Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 194 Strange Nightclub

Chapter 194: Chapter 194 Strange Nightclub

Moscow’s "Troitsky Administrative District," a newly established administrative region planned in recent years.

Each administrative district of Moscow has its own local characteristics, historical relics, natural landscapes, and the most important, industry and housing.

The creation of the Troitsky Administrative District was to alleviate the increasing population pressure in Moscow, and to assist the old districts in infrastructure transformation to relocate the population to the outskirts.

Because this place is a bit distant from the traditional administrative districts, the population is not yet dense, but with modern infrastructure catching up, it has attracted some investments to establish factories and the like here.

The Songgai Brothers Association, a younger gang in Moscow, chose not to collide with the established gangs and opted to set up their headquarters in the central area of the Troitsky District.

Mountain Eagle and his team arrived at their target location by seven o’clock in the evening...

Looking at the desolate streets with few people, but outside a four-story building, there are dozens of cars parked, and men keep arriving by various means of transport...

Whenever they approach the entrance of the building, a few scantily clad girls would dart out from the side alleys and enthusiastically lead them into the building.

Knowing what kind of business the Songgai Brothers Association is doing, but this place doesn’t quite look like a brothel, it’s more like a nightclub.

However, Mountain Eagle had really never seen a nightclub that starts its business at seven o’clock.

While Mountain Eagle was observing the building, Pigeon and Butcher, who had gone out, came back carrying two large paper bags.

They opened the car door, got in, and Pigeon placed one of the paper bags on the glove compartment of the front seat, smiling, "I came across a hot dog stand on the way, and I thought everyone must be getting hungry, so I bought some over.

They’re still hot, boss, have it while it’s warm!"

With that, Pigeon thoughtfully took out a bottle of Kvas and then unscrewed a can of pickles and placed them on the glove compartment.

Mountain Eagle was indeed a bit hungry. He took out a hot dog as thick as a child’s arm, wrapped in cling film, from the paper bag...

Looking at such a big thing, Mountain Eagle couldn’t help but shake his head and forcefully tore open the hot dog. After taking a bite for himself, he passed the other half to Pirate, who was responsible for driving...

"I can’t eat too much as we’ll be taking action soon."

Mountain Eagle spoke while chewing on the slightly charred sausage, and he exclaimed in surprise, "This is my first time eating a hot dog in Russia, and it actually tastes pretty good...

I heard that Wagner’s Pulijin started his fortune by selling hot dogs, didn’t expect it to actually have some special features."

Pigeon, being particularly warm towards Mountain Eagle due to his daughter’s situation, laughed and said, "Try eating it with the pickles, it will taste even better."

Mountain Eagle obligingly took out a finger-thick pickle and bit into it. The crisp and tangy cucumber matched with the slightly greasy hot dog sausage, how to put it...

When hungry, this thing is a delicacy!

After taking a couple of bites, Mountain Eagle said to Pigeon, "It’s really good, thanks for the recommendation."

Pigeon rubbed his hands together, took a big bite of the hefty hot dog, and then while chewing, he said, "Boss, we’ve checked out the front and back.

The building only has two entrances and exits. The windows on the first, second, and third floors are all sealed, only the fourth floor has windows that can be opened.

We don’t know if Songail’s boss Oleg is inside, but the neighboring businesses said his car is here."

Mountain Eagle nodded slightly after hearing this, and said, "People from the factory shouldn’t have had time to phone in their grieving, it’s only been a bit over an hour, a boss is supposed to stay at headquarters waiting for the news."

While saying this, Mountain Eagle took another bite of his hot dog, smiled with a muffled voice, "Everyone, hurry up and eat a bit, then let’s go in."

In just about a minute of Mountain Eagle talking to Pigeon, Butcher had already wolfed down a hot dog nearly 30 centimeters long.

He took a swig of Kvas to wash it down, then wiping his mouth, he said, "There are a lot of people inside the building, what do we do this time?

We don’t know Oleg’s exact location, if a fight breaks out, it’s easy to cause a stampede and accidental injuries."

Mountain Eagle couldn’t tell Butcher that as soon as he enters the building, he could clearly detect the inner structure.

After thinking for a moment, Mountain Eagle said, "We’ll first catch an informant, do a quick interrogation to confirm Oleg’s location, and then we’ll just burst in.

We’re pressed for time, but as long as we’re fast enough, the other side won’t have time to react."

After hearing this, Butcher pursed his lips and nodded, "Behind the building, let’s figure out how to draw out the guards..."

Mountain Eagle nodded and said, "Eat up, once we finish, we’ll move out.

I’m still a bit curious about this nightclub, which nightclub opens its doors while it’s still light outside?"

The four Russian Brave Soldiers quickly finished their hot dogs, and Pirate started the car and drove around to the rear road of the building.

The infrastructure of this street is well done, but it is desolate. Apart from a small supermarket opposite the building and a hotel with a lit sign, all other shops along the street haven’t been rented out.

As the vehicle entered the street, Mountain Eagle saw several homeless-looking people lying by the trash cans on the roadside.

Occasionally a few women in ultra-short skirts would appear in the motel, passing by the homeless without giving them a glance and heading straight for the back door of the building. They handed some money over to a big baldy with tattoos all over his face, exchanged it for some drugs, then walked into the dark alley between the small building and the adjacent construction.

As the car passed by the alley, Mountain Eagle saw that it was packed with a dozen or so women, four or five of whom were standing in slightly brighter areas on the opposite side. Whenever someone approached the front door of the building, they would go out to accost the newcomers and invite them into the building. The rest were sitting on small stools waiting.

One woman who had just gotten her drugs seemed too impatient to wait. She pulled out a pipe specifically made for smoking meth from the corner and began to skillfully manipulate it...

Soon, she was lost in a hallucinatory state, sliding off the stool as her ultra-short skirt rose to her waist, exposing her bare lower body.

She was completely unaware of her state, and the women around her seemed to find it normal, not caring about her as she convulsed on the ground.

"Has drug abuse in Russia reached this extent?"

Pirate parked the van about 30 meters away from the back door of the building. Hearing Mountain Eagle’s confusion, he shook his head and said, "Quite normal, you’d know if you looked around the brothels controlled by the gangs. Apart from differences in dress and asking price, everything else is much the same.

These drug-addicted women are beyond saving!

But one thing about them is better; they’re older and sick, even the gangs despise them, so they only take a bit of protection money. Those controlled by the gangs are the real tragedy."

As Pirate glanced at the surveillance camera above the back door, he spoke in a low voice: "There’s a camera above the back door; any movement there and the people inside will know immediately."

At that moment, Mountain Eagle had used Golden Cicada to detect the interior situation behind the back door...

Coincidentally, just inside the back door to the left was the gang members’ rest area and drug distribution room, and to the right was the security monitoring room.

Apart from the two muscular men guarding the entrance, most of the gang members inside did not carry guns, their weapons were all stored in the cabinet in the security room.

Mountain Eagle thought for a few seconds, put on a coat over himself, zipped it up to cover his tactical vest...

Seeing Pirate looking at him with a strange expression, Mountain Eagle dug out a Ruger Silent Pistol and two magazines from his backpack and stuffed them into the pockets of his coat.

"I’ll go in, and you follow 10 seconds later..."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle smiled at Pirate, who wanted to say something but hesitated, "Don’t worry, this is exactly what I do best, I’ve been doing this kind of work almost my whole life."

Pirate instinctively looked back at Butcher and finding that his own boss also remained silent, turned off the engine, then picked up the AKS74U, nodding firmly: "10 seconds..."

Mountain Eagle liked the decisiveness of these men...

The target was right there; it was impossible to take it down without alerting anyone, so the most direct approach was chosen, of course.

The only potential problem was collateral damage, but Mountain Eagle was confident he could control the adverse effects.

Butcher and the others didn’t know, but after raising their concerns beforehand and still choosing to trust Mountain Eagle, it showed that Mountain Eagle’s command had a higher priority over their own worries.

This is what Mountain Eagle wanted!

A team that constantly asked questions and had endless problems, even if they were from Delta, Mountain Eagle wouldn’t want them.

Butcher and his team’s performance was just right!

Sufficiently cautious, sufficiently cold, sufficiently compliant!

Mountain Eagle nodded in satisfaction and said, "Pigeon, stay outside on guard, remember, once inside, anyone with a gun is an enemy, take them down first then sort out the rest."

Having said that, Mountain Eagle forcefully opened the van door, put on a black cap after getting out, lowered the brim, put his hands in his pockets, and quickly walked towards the back door of the building.

Passing by the dark alley, Mountain Eagle took another look at the women, who were now neither human nor ghost, and shook his head slightly as he quickly stepped up to the side of the small building’s back door, rapping on the metal door...

When the peephole in the door was opened, Mountain Eagle flipped the middle finger at a bald, tattoo-faced bruiser inside and cursed, "You drug-dealing maggots will get what’s coming eventually..."

After that, Mountain Eagle bent down to pick up a stone from the ground and awkwardly threw it toward a Prius parked by the roadside...

Seeing Mountain Eagle, a Chinese, not only cursing but daring to smash his car, the gang member inside angrily opened the door, drew his dagger, ready to teach this reckless prick a lesson.

But as they pushed the door and stepped out, Mountain Eagle suddenly turned around, pulling his scarf up over his nose, and firing with his right hand...

"Pop pop, pop pop," the bullets from the Ruger Silent Pistol precisely hit the two gang members’ heads...

The soft noise was drowned out by the noisy interior of the building, so much so that even their few steps away companions didn’t notice.

Mountain Eagle, stepping forward briskly before the two could fall, grabbed the third gang member and before he could cry out, pressed the gun under his chin and fired.

"Pop"

The bullet poured into his brain from under the chin, creating an inconspicuous bulge in his skull, rendering the gang member motionless...

Mountain Eagle looked back at the back door, now impossible to close because of the bodies of the dead gangsters, grinned, and pushed the bulky gang member a few steps forward, looking at a few guys sitting on the bench smoking...

"Holle..."

"Pop pop..."