Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 221: The Perverted World I Don’t Understand

Chapter 221: Chapter 221: The Perverted World I Don’t Understand

But this time, Mountain Eagle was mistaken...

Bolonicov, having completely given up resistance, willingly provided the passcode for the door of the secret warehouse when asked, and even took the initiative to offer to show Mountain Eagle around.

Undercover Nikolai, the injured Post Box, and the aging Mi Lu were left to rest at the hangar, while Mountain Eagle and his team escorted Bolonicov across the grass and through the hedges to the farm.

Only two plots remained cultivated in the farmland, with the rest overgrown with weeds.

Pushing open the large barn doors, which had clearly been renovated, Mountain Eagle and his team, led by Bolonicov, made their way deep inside the barn...

Seeing the curious expression on Mountain Eagle’s face, Bolonicov wiped the sweat off his chubby face and pointed to a ring on the ground, saying, "The real warehouse is down below..."

Butcher walked over with a stern face, pushing Bolonicov aside, bent down to pull on the ring, and lifted a solid wood cover. He then turned on a flashlight and walked down the stairs...

Soon lights came on along the sides of the staircase, and Butcher gave out a safe signal.

Mountain Eagle was indeed curious. He gestured to Pigeon to push Bolonicov ahead, while leaving Pirate to guard the entrance. Then he himself followed down.

Descending about a dozen steps, they arrived at a space of approximately ten square meters.

The sudden drop in temperature gave Mountain Eagle goosebumps on his arms, but even more unsettling was the feeling of his fingertips starting to heat up again...

He had experienced this sensation when he last came into contact with ’plutonium’. It had been agonizing and had also made him aware that he had encountered something extremely dangerous.

However, Mountain Eagle didn’t think that Bolonicov would dare to play any tricks at this point...

He loudly signaled to Butcher and the others not to move, and then followed the sensation in his fingertips to locate the source of the dangerous feeling.

Four ammunition boxes piled up in the corner were the culprits!

As the heat in his fingertips reached a certain level and stabilized, Mountain Eagle placed his hand on one of the ammunition boxes...

After about ten minutes, under the puzzled looks of the others, Mountain Eagle opened an ammunition box to see the shells inside. He couldn’t help but curse, then turned around, grabbed Bolonicov by the neck, and yelled, "Explain yourself, what the hell is this?"

With a frightened gaze, Bolonicov stammered, "They are artillery shells Peterlovich asked me to keep. I thought they took up too much space, so I put them outside the safe."

Mountain Eagle grabbed Bolonicov’s collar, pressed his face against the shells, and rubbed it back and forth a few times, revealing a sign that made everyone instinctively step back two paces...

Looking at Bolonicov’s terrified face, Mountain Eagle stepped back a few steps, swearing, "These are nuclear bombs, you idiot, casually placing such dangerous things..."

Bolonicov shook his hands frantically and said, "I didn’t know, I truly didn’t know, I, I..."

Mid-sentence, Bolonicov suddenly clutched his chest with an expression of wide-eyed panic, saying, "I’ve been having health problems recently, could it be because of these..."

Mountain Eagle, seeing Butcher and the others wanting to leave, gestured, "You guys go on out first, and call Sergei to hurry up and bring people over.

I want to see what else this guy’s secret warehouse is storing.

FUCK, the first time I encounter nuclear weapons and it’s here..."

No wonder the old Russians are fearsome!

Mountain Eagle didn’t know about the power of the nuclear artillery shells designed and produced by the Soviet Union, but their casual attitude towards them certainly shocked him.

He didn’t know what Peterlovich intended to do with four nuclear shells, but it was probably just to sell them for money, otherwise, he wouldn’t have entrusted them so carelessly to Bolonicov...

These were one of the most valuable local products that a high official from Russia’s Security Department could get.

But he surely hadn’t found the right buyer yet, hence the storage here for some time.

Based on Mountain Eagle’s understanding of the Big Russians, Peterlovich might have even forgotten about these shells.

How ferocious is that?

Butcher and the others did not leave; instead, they notified Pirate upstairs at the hangar to bring a few yellow hazmat suits that seemed to have a long history, insisting his boss put one on first.

In reality, the Sergeant System had absorbed the nuclear material from the shells and had activated several new options in the production unit that had lit up.

Mountain Eagle couldn’t explain to Butcher and his team, so he just had to honestly don the strange-smelling hazmat suit.

Bolonicov didn’t receive this kind of treatment; his legs were already failing to support his body...

To leave this dreadful place as soon as possible, he managed to press the passcode for the safe’s large door with Butcher’s help...

Butcher, watching Bolonicov fail to turn the safe’s wheel, disdainfully dropped the man and, with the help of Pigeon, forced the wheel to spin and then pulled open the heavy door.

As the safe opened, a chill rushed out...

Mountain Eagle walked in, curious...

On both sides of the outer walls of the vault, there were displays of guns and knives, with various automatic rifles and shotguns, and a few exquisitely crafted knives.

Underneath the weapon display wall was a long table covered in velvet, on which lay various objects.

Watches, pens, cufflinks, glasses, pocket watches, and various jewelry of different values, as well as some cheap toys that clearly belonged to young girls...

Seeing these things, Mountain Eagle’s first thought wasn’t how much money they were worth, but ’serial killer’!

The items on the table were evidently some kind of ’trophy’, something only a serial killer would collect from victims to relive moments of murder.

With this in mind, Mountain Eagle looked back at Bolonicov who had been pushed in and shook his head, "To kill and then keep souvenirs to savor the memory, it seems I’ve been too kind to you before..."

Bolonicov, facing the murderous intent in Mountain Eagle’s eyes, waved his hands vigorously, "It’s not me, I also despise those madmen, but I had no choice.

These items are for someone else to keep..."

Mountain Eagle squinted at Bolonicov, who didn’t seem to be lying, and shook his head, saying, "A serial killer wouldn’t let someone else keep their trophies..."

Bolonicov said with a wry smile, "If there are too many trophies to fit, it’s possible...

These things belong to John Carpin, he’s from the Austrian Carpin family, which runs the largest black market in Eastern Europe.

My business includes investments from the Carpin family, and John Carpin is my biggest investor!

He said he has a little hobby, I couldn’t refuse him..."

As Bolonicov said this, he pointed towards the depths of the vault, and continued, "Not only did he give me the investment, but he also provided me with projects..."

Mountain Eagle didn’t know who John Carpin was, but he was starting to believe what Bolonicov said...

Because those dangerous munitions outside could indeed be connected to the black market!

And a serial killer really shouldn’t have Bolonicov’s demeanor.

Mountain Eagle picked up a beautifully patterned Night Hawk CUSTOM STACK UPGRADE pistol from the wall, checked the magazine, and tucked the pistol into his lower back. Turning to the Butcher beside him, he said, "Remember the name ’John Carpin,’ remind me if I forget...

I’m gonna use this gun to kill him!

Some people just don’t deserve to enjoy this world; their death would be the greatest benefit to this world!"

The Butcher listened, nodded solemnly, and said, "No problem!"

Mountain Eagle nodded and walked deeper into the vault...

What he saw in the innermost part of the vault was a constantly operating ice coffin with a black corpse inside, which had clearly been dead for a long time with most of the body tissue decomposed.

Next to the ice coffin, in the sealed transparent refrigerators, were various human tissues and organ samples.

Mountain Eagle turned back to look at Bolonicov, and said in a deep voice, "Is this what you mean by ’projects’?"

Bolonicov, legs slightly shaky, walked up to the ice coffin, took out a laptop from a cabinet beside it, opened the computer, and then played a video...

"I don’t know if this counts as a project, but John Carpin invested a lot of money in it.

I watch this video every time I come here, otherwise, I’m worried I won’t be able to resist giving up..."

Mountain Eagle listened and frowned towards the computer...

The black-and-white footage was a bit blurry, and the clothes of the people inside were clearly from the style of the 1920s and 30s.

The events in the video took place in Africa, where a very strong black man killed over twenty soldiers dressed in Belgian military uniforms with his bare hands.

Watching the video, the black man took several lacerating wounds on his body and struck an astonished officer’s temple with a punch that visibly deformed the soldier’s head...

Then he grabbed the officer’s saber and cut the last soldier in half with a reverse swing, causing Mountain Eagle to uncontrollably grind his teeth...

That’s fierce!

Finally, the black man charged toward the camera, and then the frame froze on his ferocious expression...

The content of the video was certainly explosive, but Mountain Eagle couldn’t see how it related to a ’project’.

Looking at Bolonicov’s complex expression, it was clear that he had made very limited progress on this so-called project...

"What’s the significance of this?" he asked.

Bolonicov pointed to the deformed corpse in the ice coffin and shook his head, "This is the black man from the video...

John Carpin told me that this guy was just a slave at a Congo plantation when he was young, but one day he suddenly became extremely strong and violent. Witnesses say he had been taking some kind of Witch Medicine for a long time, which made him like that.

My lab is responsible for analyzing the genes of this corpse, looking for what makes him different from ordinary people, hoping to find the secret of his sudden transformation into a Super Soldier."

Mountain Eagle frowned upon hearing this; the black man in the video was indeed powerful, but not unbelievably so...

Looking at Bolonicov, who seemed sincere, Mountain Eagle frowned and said, "Is it necessary? Drugs and hallucinogens can produce a similar effect."

Bolonicov replied with some longing, "But the effects of hallucinogens are temporary, and the burst of strength can cause a lot of damage to the body’s tissues.

This black man not only became strong suddenly but also maintained that state, living to be 102 years old.

Russia once had a Super Soldier project, and even now, some of the presidential bodyguards are using leftover drug combinations from that project to enhance their physique.

But the side effects of those drugs cause irreversible damage to the heart and liver, so their bodies rapidly deteriorate after turning 50.

If I can find a drug that can strengthen people without harming their bodies, then I could..."

Mountain Eagle thought Bolonicov was talking nonsense, because in his understanding, everything came at a cost.

Ordinary people wanted to be strong and healthy, they had to stick with exercise and proper nutrition.

Athletes could reach heights unreachable by ordinary people through rigorous training.

But all this came at a cost: time, effort, and even money - that was the price they had to pay.

Now you’re saying just take some medicine and become strong, what about those American athletes who have asthma and still persist in training?

Their investment in medications is top-notch in the world!

Watching the complex look on Bolonicov’s face, Mountain Eagle shook his head, turned, and signaled to the Butcher and the others to head out...

"Speed up Sergei, it makes me uncomfortable to stay with these bastards for too long!"