Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 259 - 258: The Past

Chapter 259: Chapter 258: The Past

Butcher, a man of few words, suddenly offering comfort, felt unexpected yet utterly credible.

And with the strong alcohol, the oppressive atmosphere quickly dissipated a lot.

Under the influence of vodka, everyone began to tell their own stories...

Butcher’s family had run a slaughterhouse for three generations, but due to mining pollution, the livestock industry in his small town was devastated, and his family’s business collapsed as a result.

Butcher has a son and a daughter; his son attends university in St. Petersburg and his daughter boards at her aunt’s in St. Petersburg.

Originally, Butcher didn’t want to be a mercenary. He worked at a slaughterhouse, but the meager income, low spirits, and a hopeless life led his wife to go to St. Petersburg alone, working there while supporting their son’s education.

Many proclaim that Westerners being adults at 18 and leaving home is nonsense. No parent doesn’t wish for their children’s success, and even with limited capabilities, they hope to somewhat ease their children’s burdens through their own efforts.

The impact of his wife’s departure revitalized Butcher; he dreamt of reuniting his family and moving to a place full of cattle and sheep farms to spend the second half of his life.

However, the debts left by the family business’s collapse, the tuition fees for his son and daughter, and future expenses for settling the family in the city forced Butcher to put down the butcher’s knife, step out from the slaughterhouse where he worked, and pick up a gun again.

Pigeon, from the same hometown as Butcher, was also a comrade in the same squad.

His situation was even worse because his first two children died in infancy, and the third was diagnosed with congenital heart disease.

Like Butcher, Pigeon’s ranch was devastated due to mining pollution.

He received compensation, but it was only enough for him to buy a small apartment in some remote town to make a living with his family.

For his child’s illness and to provide his wife a sheltered home, Pigeon chose to join Butcher.

Post Box and Pirate lying in the hospital are almost the same - both come from poor families, both in need of money, both unable to provide a good life for their families through legitimate work.

When complaints fill your wife’s mouth, when you face your wife’s disappointed eyes every day, when you believe all the suffering of your family is due to your own incompetence...

If you know how to use a gun, how would you choose?

Compared to them, Daria’s experiences don’t seem too convoluted...

Daria and her sister Yuliy were adopted by a Soviet-era orphanage as children, where all children underwent tests...

Not like in the movies where a group of kids are set to kill each other to select the strongest. The orphanage used a fairly scientific method, selecting children through learning, training, and testing.

Subsequently, some talented children were sent to a place called Omsk Training Camp for rigorous military spy training.

The trained children would eventually be picked by the Russia Security Department and some private intelligence or military firms.

Daria and Yuliy survived several years of rigorous training, and then were chosen by Anna to join her intelligence agency, signing a fairly well-paid eight-year contract.

When it was Mountain Eagle’s turn, explosions echoed from the distant valley, lighting up the night...

Mountain Eagle glanced in the direction of the valley, downed the vodka in his glass in one gulp, and with a grin said, "Then I should be stronger than all of you. Even though my parents died when I was young, I grew up in a loving place.

I loved studying and was good at it, so I went to a good university, and everything was going smoothly in my career...

Until a bunch of goddamn bastards ruined my life!

But thankfully, I’ve made it through, and now I’ve become a policeman in Kamui, a wonderful place, soon to have my own career and responsibilities."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle looked at Butcher and Pigeon, and smiling, said, "Guys, I can’t guarantee that your future will definitely be full of happy family life, but if you’re willing to work hard, I guarantee you can provide a decent life for your family.

I guess we’re the same, our ideal was never to be mercenaries, but reality is such that there are some things we can’t avoid...

No choice, this might just be our fate!

If shooting saves us from detours, then we shoot!

If fighting helps us leave the battlefield quicker, then we fight!

Whatever it takes, we need to get to where we want to go!"

Butcher and Pigeon nodded slightly, tilting their heads back and gulping down a large cup of strong liquor...

"Boss, we’ll follow you!"

Daria watched the two simple-minded soldiers with a complex expression, wanting to say something, but ended up holding back...

Sofia, watching Mountain Eagle’s profile with a tipsy expression, asked, "Then where should I go?"

Mountain Eagle, seeing the confusion in the bleary-eyed Sofia, said as if it was a given, "We’ve already discussed this, so wherever I go, you go.

Pavel wants to be a fisherman, so you can try that for him. I have a nice speedboat in Kamui, definitely not for commercial fishing, but recreational fishing is still doable.

You need to give me a list now, we urgently need to finish off those who need to be killed, and then I’ll take you to a new environment.

In my office in Kamui, there’s a woman named Marta working for me, she’s also an orphan from the Arctic Fox, a bit naïve, but a sunny person.

Maybe meeting her will cheer you up!"

Sofia, listening, looked dazedly at Mountain Eagle and said, "Don’t you want to know what I have left?"

Mountain Eagle frowned as he looked at Sofia, saying, "Are you drunk? Whatever issues you have are yours to handle, no need to report them to me..."

Sofia seemed not to hear what Mountain Eagle was saying. With a hoarse voice, she said, "Mario used all of the Milosevic family’s funds to purchase drugs and establish production lines.

Pavel preserved my personal bank account, as well as the properties and lands the Milosevic family had acquired over the years...

For the past ten years, he has been depositing 30,000 Euros annually into my account for investment. I now have 375,000 Euros, four houses, and 200 acres of land in Far East Yakutsk."

Talking, Sofia looked at Mountain Eagle and said, "You saved my life and even advanced the money to retrieve what belonged to me. I will give all this money, property, and land to you.

Mario would never believe that I have long wanted to get rid of the Milosevic family’s assets.

He would never know what it costs to have my father’s brothers, every Easter, sit at the table and salute the Milosevic family crest.

I feel so light now, incredibly light!

I personally beheaded my father’s best brother...

I am free now, but I have nothing left!"

Mountain Eagle knew Sofia was somewhat drunk. He gently patted her shoulder and said smilingly, "The money for your revenge came from a pension meant for the Arctic Fox’s descendants’ welfare.

Keep your things for yourself, they belong to you and no one can take them away!"

Saying this, Mountain Eagle looked at Sofia, whose eyes were unusually wide, and said, "Things will get better...

Blood Fox and Mi Lu, two old men, struggled their whole lives for a similar duty, and I really didn’t think their lives were that great.

I always feel that one must first live for oneself, and then qualify to consider others."

"Live for oneself..."

Sofia muttered to herself softly, finally shaking her head and saying, "I don’t know what that feels like."

Mountain Eagle, looking somewhat sympathetically at the girl next to him, shook his head and said, "For instance, you could start by getting comfortable...

Whatever you do, find a comfortable bed to sleep in, take a hot bath, eat some delicious food, take out those who hurt you...

Whatever it is, get yourself out of this mess and then move forward.

I know this sounds like nonsense, but what else can we do except look forward?"

After listening, Sofia fell silent. A few minutes later, she nodded, stood up, and walked somewhat unsteadily towards the villa...

"You’re right, I need to do something to feel comfortable. Tomorrow, I want to meet someone, and then I’ll go to Thailand with you..."

Mountain Eagle frowned as he watched Sofia’s retreating figure, asking, "What about Mario?"

Sofia waved her hand without turning back and said, "In my heart, he’s already dead!"

......

On the Russia E30 Highway, a Mercedes sedan was speeding along...

Sitting in the backseat, Mario, listening to the dial tone on the phone, forcefully smashed the phone onto the floor, then pulled out something resembling a nose snuff bottle from his coat pocket, unscrewed the lid, and took a heavy sniff under his nose.

Seconds later, a relieved expression appeared on Mario’s face, and his neck twitched neurotically a few times, before his eyes turned fanatically towards the woman beside him focused on her mobile phone...

"What are you doing?"

The black-haired woman, wearing bold smokey makeup, faced Mario, who became exceptionally restless after drugs, and a trace of impatience flashed in her eyes...

"I’m contacting the Smolensk side; someone will arrange a plane for us there. You need to hide out in Ukraine for a while."

Mario grabbed the black-haired woman’s wrist with a vicious expression, saying, "Why should I leave? Have you forgotten what you promised me?

I hold all of the Great White Shark’s networks; I need manpower to eliminate the Great White Shark so that we can continue our cooperation."

The black-haired woman forcefully pulled her hand away, coldly saying, "I’m just responsible for getting you out...

You idiot couldn’t even keep a few hostages in check, and ended up getting us involved too.

The Maloferiev family and the Russia Security Department are relentlessly pursuing us. In the past 8 hours, we’ve already lost 6 people.

I don’t have time to fulfill ’a little boy’s wishes’!"

Saying this, the black-haired woman, before Mario could angrily swing a punch, pressed an electric shock device against his neck...

With a "zap", Mario slumped over in his seat, head tilted.

After slapping Mario’s face a few times to find no response, the black-haired woman spoke to the Mercedes driver, "I really shouldn’t waste my time on this idiot..."

The man in the driver’s seat glanced back and said with a smile, "Be nicer to him. This guy carries enough cash to buy a ton of Heroin Y, and has a group of loyal men following him.

He holds the contact details of all the high-ranking officials in the Wudong Region prisons, which could save us a lot of time in our next operations...

We’ve failed our missions in Russia, we should at least bring back something valuable. This Mario could be useful for many things."