Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 295 - 292: Police Dog Outfit

Chapter 295: Chapter 292: Police Dog Outfit

Mountain Eagle’s "hangover needle" wasn’t very effective. After getting the injection, Tessa contentedly fell back onto the bed and used her alcohol-laden breath to chase Mountain Eagle out of the room.

Mountain Eagle’s wake-up service hadn’t worked, so he reluctantly pulled on his aching back and changed into the boxer shorts and floral shirt sent by Luo Yang, then he went out to the front yard to sit in a lounge chair, staring blankly at the distant sea.

His original plan had been to slip quietly off to Pattaya today, but it looked like that wasn’t going to happen.

But he wasn’t in a rush. Taigore had trapped those people, and it wouldn’t be too late to go and finish them off after they had starved for a few days.

Besides, the follow-up issues with the cruise would take time to develop, and these weren’t things that would resolve within just a day or two. They required ample patience.

It was quite nice to daydream here. Mountain Eagle couldn’t remember how long it had been since he last indulged in craziness like yesterday?

It seemed that since leaving college, he had been moving on a set track: work, promotion, going abroad, promotion, returning home, promotion, marriage, having a child...

And then those traffickers pushed his high-speed train on the track out into the wilderness!

Changes in the environment and stimulations around him shifted Mountain Eagle from initial helplessness to now beginning to enjoy it a little.

It’s probably just like what Blood Fox once told him: once you get used to a lawless life, you can never go back.

Mountain Eagle had always tried to maintain the habits left over from his past work, which made him seem somewhat odd.

But last night’s drunken misbehavior let Mountain Eagle know he was indeed influenced.

In the past, even if he had drunk himself unconscious, he would never do something so foolish as to loudly announce his plans.

Because in most cases, the louder you shout, the less likely you are to succeed. The more people who know your plans, the greater the resistance will be.

Often it’s not even that others are deliberately making it difficult for you. The enthusiastic will offer you advice, the indifferent will throw cold water on it, those unrelated will speak ill, and those with vested interests will contemplate how to get something good out of it...

Once those opinions pile up, and if the person in charge of implementing them is even slightly weak, the task is doomed!

Having big meetings for small issues and small meetings for big ones inside the system is really not sheer bureaucracy; it is a professional skill practiced by a group of sharp people standing on the shoulders of their predecessors.

Without this ability, if you were an official back home, you would be so miserable that you’d want to hit a wall every day because with more people involved, it really becomes impossible to accomplish anything, even a little progress can be extremely difficult.

Mountain Eagle was very clear that he was influenced by his environment, an excessive amount of freedom had slightly loosened him inside, which was why he made such a foolish move.

But for some reason, even though he knew it was silly, he felt a strange sense of relief.

If he could ignore the headache, Mountain Eagle felt completely clear-headed!

He never intended to keep that money for himself; he was planning to use it to do some good deeds and build his reputation.

As long as he was willing to let go of his desire for control and just be responsible for directing the flow of money, it should be easy.

For some unknown reason, as Mountain Eagle lay on the sun lounger, he felt as if his body had lightened and even experienced an inexplicable sense of ease; then, he somehow fell asleep...

When he woke up again, it was because the sun had become too hot for him to keep lying there.

Hearing the clinking and clanking noise behind him, Mountain Eagle turned his head and saw Tessa, wearing one of his T-shirts, rummaging through the fridge.

Aside from a few bottles of high-end mineral water that came with the purchase of the new house’s refrigerator, there was nothing else inside.

Tessa was not fussy; she just took out a bottle of ice water and gulped it down.

Mountain Eagle glanced at the unopened parasol above and complained to himself that the young lady really had no sense of looking after others...

He simply took off his floral shirt, flattened the lounge chair, and lay down on his stomach attempting to achieve an even suntan.

As soon as Mountain Eagle lay down, he saw two puppies crouching in the shade of the lounge chair, gnawing on their chew sticks...

Seeing that Mountain Eagle had noticed them, the two puppies enthusiastically clung to the lounge chair, stretching their necks and giving Mountain Eagle a vigorous licking.

Mountain Eagle, observing the puppies that had grown quite a bit, extended his arms and scratched them on their necks a couple of times. Seeing them make contented grunting sounds, he smiled happily...

It was truly comfortable!

Green hills, sea, breeze, sunshine, mansion, beauty, pets...

While Mountain Eagle was indulging in the pleasant sensations of waking from a beautiful dream, Big Dog Balang came from nowhere with a large-sized feeding bowl, which he dropped with a clang onto the terrazzo floor in front of the door...

Seeing that Mountain Eagle had noticed him, Balang let out a low growl, then walked over to the sack of dog food and began to paw at it...

It seemed like he was telling Mountain Eagle to hurry up and feed him!

Mountain Eagle had previously prepared a "police dog gear set" but never had the chance to test it. Seeing Balang volunteering himself, he stood up with a smile and walked over to the dog food, scooping several handfuls into the bowl.

Watching Balang summon his sons over to start eating together, then taking the lead to dive his head into the bowl to eat the dog food heartily...

Mountain Eagle sat down next to Balang, then magically produced a black chip about one centimeter on each side and three millimeters thick that resembled a microchip, and stuck it at the base of Balang’s ear.

Upon contact with Balang, the black chip automatically extended several thin pins and inserted them into Balang’s ear.

The extremely fine needle pierced Blood Fox’s ear, but he seemed to feel nothing. However, when Mountain Eagle stuck a remote control patch onto the back of his hand and then made a gesture according to the instructions...

Blood Fox suddenly bared his teeth and glared at Mountain Eagle, then incessantly scratched his own ears with his front paws.

Mountain Eagle stopped the gesture, and facing the uncomfortable Blood Fox, he said, "sit..."

Blood Fox had received strict training and could understand many commands.

Hearing Mountain Eagle’s command, Blood Fox, who had wandered for several years, spun around uncomfortably on the spot a few times, then sat down reluctantly on the ground, turning his head away to avoid looking at Mountain Eagle.

Mountain Eagle at this point probably understood the purpose of the police dog suit—those equipments for arming and protecting police dogs were not immediately needed.

What he needed to do now was to use the controller to establish communication and rapport with Blood Fox.

Well-trained police dogs could basically understand commands and some basic hand gestures.

What Mountain Eagle needed to do was to pair the commands and clearing actions with the mildly stimulating microcurrents emitted by the controller to quickly establish a command system for the police dog.

But as easy as it sounded, in reality it would take a long time to build complete trust between the police dog and himself.

However, Mountain Eagle was not in a hurry, as long as he resolved the matter with Pattaya, he would have some free time, and would definitely find a way to make Blood Fox obey.

If all else failed, Blood Fox still had two dog sons, and with patience and gradual training, the same effect could be achieved.

Mountain Eagle looked at the unruly Blood Fox, and once again tried out some other simple commands...

Sit, lie down, run, fetch...

Although Blood Fox did not seem particularly willing, habits established through intensive training, combined with the stimulation from the control chip, quickly awakened his police dog genes.

Unhappy, but he still did the job!

Mountain Eagle was amused by Blood Fox’s particularly human-like attitude...

This fellow had once been abandoned by his Trainer at an explosives site, so he later became very resistant to leashes, even more so to being tied up.

Whether this kind of distrust towards humans counted as a psychological disorder for dogs, Mountain Eagle did not know.

But you’re a working dog, you eat and drink mine, and I help you take care of your sons, working for me is only natural.

Even if you’re not happy, you still have to go to work!

Mountain Eagle sat on the slightly warm terrazzo floor, scratching Blood Fox’s neck a few times and found that while the fella did obey, he just didn’t like to look at him...

So, Mountain Eagle grabbed Blood Fox’s muzzle, turning his head towards himself, and sneered as he said, "From now on, you’re with me. If I go to war, you follow, and you go first in dangerous spots.

Your two sons are in my hands, are you convinced or not?"

The words Mountain Eagle said were converted into microcurrents by the controller. Mountain Eagle couldn’t tell if Blood Fox understood him, but the fellow was clearly very impatient. He shook his head and struggled free of Mountain Eagle’s hands, then clamped down on Mountain Eagle’s left hand with his mouth...

Blood Fox did not bite down hard; instead, he just gripped Mountain Eagle’s hand, looking at him sideways with an unrelenting air.

"Ha ha..."

Tessa walked up behind Mountain Eagle, watching the man and dog staring at each other, and couldn’t help but laugh and say, "What are you guys doing?"

Sitting on the ground, Mountain Eagle turned his head to look, and his eyes involuntarily paused for a moment over a patch of lush grass...

Staring at Tessa who wore only a T-shirt with nothing else on, Mountain Eagle covered Blood Fox’s dog eyes and said to Tessa, "Honey, you’re not wearing underwear, what if you catch a cold?

It’s okay that there’s no one else around, otherwise how many people would I have to kill to feel at peace?"

Hearing this, Tessa grinned and said, "You’ve finally fallen in love with me, haven’t you?"

Saying that, Tessa grabbed Mountain Eagle’s right hand and placed it on her buttock, then turned around and sat in his arms, shoving Blood Fox’s head aside, and smiled at Mountain Eagle, "You’re afraid of others seeing me, right?"

Mountain Eagle pursed his lips and nodded, saying, "You could interpret that as ’possessiveness’..."

Tessa didn’t get the answer she wanted from Mountain Eagle and twisted unhappily. After noticing Mountain Eagle’s reaction, she ’huffed’ and stood up heading towards the house next door...

Mountain Eagle watched Tessa’s back and said, "Hey, are you really mad?"

Tessa turned back towards Mountain Eagle and gave him the middle finger, saying, "I’m going to change clothes, into the most conservative ones. From now on, don’t you look either..."

Mountain Eagle watched Tessa stepping barefoot on a stretch of pebble ground, cursing and hopping from the heat, he sneered with a chuckle, grabbing the puppies by the necks, and pointed at Tessa, saying, "Go, bite her..."

The two chubby puppies barked innocently twice, then wobbled after her, clinging adorably to Tessa’s ankles, displaying a heavy dose of fawning eagerness.

Watching Tessa being happily licked by the two puppies, Mountain Eagle grabbed Blood Fox’s muzzle to make him look at himself...

"Your two sons probably won’t amount to much in the future, depending on them to provide for you is unrealistic.

But you’re still young, work hard, whether they can afford a house and car and take a wife in the future depends on whether you work diligently."

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