Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 45 Makeup Raid

Chapter 45: Chapter 45 Makeup Raid

Southern Bangkok, Nonthaburi...

In a luxurious resort’s seaside villa, Vilter Jackson stood by the bed, thrusting his body vigorously while loudly cursing with swear words...

After finishing, this middle-aged white man with a large belly sat on the bed, gasping for air like a deflated ball, completely unaware of the contemptuous look from the woman on the bed.

After resting for a few minutes, Vilter Jackson forcefully slapped the woman’s buttocks, then stood up, put on his robe, walked to the door, opened it, and called out to the two bodyguards sitting and resting on the living room sofa: "Leonard, I need a bottle of ice-cold beer, Budweiser or Corona...

I hate this damn weather, and the damn beer here too..."

One of the bodyguards, sporting a Pot Lid haircut and obviously quite familiar with Vilter Jackson, peered into the room at the naked woman walking around and then leeringly said to Vilter: "Boss, you only lasted 8 minutes just now, are you sure you can still handle it?

I can punish that bitch for you..."

Vilter Jackson showed his middle finger to Pot Lid and cursed: "FUCK YOU..."

After cursing, he looked at the other expressionless scar-faced bodyguard and asked: "Did you find out about the thing I asked?"

The expressionless scar-faced bodyguard stood up and nodded, "Cha Nuo was beaten to death in the trading company’s office. The killer is a man named Basong.

According to the announcement from the police, Basong is a retired special forces soldier from Squad 191 and had a personal vendetta against Cha Nuo.

But boss, I think something’s fishy here. I contacted a few gangs involved in human trafficking, and the information they gave me is completely different from the police’s report...

They mentioned Basong has a $5 million bounty on his head, and rumors say whoever can bring in Basong’s daughter can exchange her for Basong’s head..."

Vilter was stunned for a moment and sneered, saying: "A $5 million bounty for a Thai? What a joke?

How much even is that? Is money that easy to make nowadays?"

Scar-faced bodyguard shook his head, pulled out his phone, brought up a photo, and showed it to Vilter, saying: "Boss, this is Basong’s daughter..."

Vilter squinted, glanced at it, blinked and thought for a second, then exclaimed: "Oh shit, how is it her?

Who did we send her to again?"

The expressionless scar-faced bodyguard said: "You had me drive her to the estate of Councilman Adakuan of the Thailand Democratic Party...

Boss, I suggest you leave Thailand for a while, and we can delay restocking the merchandise...

Or you could ask Bahrain to tighten control over customers so those prostitutes can last a bit longer..."

Hearing this, Vilter sneered, saying: "NO, those bitches are just livestock; taking good care of our clients is what’s most important.

Women are worthless in this shithole. Contact those gangs, I can offer them more money to speed up gathering the goods for me; I’ve got fucking important matters and can’t be delayed here.

FUCK, how hard is it to abduct a few women?"

Scar-faced bodyguard observed his boss’s arrogant demeanor and ultimately shook his head in resignation...

Due to his professional instincts, he was indeed a bit worried, but in Thailand, his boss had been active too long and made too many high-level contacts.

He had witnessed too many incredible things alongside Vilter, and he couldn’t see what was so concerning about a retired soldier and a woman, especially compared to the recent problems the boss had faced - they were nothing...

That so-called bounty truly seemed like a joke!

As his boss was about to turn and walk back indoors, holding his waist, the scar-faced bodyguard hesitated before saying: "Boss, should we inform Congressman Adakuan about this?"

Vilter, touching his large chin, thought for a moment, then responded: "Alright, give him a call, tell him to be a bit cautious, and once he’s done playing, quickly dispose of that woman.

FUCK, what kind of shit is this?"

As Vilter rubbed his limp crotch and cursed, he then said, "I need some methamphetamine to cheer up!

Leonard, get in touch with those gangs, get me at least 15 top-quality goods within three days, I have fucking important things to do..."

...

Just as Vilter turned around to close the door, Tessa drove towards the hotel in a police car...

Now it’s the hottest time in Thailand, and there are few people in this tourist area in the morning...

As Tessa drove towards the hotel, two blocks away, she suddenly pulled over, kicked open the door, and drew her gun to unleash a barrage of bullets into a bushy wooded area, then she dashed back into the police car to grab the radio and started calling...

"This is Tessa, Basong’s traces found on the highway one kilometer east of Lolatte Hotel, he ran north, my partner is chasing him, need backup, need backup..."

While Tessa called, disturbances erupted around the hotel...

Taigore, who was sitting in the general manager’s office, got the message, stood up, grabbed the radio, and started mobilizing people as he rushed out...

"All units be advised, Basong spotted one kilometer east of the hotel, block off the northern part of the wooded area and neighboring residences, protect Tessa, I’m heading over..."

While the police were mobilizing, Mountain Eagle, with his arms and calves tattooed with ferocious patterns, dressed in beach shorts, floral shirt, a fisherman’s hat, and sunglasses, carrying a backpack, and holding a large coconut to partly cover his face, circled from the beach area towards the hotel...

Vilter had booked the hotel’s most luxurious seaside villa, originally there were two undercover Police keeping an eye on the beach, but they had been redeployed...

Mountain Eagle, like a hotel guest returning from a beach stroll, walked into the coconut tree area by the sea with his backpack and coconut.

On the way, he met the cleaning staff and raised his coconut to greet them in Japanese, just like the island resident Yakuta holidaying abroad...

As Mountain Eagle approached the seaside villa via the coconut grove path, he casually put on a mask, and as he approached the villa’s gate, he saw a white foreign man wearing beach gear, sitting on the porch, drinking a beer...

The hotel villas were quite private; the nearest one was over 20 meters away.

Vilter’s villa faced a deliberately designed coconut grove that formed a shady, winding path that led directly to the beach regardless of the sun’s position.

Mountain Eagle, like a regular hotel guest, walked forward in the shadow of the coconut trees...

As he passed the villa, he politely raised his coconut to the foreign man drinking beer on the porch...

"Kuni Jiwa..."

The foreign man clearly had no affection for island people; he sat in his chair flipping the middle finger at Mountain Eagle, just about to cuss him out when...

Mountain Eagle pulled out a pink Browning BUCK MARK pistol, with a Flower Fairy sticker and a silencer on its muzzle, from his waist, using the coconut as cover, and quickly pulled the trigger...

This gun was Tessa’s childhood competition starter pistol, overall its shape was a bit like Mountain Eagle’s Ruger make4, though the recoil was a bit smaller, but not as smooth as the Ruger.

With two "thud thud" sounds like a racket hitting a wall, two subsonic .22 bullets hit the foreign bodyguard’s forehead and cheekbone...

The .22 bullets didn’t penetrate his skull, instead they went through his soft brain, swelling into ping-pong sized bumps on the back of his head, then quickly retracted.

The foreign man, as if someone had smashed his face with a hammer, jerked his head back, then lost consciousness and slouched in his chair.

Mountain Eagle walked up to the villa’s porch, picked up a sun hat from the coffee table and placed it on the foreign bodyguard’s head, making him look like he was sleeping, then holding the coconut, he covered the villa’s door peephole, and rang the doorbell...

"Ding dong..."

"Holle, room service..."