Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 258 - 257: Pain

Chapter 258: Chapter 257: Pain

Mountain Eagle thought there would be a fierce battle, but to his surprise, not a single shot was fired by him, and the people inside the small building surrendered.

gunmen from the gang pushed a wheelchair and carried two bodies out of the small building, then knelt down to surrender on the open space in front of the door.

When Mountain Eagle and Sofia arrived at the entrance of the small building, those assassins, as if being led by a seemingly prestigious man with a big beard, saluted Sofia and then quietly left the scene.

This situation made Mountain Eagle feel a bit like being in a movie, but when Sofia spoke to him, the filter in Mountain Eagle’s eyes instantly shattered...

"There are a total of 76 people, I owe them 7.6 million Rubles, and this money needs to be paid by 8 o’clock tonight!"

Mountain Eagle was stunned for a moment and then shook his head in amusement, saying, "It turns out they are just temporary actors..."

Sofia matter-of-factly said, "Not everyone is willing to be an assassin because the risks are very high.

And I’m not capable of gathering so many professional assassins in such a short time.

Among those people, only 15 are real professional assassins, the rest were people who once cooperated with me, helped me finish tasks in prison, or helped others complete tasks.

Most of them now have normal jobs, so they didn’t show up on the assassin list and were unaffected by Mario."

At this point, Mountain Eagle finally began to understand the logic behind Sofia’s assassin brokerage...

The assassin brokerage isn’t just about hanging up a sign and finding assassins to affiliate with and work!

You must have stable business channels to meet the needs of those assassins and turn them into your stable clients.

Sofia uses her prison connections and exploits the circumstantially lenient treatment of villains to find clients, creating a stable source of income.

Most importantly, through the prisons of Eastern Europe, she has built a network of people similar to ’Fishing Pole’ that are highly desirable.

It’s hard to estimate how many contacts she has developed in Eastern European prisons and how many prisoners have trusted her over nearly ten years.

But the fact that she restarted a so-called ’restaurant’ to prove her existence and managed to draw dozens of amateur gunmen indicates the high value of her network.

Not to mention the assassins, those guys coming out of prison probably won’t have a chance to enter office buildings, but lurking in the lower strata of society across various industries is an extremely daunting concept.

If Sofia can spend 100,000 Rubles to have them stand by her, she can also spend more money to make them do even more dangerous things.

Thinking of this, Mountain Eagle could not help but admire this slim woman. Blood Fox said she took over the family’s business before she was 20, boosting a long-term losing family business with her developed assassin business, and eventually became the renowned ’Great White Shark’...

Watching Sofia walk to the front of the wheelchair, bending over to hug an old man who looked like he might die at any moment and kept talking...

Mountain Eagle didn’t like such scenes. He was about to suggest Sofia take the old man to the hospital by car when...

The old man, as if reviving, blushed slightly and extended his fingerless hands, cupping Sofia’s face. He kissed her forehead and then, in a language Mountain Eagle didn’t understand but seemed familiar, spoke a lot to Sofia...

Until Sofia nodded in acknowledgment, the old man then patted her face reassuringly and then turned to Mountain Eagle, saying in English, "Thank you..."

As the old man spoke, the blanket covering his legs fell to the ground...

The holes that were clearly from pistol drills made his knees bloody and mangled, and his entire lower leg was purple and swollen.

Paired with his hands missing nails, the old man had clearly suffered extreme torture.

Just as Mountain Eagle was about to call Butcher to bring the car over to take the old man to the hospital, the old man grabbed Sofia’s hand and again in that unintelligible language, with a hoarse voice, slowly hummed a lullaby-like song...

Seeing Sofia in tears, Mountain Eagle sighed and looked at Butcher, asking, "Can you understand what he is singing?"

Butcher glanced at Mountain Eagle and said, "He’s speaking Tatar...

The path of life is dark and long, only those who walk together can reach the place that is light.

The dark road is filled with despair and sorrow, only by holding your comrade’s hand can you find hope.

Sing loudly in victory, do not be sad in defeat.

Carry a clump of soil from a comrade’s grave, and together let us move forward..."

Mountain Eagle watched as the old man’s voice gradually faded, he sighed and then softly cursed under his breath...

Butcher, acting as an interpreter, looked at the old man’s closed eyes, took a deep breath, pulled out his pistol, and walked behind the six surrendering gang gunmen, shooting each in the head!

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The sound of gunfire brought everyone to attention, Mountain Eagle walked behind Sofia, supporting her frail shoulders, and said, "Let’s go, we still have a lot left to do!"

Sofia glanced at the several people shot dead by Butcher, bent down and kissed the old man’s bare head, then turned to Mountain Eagle and said, "Bring him with us, he was my last relative, I want to give him a dignified funeral."

Sofia had just finished speaking, when, without needing Mountain Eagle’s signal, Butcher proactively approached the frail old man, lifted him horizontally, and quickly walked toward the direction of the van.

Mountain Eagle gestured to the ’Evil Wolf Squad’ standing not far away with complicated expressions, then said to Daria, "Notify the Moscow police to clean up the scene..."

The old man’s ordeal and his final state earned the respect of everyone; no one shouted or made a fuss, everyone silently left the scene...

Guided by Sofia, the vehicle drove nearly 200 kilometers west and arrived at a secluded rural villa built by a small lake.

Since the old accountant’s death, Sofia had fallen into a dazed state...

Leading the way, opening doors, looking for tools, digging holes...

Sofia refused everyone’s help, doing it all by herself from 5 p.m. to 10 p.m., only then having dug a deep enough pit to accommodate the old man.

When she came to look for the old man’s body, leaning on a shovel, she found that Butcher and Pigeon had used wooden planks stored in the villa’s warehouse to nail together a simple coffin for the old man. With eyes red, she bowed her thanks to them and then earnestly requested everyone to help lower the rough coffin into the pit.

When the first shovel of earth hit the coffin, Sofia finally collapsed...

She slumped onto the dirt, tears rolling down her cheeks like a breached dam.

Seeing Sofia struggling to suppress herself to this extent, Mountain Eagle sympathetically stepped forward, supported her by the shoulders to stand her up, and then hugged her, saying, "I’m no expert, but I heard that crying loudly can make one feel a bit better..."

Feeling Mountain Eagle’s concern, Sofia clung tightly to his tactical vest, sobbed quietly a few times, and then suddenly let out a piercing and extremely pained scream...

"Ah..."

Her heart-wrenching cry was like that of a wild wolf that had lost its cub...

Honestly, Mountain Eagle couldn’t fully empathize, but as a sensitive person, he could somewhat understand Sofia’s pain.

That feeling of having given everything, yet being betrayed by a loved one, was indeed extremely painful.

Allowing Sofia to bury her head in his chest and howl her pain away for several minutes...

Until Sofia’s voice turned hoarse and she started coughing, Mountain Eagle then began patting her back, saying, "I don’t know how to comfort you, but if you want to slaughter some people, I can join you."

Sofia coughed forcefully several times, and then took a few deep breaths...

When she lifted her head up, Mountain Eagle saw her bloodshot eyes.

Her bloodshot eyes made Sofia look extremely exhausted. She released her grip and stepped back, almost unable to stand...

Barely holding herself steady, Sofia staggered to the edge of the gravesite and sat down on a tree stump, then pointed towards the mountains in the west with her hoarse voice and said, "Over that mountain is a valley, there’s a factory from the Soviet period there.

Mario is probably not there, but his meth production line should still be."

Once Mountain Eagle heard Mario might not be there, he lost interest in the factory...

Looking at Gray Wolf helping to fill the grave, Mountain Eagle said in a grave tone, "A drug factory, can you handle it?"

Gray Wolf, wild soldier from Siberia, was totally indifferent to Sofia’s family tragedy, helping to fill the grave because he was touched by the old man’s plight and his final ballad.

Gray Wolf didn’t want to stay in this oppressive atmosphere anymore and upon hearing Mountain Eagle’s order, he nodded without hesitation, saying, "This is the last job today. If you need us in the next two days, give us a call in advance."

Mountain Eagle glanced at Sofia, then nodded at Gray Wolf, saying, "Kill everyone left in the drug factory, then wait for my call..."

After seeing off the members of ’Evil Wolf Squad’, Mountain Eagle sat down somewhat dispiritedly next to Sofia, accompanying her as they watched Butcher cover the grave with turf, then using two wood planks, he made a Cross and nailed it at the front of the grave.

Butcher, holding a charcoal pencil, looked at Sofia and asked, "What was his name?"

After venting her emotions, Sofia was once again in that emotionless state...

Hearing Butcher’s question, she hesitated for a second, then with a hoarse voice said, "Pavel Korovin, Sofia Milosevic’s godfather, he was a painter, accountant, life mentor..."

Sofia’s following words were not directed at Butcher anymore. She seemed to have fallen into a vortex of memories, continuously mumbling to herself, occasionally mixing in some Tatar...

Butcher wrote down the name on the tombstone, then turned and walked back into the rural villa behind him, bringing out two bottles of Vodka and several cups.

Placing the cups on the wooden block and filling them with Vodka, Butcher handed a cup to Sofia, saying solemnly, "Pavel was a warrior, he doesn’t need your sorrow, you should take a handful of soil from his grave, carry his spirit and walk the roads he never did..."

Sofia held the cup, paused for a moment, her gaze meeting the philosophical Butcher, and after a few seconds, a bitter smile appeared on her face, saying, "Pavel said his biggest wish in life was to become a seafaring fisherman...

But he didn’t know how to fish, and he also got seasick!"

Butcher nonchalantly said, "Then you should go to the sea in his stead...

It just so happens our boss’s territory is right by the sea!"

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