Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 30: Tracking

Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Tracking

Mountain Eagle, having finished preparations, went to the apartment gym first thing the next morning to try out the flexible exoskeleton...

The flexible exoskeleton supports the body’s pressure-bearing capacity in all aspects, so even though Mountain Eagle’s ankle was injured, when he lifted a 120-kilogram barbell, the ankle did not feel too much pressure.

The weight of the barbell, starting from the shoulders, was transmitted through the exoskeleton, which hardened upon pressure, to the exoskeleton around the waist and then down to the soles of the feet along the exoskeleton on the outer sides of both legs.

Mountain Eagle’s sneaker soles were deformed due to the pressure at the time, but the ankle felt quite relaxed.

Afterward, Mountain Eagle tried other exercises, such as brisk walking, bench pressing, and deadlifting, fully experiencing the real-world effects of the flexible exoskeleton, he was extremely pleased with the performance of the flexible exoskeleton.

If you say this thing can boost combat power by a large margin, that’s definitely nonsense.

But this kind of advanced, passive exoskeleton is absolutely a super protective gear for those who rely on their bodies for a living.

In addition to the load-increasing capacity offered by the exoskeleton, it can also effectively maintain the body and prevent injuries.

Mountain Eagle truly realized after being injured that having a good body is more important than anything!

The early-rising Mountain Eagle spent nearly two hours in the gym before returning to his room to shower and then went downstairs for breakfast.

Thailand in September is hot and rainy. When it’s not raining during the day, stepping outside feels like one could be sunburnt to death any second, but rain brings all sorts of inconveniences.

Under such climatic conditions, of course, it’s best to have a car to get around, but in a place like Bangkok, traffic can be so bad that it makes you question life.

What Mountain Eagle was least accustomed to, however, were the local traffic rules...

Having gotten used to driving on the right, Mountain Eagle took quite some time to adapt to the local rules, but he still felt uncomfortable driving.

Those Thais who seem so leisurely in life, but when riding motorcycles, it’s as if they are being chased by monsters behind them, never satisfied until they are revving to the point of taking off on the spot.

Mountain Eagle ate a little something at the cafe downstairs of the apartment, then put on a duckbill cap and went out to hail a taxi, ready to go to the private hospital for a follow-up check on his ankle and ligaments...

His business in Bangkok was essentially over now, and if the follow-up revealed no major problems, Mountain Eagle planned to head to Kamui to meet up with Blood Fox.

The taxi took about 20 minutes to reach the destination. The meter-less taxi driver parked the car under the shade of trees considerately, then grinned widely as he happily accepted 100 Thai Baht and wished Mountain Eagle well as he got out of the car...

Mountain Eagle, now acting as a Thai who didn’t speak Thai, insisted on expressing his disdain for the driver’s practice of ripping off customers. Facing the driver’s rogue-ish demeanor, he shook his head, chuckling as he firmly closed the car door and walked towards the hospital.

The check-up went very smoothly, and Mountain Eagle’s ankle was recovering well. As long as he took proper care of it, he would be able to run and jump in another month or two.

However, what Mountain Eagle did not notice was that when he left the hospital, a nurse took out her phone and sneakily snapped a photo of him from beside her leg...

And as Mountain Eagle walked out of the hospital, two men in floral shirts of short stature quietly followed him.

Mountain Eagle was completely unaware that killing two doctors involved in illegal organ trading, he would be unwittingly drawn into a struggle among powerful figures.

And it only took a bit of money for those powerful figures to mobilize a vast underworld force.

To be honest, the gangs in Thailand aren’t much to look at because sometimes the Thai police are darker than the gangs.

The big shot Danet may have put up 5 million US Dollars, but obviously, he wasn’t very concerned about Mountain Eagle’s life and death; otherwise, he should have mobilized the Thai Police Team too, which wouldn’t be difficult in a Thailand where money can do miracles.

Now it’s just the gangs in action, and the information they’ve got is quite limited, only able to use man-power to visit hospitals of all sizes and then through threats, intimidation, and bribes, look for suspicious individuals for verification.

The hospital’s nurse was bribed, but since the hospital didn’t have any of Mountain Eagle’s medical records, only when he came in for the follow-up check did she remember that there had been a man there who had undergone ankle surgery.

The nurse wasn’t sure if Mountain Eagle was the person the gang was looking for, and the two gang members tasked with following Mountain Eagle didn’t know if he was the right target either.

So they needed to follow him for a while, then find an opportunity to create some friction to make close contact...

Mountain Eagle, in high spirits at first, did not notice anyone trailing him, but as soon as he entered the CBD area, he quickly spotted a problem.

Mountain Eagle originally wanted to buy a suitcase and two sets each of formal and casual wear. While strolling through the air-conditioned mall populated mostly by white-collar elites, it was hard not to notice two men in flip-flops and floral shirts lingering behind him.

At first, Mountain Eagle didn’t think much of it, but when they followed him into the third shop, he began to sense that something was amiss.

Mountain Eagle had no enemies in Thailand; the only thing he could think of was that there must have been a hitch in the business with Daqili.

Mountain Eagle had killed many people and stolen a lot of stuff on behalf of Daqili, and if it really was related to them, then there was no way this could end well...

Feeling a sudden tension, Mountain Eagle walked into a popular massage parlor inside the mall...

A male attendant, always wearing a smile, courteously guided Mountain Eagle to select a masseuse, led him into a private room, and served him a drink...

As the attendant left the room, Mountain Eagle tipped him 20 bucks, indicating he needed quiet for ten minutes, and then took out the phone Blood Fox had given him...

After the phone connected, Blood Fox spoke with a raspy voice, as if hungover: "Mountain Eagle, did you arrive in Kamui ahead of schedule?"

Mountain Eagle was quite uncomfortable with the old KGB’s apparent lack of vigilance; he said in a deep voice, "There’s trouble, I’m being watched...

Has anything happened on your end?"

Blood Fox laughed, "We’re fine. Just that someone in Thailand has issued a reward, seeking someone who got a leg injury treated within a certain timeframe...

Oh, and they provided all the gangs with a photo..."

Mountain Eagle grew more tense upon hearing this; frowning, he asked, "What should I do now? I think I was marked when I went to the hospital..."

Blood Fox seemed completely oblivious to Mountain Eagle’s anxiety, and said with a laugh, "Don’t worry, the photo doesn’t show it’s you.

You’re a Thai citizen now. If you’re being targeted by gangs, why not go to the police instead of calling me?

I can’t help you from Singapore..."

Mountain Eagle paused, then said, "So those so-called gangs aren’t just after me, they’re monitoring everyone they deem suspicious?

How could that be useful to them?"

Blood Fox scoffed, "That’s gang intelligence for you. They surely can’t uncover your background, but they can make some trouble for you, then let the police investigate further.

Listen to me, ignore them, going straight to the police is the best solution.

You are a Thai citizen of Chinese descent and have lived in Singapore for years, only planning to return to your hometown of Kamui recently.

Your identity has a clear track record for verification, they won’t keep after you."

Mountain Eagle, upon hearing this, suddenly realized something and curiously said, "Am I the only one being targeted by the reward?"

Blood Fox, with a hint of schadenfreude, laughed loudly, "That’s right, Naokan had earlier put a reward of 1 million on you, and now Danet, a famous underground financier from Southeast Asia, has placed a 5 million bounty on you...

However, the reward itself is flawed, and the clues provided lack sincerity, no one with real capability will take it on, so rest assured...

As long as you don’t lose your head, you are safe!"

When Mountain Eagle felt slightly relieved, he suddenly heard a scream outside...

As Mountain Eagle pulled open the door to look outside, he saw the two men in floral shirts who had been following him, clutching their stomachs, collapsed in the corridor diagonally across from his room...

Several masseuses were screaming, and at the far end exit, a figure in a blue short-sleeve shirt quickly vanished into the growing crowd.