued his lower leg from the fire. He cheerfully tossed a handful of Thai Baht into the flames to intensify the fire. Then, under Old Ghost’s panicked gaze, he lifted the lower leg and said, "You are indeed doomed. I’m not bargaining with you. Answer my questions, and I’ll grant you a swift end.

If you don’t talk, I’ll use the money to roast you inch by inch."

Old Ghost, in pain, flailed his right leg, but the shattered knee joint acted like a swivel, preventing him from freeing his lower leg from Mountain Eagle’s grip...

"You’re a cop, you can’t do this..."

Having heard this, Mountain Eagle glanced down, removed the badge from his tactical vest, and put it into his pocket, saying, "Not anymore...

I don’t care about money, I don’t care about your life, I don’t even care if you will answer my questions, because I don’t have much time to waste on you.

If you don’t talk, I’ll just wait for the next person to replace you. Someone will answer my questions."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle threw Old Ghost’s lower leg back into the fire, causing him to once again flail in horror and scream as he saved his leg from the flames...

Actually, the heat generated by burning banknotes is limited; the surface of Old Ghost’s skin was charred, but it hadn’t reached the level of severe burn. However, the damage caused by fear is much more intense than physical harm.

Old Ghost wasn’t really tough; what he said before was actually setting conditions...

If Mountain Eagle had the time, he could have used gentler methods to deal with him, but does he have that luxury of United States time?

Watching the twisted expression on Old Ghost’s face, Mountain Eagle placed his hands on his knees and looked into his eyes, speaking in a deep voice, "You’re definitely going to die, because many policemen died last night...

The only choice you have is how you’ll die!

Is it to be swiftly killed by my single shot, or to preview the torments of Hell before you die?"

As he said this, Mountain Eagle looked at Old Ghost’s twitching facial muscles and sneered, "Don’t put on that act of being unyielding in death...

Replacers are but a pack of wolf cubs; the core of Wolf Pack culture is the willingness to do whatever it takes to feed themselves, even if it means killing the leading wolf when necessary.

Buddy, you’re about to die, and your boss will find a replacement to take your place, and then continue on with his wonderful life."

Mountain Eagle’s words finally got through to Old Ghost...

Indeed, Replacers advocate a wolfish culture. They take kids selected from the slums and raise them into wolf cubs devoid of any sense of right and wrong, then they push constant internal competition to weed out the weak, and the ones left are the Assassins they want.

The stabbings by Replacers never care about the technique; they exploit these wolf cubs’ reckless courage to take every opportunity to strike forcefully...

Because these Replacers are simply not worth much!

Tom has been favored by the boss for his rare technical prowess, due to training from a young age.

This old guy framed Tom because he was worried about being replaced by him.

All companies that talk about a Wolf Pack culture have no notion of comradeship.

Those companies that want wolf-like employees but also expect loyalty are purely aiming to shear the big, foolish labor crops.

If you ever encounter a company that preaches a wolf-like culture but requires clocking in for work, you can spit thick phlegm in their boss’ face and call him a big fool, because what they really want isn’t wolves, but hormone-crazed dogs that will eat anything, even shit...

Real wolves need to eat meat!

When hunting, everyone is united, but it’s normal to fight over meat and climbing the ranks is a common occurrence.

The normal police interrogation process should mean Old Ghost staunchly denies everything, and then his boss finds a way to bail him out.

Holding onto secrets for a chance at survival!

But Mountain Eagle skipped all the normal process and just declared that he was going to die, and soon...

In a situation like Old Ghost’s, keeping secrets for his boss would probably mean his boss wouldn’t even give him a second glance.

As Old Ghost wavered, Mountain Eagle threw more money onto the fire and then grabbed his right leg...

Feeling the burning pain coming again, Old Ghost desperately struggled and cried out, "Enough, I’ll tell you, but you have to swear to make it quick for me..."

Upon hearing this, Mountain Eagle nodded in satisfaction, dropped his limp right leg, then crossed his arms and said, "Speak, I’m listening."

Old Ghost lowered his head to muster strength, and said in a hoarse voice, "The American who hired us to assassinate in the hospital, I don’t know his name. I just know my boss calls him ’Mr. Squid’, he’s a senior consultant at an American company, ’Wilson Strategic Consulting Company.’"

Mountain Eagle nodded slightly and said, "Continue, how does Replacer operate?"

Old Ghost gasped for air and said, "Give me some water..."

Mountain Eagle picked up a bottle of mineral water, walked over, and fed it to Old Ghost...

Old Ghost greedily drank most of the bottle, his spirit slightly revived, and said, "The boss is in charge of taking jobs, I take care of the face-to-face meetings and then arrange for the Assassin to act."

Mountain Eagle listened, frowned, and said, "Is that it?"

Old Ghost nodded and said, "Just like that..."

Mountain Eagle thought for a moment and asked, "Do all your business deals come solely from your boss?"

Old Ghost shook his head and said, "Yes, I live in the car all year round, running around Thailand following the boss’s orders. Every time, the boss arranges the meeting point, and I handle the money exchange with the other party.

After receiving the money, I take a portion out for commission, then send the rest to the accountant to exchange for Gold, and finally deliver the Gold to the boss."

Mountain Eagle pointed inquisitively at the Thai Baht and asked, "Then why wasn’t this money exchanged for Gold?"

Gritting his teeth, Old Ghost grimaced and said, "Because every year before the April Songkran festival, someone will take the money, and then a high-ranking Thai government official will have some nice things for the new year, haha...

You, a small policeman, can’t fight against my boss!"

Mountain Eagle raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you know who takes the money?"

Old Ghost shook his head and said, "I don’t know, I’ve only heard the accountant say that the people who come to take the money each year are different."

Mountain Eagle didn’t continue to probe but switched to another question...

"How does your boss manage to get so many policemen to risk their lives for him? And how does he keep so many murder cases under wraps, away from the Crime Investigation Bureau’s detection?"

At that, Old Ghost let out a chilling laugh similar to that of a night owl and, with eyes void of hope, looked at Mountain Eagle and said, "Because my boss is a man from the Thailand Supreme Prosecutor’s Office..."

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