Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 228: The Magical Housekeeping Service Company

Chapter 228: Chapter 228: The Magical Housekeeping Service Company

At the doorstep of room 1108, four dead bodies were scattered all over...

Anna was confronting a middle-aged man. Just as he reached out to strangle her, the door to the opposite room opened, and the gentlemanly Assassin Matthias shot the middle-aged man’s head through with a bullet.

The Butchers couldn’t see outside, so they were acting with extreme caution.

Mountain Eagle feared a misunderstanding that could lead to accidental injury. When someone knocked on the room door, he quickly waved his hands saying, "Don’t move, it’s not aimed at us..."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle gestured for everyone to step back and then stuck to the wall to turn the doorknob himself.

When Anna stepped into the room, the Butchers on both sides were taken aback...

Seeing Mountain Eagle frown at the bodies by the doorway and Matthias across the hall, Anna spread her hands and said, "My boss wanted to entrust the negotiation entirely to me, but my colleagues weren’t pleased with that, so some conflict occurred."

Mountain Eagle holstered his gun and walked to the doorway, looking down at the bodies and asked, "I only heard one shot. These were your Bodyguards, who killed them?"

Anna’s expression was complicated as she replied, "They weren’t my Bodyguards, but the men my colleague had arranged to be around me."

Continuing, Anna looked at Mountain Eagle’s puzzled face and shrugged, "When you work for a company, you can’t just hire your own Bodyguards. These Bodyguards were assigned to me by the company’s field team, and this man was the head of the field team. He was supposed to be responsible for the negotiation with you, but now it looks like I’m the only option..."

Mountain Eagle looked at Anna’s ruthlessness in disbelief and pressed, "Who exactly killed these four Bodyguards?"

As Anna was about to speak, the handsome Matthias across knocked lightly on the door, then placed his hand near his stomach and pointed next door with his index finger...

In the neighboring room, twin blondes wearing lace nightgowns peeked out. The one with the MP7 submachine gun waved at Mountain Eagle, while the other blew a kiss with her left hand.

Mountain Eagle understood when he saw the MP7. In the well-soundproofed hotel, the sound of an MP7 fitted with a suppressor and firing subsonic bullets was indeed inaudible behind the thick wooden door.

The suppressed M9 pistol used by Matthias across made a louder noise.

But at this moment, guns weren’t the most important thing...

The two bare-blondes caused even Mountain Eagle to daydream for a moment...

Both girls were beautiful, at least a score of 9 after make-up, with a height of at least 175cm, curvy and long-legged, their chests seemingly enhanced with both technology and strenuous effort, making them exceptionally perky.

And even barefoot on the floor, they always stood on tiptoe as if wearing high heels, which made their calves look especially slender and their posture remarkably upright.

The short lace nightgowns didn’t cover much, and every little gesture threatened to reveal tantalizing flashes of golden hair.

What man wouldn’t be confused at that sight?

Mountain Eagle thought if he were one of the Bodyguards, coming here with Anna and suddenly greeted by such girls opening the door, it would only be natural to have a system crash due to a lapse in alertness, and getting shot would be well-deserved.

Mountain Eagle couldn’t help but swallow as he saw the girls greeting him, then with a slight smile waved, "How about coming in for a drink..."

Just as one of the girls was about to accept the invitation with pleasure, Anna coughed loudly, gave the two sirens a fierce look, then waved her hand in front of Mountain Eagle, drawing his gaze away from the girls, and said, "They are here to protect Mr. Snowden, just like Matthias."

Watching the girls retreat back into the room with faces of guilt and regret, Mountain Eagle chuckled, "Having them to protect Snowden doesn’t make it easy for the poor fella to live a long life."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle nodded in recognition to Matthias across the hall, greeted the fellow he had a coincidence with, then pointed to the bodies on the ground, "What now?"

Anna took out her phone to send a text message, then waved her hand, "I’ve booked the entire 11th floor of the Four Seasons Hotel, all surveillance here has been cut off. I will handle these bodies, I have something very important to discuss with you..."

Anna clearly had everything arranged in advance...

As she spoke, not far off, the elevator pinged...

Both elevators opened simultaneously, and six women dressed in hotel cleaner uniforms, led by an older man dressed neatly but with a mean face, pushed three luggage carts over.

Mountain Eagle thought they were Anna’s subordinates, but to his surprise, the man with the mean face approached Anna, actually producing a laundry contract similar to that of a dry cleaner for her to sign, and then with a stern face held up a payment terminal for her to swipe her card.

After Anna paid with her card, those in hotel cleaner uniforms sprang into action like clockwork.

A chubby woman wrapped the head wounds of several bodies in tape to prevent brain tissue from spilling out while they were moved.

Two other women began packing the bodies...

While the bodies still retained warmth and the muscles weren’t yet stiff, the women expertly trussed them up into fetal curled positions...

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Following that, a slender woman hung a compact pulley assembly above the luggage cart, then attached a steel cable with a hook to the rope on the corpse, and effortlessly hoisted the heavy corpse onto the luggage cart.

At this time, the fat woman with the tape opened a large suitcase and, like a crane operator, directed the slender woman to slowly lower the corpse.

After several adjustments, the tall and strong bodyguard was neatly packaged. After closing the suitcase, he lay quietly on the luggage cart.

While the packer was busy, the others were not idle...

A woman with obvious Tajik features squeezed out a smile at Mountain Eagle, gestured for him to step aside a little, and then sprayed a foaming cleaning agent on the blood-stained carpet, before kneeling down and vigorously scrubbing the carpet with a brush.

Another one with an ultraviolet flashlight meticulously searched for bloodstains on the wall, marking each with a sticky note...

Anna called out to Mountain Eagle several times, but he ignored her, now utterly stunned by the industrial precision of the operation.

Is there really such a business?

The stern-faced old man was obviously the foreman; after taking Anna’s money, he stood in an unobtrusive position, arms crossed, overseeing the work of those women, seemingly oblivious to everyone else in the room.

Mountain Eagle rejected Anna’s call for the third time. After watching the packers finish boxing up the third corpse, he curiously said to the stern old man, "Do you have a business card?

If I buy a house, I’ll definitely hire you guys to clean it."

The stern old man was taken aback for a moment, then his face actually broke into a formulaic smile, and he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Mountain Eagle...

"Mr. Mountain Eagle, you’re a celebrity now, Vladimir Housekeeping Service Company is pleased to offer you our services!"

Mountain Eagle found the old man a bit informal, but upon examining the business card, he was surprised to find that it really read ’Vladimir Housekeeping Service Company’...

The back of the card clearly listed the services: cleaning $2500/person/day, caretaking for the elderly and children $2500/person/day, cooking $5000/person/day, gardening and maintenance $5000/person/day...

Mountain Eagle looked at the hard-working packers, then back at the card which seemed anything but serious, and curiously asked, "How much do you charge for handling the current situation?"

The stern old man treated Mountain Eagle with respect, seriously and patiently saying, "Cleaning work is $2500 per person, 6 people, that’s $15,000.

Cooking work is $5000 per person, 5 people, that’s $25,000.

Gardening and maintenance require one person, which is also $5000.

That’s a total of $45,000!"

"Wait a moment..."

Mountain Eagle raised his hand and said, "I understand cleaning, and I can probably guess that maintenance is fixing bullet holes or something, but what’s this cooking about?"

The stern old man said with restraint, "Miss Anna requested that the bodies be disposed of cleanly, so we need to send the bodies to be burned to ashes and then find a place to dump them."

Mountain Eagle swallowed and said, "That’s at most barbecuing; what does it have to do with cooking?"

The stern old man spread his hands and said, "Not all places have convenient means to incinerate bodies. In places that lack such facilities, steaming the bodies to destroy DNA and then dissolving them in acid is a necessary measure.

People in our industry usually call such practitioners Corpse Cookers..."

"FUCK, you guys are real professionals, but I reckon my house won’t be needing your services..."

The stern old man shook his head slightly and said, "Sir, we are a licensed and legitimate housekeeping service company. If you convert your dollars into rubles, these are the official prices of our services.

Rest assured, our service personnel are rigorously trained and guaranteed to rejuvenate your home."

Upon hearing this, Mountain Eagle let out a dry laugh and said, "No thanks, I don’t have a house in Moscow..."

The stern old man, clearly keen on cultivating a new client, said smilingly, "Sir, we have branches in St. Petersburg, Novosibirsk, Yekaterinburg, and Kazan...

If you encounter similar problems within Russia, just give me a call, and areas within a 5-hour drive of these large cities are within our range of service."

Listening to this, Mountain Eagle couldn’t help but give the old man a thumbs up—total professionalism!

Watching the female cleaners skillfully pack up the bodies and then carry out meticulous cleaning of the surroundings, Mountain Eagle smacked his lips in admiration, bid farewell to the stern old man, and returned to Butcher, saying, "See, these people are the real professionals.

People with ideas, even if they clean for a living, they earn more than being a mercenary!"

Butcher spread his hands, a bit helplessly saying, "Those who can afford to have these people handle the scene, they certainly aren’t spending their own money.

If I knew such people, I wouldn’t have ended up retired without ever having sat in an office."

Anna was already getting a bit impatient. She walked over and closed the door, looked into Mountain Eagles’s eyes and said, "Can you hurry up? I need to give my boss some good news, or else I’m going to be in trouble..."