Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 80 Dangerous Things

Chapter 80: Chapter 80 Dangerous Things

Two passports, one pistol, twenty thousand US dollars, twenty thousand Euros, and a metal canister the size of a small vacuum flask.

One passport was from South Africa, the other from Australia, bearing different names, but the photo on both was Vilter Jackson.

The pistol was a compact Walther PPK...

Mountain Eagle picked up the gun and toyed with it, then, with distaste, set it aside.

The design of the Walther PPK did not meet his aesthetic standards. Apart from being small and easy to carry, nothing else about the gun aligned with Mountain Eagle’s pursuit for weapon functionality.

There was nothing much to say about the cash; both stacks of US dollars and Euros were carefully selected older bills, easy to spend.

The last item, the iron canister, was a bit more intriguing. Mountain Eagle initially suspected it contained some sort of valuable, like gems...

After all, everything in the box seemed prepared for an escape.

But after fiddling with the canister for a while, Mountain Eagle discovered it was actually a pretty high-end vacuum container.

The canister was sealed shut, and Mountain Eagle used the Sergeant System to fabricate a small handsaw, laboriously sawing away until a crack was opened...

When he turned the canister over, he saw through the crack some silver-white metallic crystals...

Just as Mountain Eagle was determined to saw the canister open to pour out the contents and see what they were, he suddenly felt the hidden patterns on his fingers heating up rapidly...

Mountain Eagle didn’t know what was happening; he rushed into the bathroom holding the canister, continuously rinsing his burning fingers under tap water, but it was no use...

Withstanding the bone-gnawing pain, Mountain Eagle grabbed the lid of the vacuum canister, intending to reseal it...

But when he picked up the canister again, the silver-white crystals inside had vanished.

Clueless about what had happened, Mountain Eagle, in agony, clutched the scorching spot on his hand, watching the normally-hidden pattern beneath his skin emerge and turn orange-red...

Excruciating pain overwhelmed Mountain Eagle’s nerves, and just as he gritted his teeth and collapsed on the ground, about to pass out, the Sergeant System underwent changes, and the heat and pain receded like a tide...

The sudden relief from the pain allowed Mountain Eagle to exhale a sigh of exhaustion, uttering a weakened moan...

In just a few minutes, Mountain Eagle was drenched as if pulled out from water...

Feeling the pattern on his finger pulsate, Mountain Eagle concentrated hard, and then he understood what the substance inside the can was...

"Plutonium"!

And it was highly concentrated plutonium!

This is an extremely deadly radioactive material used to manufacture nuclear weapons.

Plutonium oxidizes in the air, appearing like a bunch of glowing red embers, radiating lethal levels of radiation that quickly kills anyone near it.

Mountain Eagle fully experienced the power of the plutonium; if not for the Sergeant System, he might have died mysteriously upon opening the sealed can...

Mountain Eagle did not understand why such precious and dangerous material was in Vilter Jackson’s possession.

However, that was not for Mountain Eagle to ponder. He was more concerned whether the Sergeant System would undergo any changes because of this...

But after a close inspection, he found almost no changes in the Sergeant System, except for a reduced ’requirement’ for some projects and new items appearing on others...

For instance, previously activating ’Flexible Sensing Armor’ needed 50 kilograms of gold, but now only 30 kilograms were needed, and another item was also listed, the specifics of which were not visible yet.

Nonetheless, under the Hummingbird Kit options, a new choice appeared: "Color-changing Golden Cicada"...

Compared to the biomimetic Hummingbird, the Color-changing Golden Cicada offers better concealment, adapting its color to the environment, higher power, longer detection range, and stronger endurance...

That was an unexpected surprise...

Yet, very few projects had been activated by Mountain Eagle; aside from the Hummingbird Kit, there were no changes to firearms or flexible exoskeletons.

Other projects still in a gray state needed activation to see what kind of changes this experience brought.

Activating those things was a huge project for Mountain Eagle...

The 1 million US Dollar deal is off the table, and talking about anything is meaningless without money.

After checking his Sergeant System, Mountain Eagle sat for a few minutes before struggling to stand up. He guzzled down two bottles of water, rinsed off with a shower, and then collapsed into bed, falling into a deep sleep.

He didn’t know how much time passed when the ringing of the phone woke him...

Groggily, he picked up the phone and connected it, only to hear Broadcast’s voice on the other end...

"Mountain Eagle, there’s a big job now; we need more hands. You want in?"

In a daze, Mountain Eagle replied, "Not happening. I’m injured, and I think I’m sick..."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle grabbed the water by his bed, took a sip, and said, "Aren’t you serving those high-profile clients?

You definitely earn more from them than taking jobs!"

Broadcast sighed upon hearing this and said, "Don’t mention it...

This morning, one guy woke up and dove straight into the swimming pool trying to drown himself...

After I pulled him out, the guy was crying like a baby!

I asked him what was wrong, but he wouldn’t say anything and then dragged everyone else off to the airport..."

Mountain Eagle listened and silently paid respects to Brother Tufang, then laughed and said, "You’ve lost those clients!

But you’ve already gotten the knack of it; just don’t invite Killing Bee next time you throw a party, and you’ll have a happy ending."

Broadcast listened and lamented, "I didn’t know, man. They were so open at the nightclub, and they had a lot of fun with several ladyboys. I thought they wouldn’t mind that..."

Mountain Eagle was amused and his mind cleared up a lot...

"Dude, have you ever considered, who can tell when they’re really drunk?

Maybe they don’t mind ladyboys but mind the likes of Killing Bee...

FUCK, if I woke up and found Killing Bee lying next to me, I think I’d go crazy too!"

Before Broadcast could say anything, Killing Bee’s voice came through the phone...

"FUCK YOU, Mountain Eagle..."

After cursing, Killing Bee continued, "Mountain Eagle, are your injuries serious?

This is really big business, and if you can hold up, we’ll come pick you up...

This time the client is high-profile, getting to know them could only benefit you!"

Mountain Eagle paused, then curiously asked, "What high-profile client?"

Killing Bee mysteriously said, "Ever heard of MI6?"

Mountain Eagle, now curious, said, "British Military Intelligence Six? They want to hire you guys?

Isn’t that impossible? Doesn’t England have their own people?"

Killing Bee, slightly irritated, retorted, "You know nothing...

How can these spies go around with a large group?

Today there was a fight at Sky Park, MI6 lost something very important in Thailand, they’ve hired several teams in neighboring countries, ready to go to war with a group of terrorists...

But as the local team, our job is surveillance.

What do you say? Surveillance jobs aren’t too risky, and the pay is very good...

If you’re willing, I’ll come to pick you up; don’t say I don’t look out for you, bro..."