Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 179: Surprise Attack

Chapter 179: Chapter 179: Surprise Attack

Mountain Eagle arrived at the Autopsy Center by car when it was already midnight...

The body of the male thief had been brought in 10 hours earlier, but the autopsy had not started until the body of the female thief was also delivered.

Because the forensic doctor had left at 4 pm!

Luckily, Mountain Eagle did not need the autopsy report; he just wanted to inspect the body.

Selena was left in the car to take care of the child, while Mountain Eagle entered the Moscow forensic center with Sergei’s assistance.

This was his first time here...

Following Sergei through the corridors of the forensic center, they then descended the stairs on the east side to the morgue downstairs...

Mountain Eagle noticed the goosebumps on Sergei’s arm and jokingly said, "Are you scared?

An intelligence agent actually afraid of the morgue?"

The word "afraid," in old Russians’ terms, is as damaging as saying "can you handle it" back home...

Sergei almost instantly bristled, a bit annoyed and said, "No, there’s just a bit of discomfort due to the significant temperature difference between inside and outside."

Mountain Eagle did not expose the hard-mouthed Sergei because a guy in a white coat suddenly appeared at the stairwell...

Sergei was visibly startled and muttered a few annoyed curses under his breath before pushing past a tall and thin middle-aged man with a somewhat sleazy look and waved Mountain Eagle over, saying, "Follow..."

"There are some management issues here; it took this guy a very long time to find the man’s body."

As Mountain Eagle passed by the tall and thin middle-aged man, he noticed the man’s nervous expression and quickly caught up with Sergei, whispering, "Why do I feel that there’s something weird going on, is there something I don’t know about?

The man’s body should have been brought in this afternoon; there’s no reason a fresh body should be hard to find..."

Sergei hesitated for a moment, then pushed open the doors to the morgue and pointed to the body on the autopsy table, saying, "Some things were missing from the body so they didn’t want me to see it before the autopsy."

After hearing this, Mountain Eagle took another look at the tall and thin middle-aged man before walking over to the body and after circling it, was surprised to find that the body had been tampered with...

Looking at the incision near the knee and the crude sutures, he frowned and said, "Someone stole the guy’s ligaments...

FUCK, people here are stealing things off the bodies."

Sergei spoke with an awkward expression, "It’s quite normal; a usable set of anterior cruciate ligaments can sell for around 4000 US dollars on the black market.

For some bastards, fresh bodies are a treasure trove for making money!"

Saying this, Sergei glared at the tall and thin middle-aged man, with a somewhat disappointed tone, he said, "This guy used to be my classmate at the training center, and now he’s turned into this..."

Mountain Eagle nodded in realization, and upon viewing the tall and thin man again, his gaze turned frosty...

The tall and thin middle-aged man very unnaturally avoided Mountain Eagle’s gaze, saying to Sergei, "Hey, you promised you would help us keep it a secret."

Sergei glared at the tall and thin middle-aged man, then said to Mountain Eagle, "This kind of thing is not within my jurisdiction..."

Mountain Eagle deeply abhorred human trafficking and organ trade because these evils happened to living people.

As for body trading, he still had a certain degree of tolerance...

No longer looking at the tall and thin middle-aged man, Mountain Eagle grabbed the arm of the body to inspect it, then found a similar tattoo in the same location.

After taking a picture with his phone, he looked at the knife wound on the male thief’s neck and asked, "Have you found their identities?"

Sergei watched as Mountain Eagle placed the arm of the body back in its original position, he pursed his lips and said, "I’ve found their passport information...

The man is called André Miller, and the woman is called Jin Miller. Their passports show they are from Azerbaijan, but I think their passports are likely fake, because they only have entry information from Moscow to Thailand, with no prior information.

I suspect that they got their passports in Moscow, then used them to travel to Thailand, and then took the same flight here with Schneider."

Mountain Eagle spread his hands out and said, "Is that it?"

Sergei said helplessly, "I’ve asked some friends to compare through Interpol’s database, but it takes time to compare information, and the soonest we can get news is around noon tomorrow."

Just as Mountain Eagle was about to comment on Sergei’s work efficiency, the tall and thin middle-aged man who had been waiting by their side suddenly spoke up, "He is a Gypsy, and the woman who was just brought along is also a Gypsy.

They have the same tattoo markings inside their lips, which might be helpful to you..."

Mountain Eagle was startled for a moment, curiously glancing at the tall and thin middle-aged man, then leaned over to lift the corpse’s lower lip and found indeed a mark similar to a barcode inside...

With the new discovery, Mountain Eagle became curious. He turned back to look at the tall and thin middle-aged man and asked, "How did you discover this?"

The tall and thin middle-aged man shrunken his neck with a sleazy shrug, "I occasionally examine the oral cavity of the bodies..."

Sergei looked at Mountain Eagle, not quite understanding, and said in a deep voice, "This guy is one of the worst at the Autopsy Center, which is why he’s stuck working the night shift.

He’s looking for stuff like gold teeth..."

Upon hearing this, the tall, thin middle-aged man expressed some dissatisfaction, "Who says? Working the night shift was my own choice...

About half of the bodies here are ones nobody wishes to claim, and they’re left for us to deal with.

If those people can take away valuable parts to sell for money, why can’t I make a little extra for myself?

I was a top student back in my day, but look at me now. Dealing with corpses every day is one thing, but I’m f**king struggling even to support my family..."

After listening, Sergei snickered and said, "Anton, if you had dumped that drug-addicted girlfriend of yours, I guarantee your life would be much more respectable."

Upon hearing this, Anton, the tall and thin middle-aged man, had a bitter expression, "She overdosed last month, fell into the river while cycling, and drowned.

It wasn’t until I saw her corpse that I realized that besides those memories, she also left me a debt to the mafia."

Anton looked around at the cold surroundings and said with a wry smile, "Otherwise, why do you think I’d volunteer for the night shift, then go through the corpses’ mouths?"

Mountain Eagle, uninterested in this pitiful love story, took out his phone to snap a photo of a tattoo on the lower lip of a corpse, then looking at Anton, he said, "Is the tattoo on that woman’s lips the same as this man’s?"

Anton shook his head, "Not quite, but a few years back, I performed an autopsy on a corpse that had been shot by a gang, and I saw a similar mark on that body.

A police friend told me at the time it’s a hallmark of an international Gypsy crime organization.

These people roam around Europe year-round committing theft, and many famous thefts over the past decade are tied to them."

Mountain Eagle glanced at Sergei after hearing this and said, "Look it up..."

After speaking, Mountain Eagle walked over to Anton, pulling out a stack of about 200 US dollars and stuffing it into Anton’s hands, "Leave me your number, in case I need to consult you for something in the future."

Anton looked at Sergei and asked, "You’re not going to report me, right?"

Sergei, unsure why Mountain Eagle was interested in Anton, said impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense; we don’t have time to deal with you, but you better watch yourself and stop doing those despicable deeds."

Anton let out a sigh of relief and pulled out his phone to give his number while saying, "If I don’t do this, should I wait for the mafia to chop off my fingers?"

Mountain Eagle pulled Sergei, who was about to sneer, aside and said, "Let’s go..."

Then, looking at Anton, he said with a smile, "You’re technically skilled; there are still opportunities for you to make money..."

Anton spread his hands and asked, "What do you think I could do?"

Mountain Eagle shrugged and said as he walked out, "I don’t know, if I think of something, I’ll call you."

Sergei didn’t understand Mountain Eagle’s approach, clearly disgusted with Anton just minutes ago, and now suddenly changing his attitude...

Mountain Eagle could sense Sergei’s confusion but had no intention to explain.

Anton was a son of a bitch who stole gold teeth from corpses, but it cost nothing to be on good terms with him.

His life was a tragedy, but he clearly had outstanding forensic expertise, meticulous work habits, and a strong memory.

Such a person didn’t need to become a friend, but a good relationship could be useful in the future.

Especially when such a person has a stain, or rather leverage, on him, if there’s a real need for him, as long as the reward is right, he certainly won’t refuse.

As they were heading upstairs, Sergei was about to say something when they heard the sound of a car horn from a nearby parking lot...

Mountain Eagle and Sergei exchanged looks and dashed out of the forensic building, only to see several young Russian men in Adidas tracksuits waving clubs and beating the car where Selena was.

Upon seeing this, Sergei roared and drew his gun to rush over...

A kick sent a bald young man with a Nazi tattoo on his neck folding backwards heavily onto the ground, vomiting bitter fluids.

Then the tall Sergei was about to take down one or two more of these dazed youngsters when a bullet hit his chest...

Sergei, about to exert force, shuddered, shouting at Mountain Eagle, "Be careful..."

Mountain Eagle, wearing only slacks and a dress shirt, saw several armed men emerge from a few black sedans a dozen meters away...

While running towards the support column at the entrance of the forensic center for cover, he forcefully pulled a zipper on his tactical backpack, quickly converting the tactical backpack into a bulletproof tactical vest.

He yanked the AK-105 from his chest, unfolded the stock, and Mountain Eagle swiftly peeked out to fire half a magazine at those gunmen...

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

He had dragged Selena and Sergei all over the place under the pretext of investigating a male and female thief duo, just for this moment...

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