Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 87: You Want to Be My Dad??

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: You Want to Be My Dad??

Mountain Eagle couldn’t understand what the middle-aged man was saying ...

But when he saw the middle-aged man slap the woman into a daze and then lift his foot to stomp on the unlucky man, the guy rolled away to dodge, and Mountain Eagle roughly understood what had happened ...

The cuckolded man’s grievances with the literal "Next Door Lao Wang" will never vanish!

Thailand is indeed very open, but in public, the cuckolded man couldn’t help but lose his temper.

Mountain Eagle couldn’t understand the language, and he wasn’t interested in these matters ...

Watching Marta screaming and cheering for the cuckolded man with clenched fists, Mountain Eagle felt a headache thinking this girl might be part of his future work tasks ...

He grabbed Marta and pulled her away from this place of trouble, to avoid her getting involved in any follow-up issues ...

"You were supposed to be my guide, weren’t you? Let’s go ..."

Mountain Eagle pulled Marta beside his car, but as soon as he opened the car door, a gunshot came from a corner of the parking lot ...

"Bang"

Mountain Eagle instinctively shoved Marta behind him, pressing her against the position of the front wheel, while his left hand quickly drew his pistol, cocking the hammer and disengaging the safety ...

The people in the shooting range hall were also startled; a few cautious folks loudly called for everyone to retreat into the lobby, then a middle-aged man in the uniform of a lieutenant colonel with a small mustache, accompanied by two officers, cautiously made his way out.

The two officers guarded their boss, hands on their holsters, loudly shouting a few times ...

Turns out, Killing Bee stood up from the direction of the gunshot, raised his hand to signal, and then slid his Glock back into the holster while pointing at the unlucky man with bleeding arms and legs, shouting something loudly ...

Little Huzi, after listening, waved his hand to signal everyone to stay calm, then walked up to the unlucky man, scolded him pointing at his nose for a few sentences, then had his subordinates take the guy away in their car ...

Mountain Eagle watched the process clearly, but he had no idea what exactly had happened ...

Watching the always aggressive Killing Bee return to the corner, Mountain Eagle curiously approached ...

The large biting dog was lying on the ground, two small puppies with spotted fur whimpering nonstop trying to burrow under the belly of a large white dog ...

Killing Bee knelt on the ground, placing his hands together in prayer for the white dog with a bullet hole in its head, then put the body of the large white dog into a black bag ...

Seeing the grieving expression on Killing Bee’s face, Mountain Eagle curiously asked, "What happened?"

Killing Bee glanced at Mountain Eagle and said, "That guy kicked it while it was feeding its pups, damaging its internal organs ...

Rather than have it die in pain, it was better to give it a quick end!"

Mountain Eagle looked at the large dog staring at Killing Bee and said with furrowed brows, "Is this dog yours?"

Killing Bee shook his head and said, "It’s named ’Balang.’ It used to be a military dog, but ever since its trainer tied it near explosives and ran away, it wouldn’t allow anyone to put a rope around its neck.

I brought it back to Kamui, but I couldn’t keep it confined, and then it became a stray."

As he spoke, Killing Bee scooped up the two scrambling small puppies and stuffed them into Mountain Eagle’s arms, saying, "They won’t survive without someone to look after them, you’re alone, having two dogs for company wouldn’t be so bad ..."

After saying that, Killing Bee didn’t give Mountain Eagle a chance to respond; he took a military shovel from the trunk of a sedan and walked with the bag containing the body towards the wilderness across the road ...

The large dog, dirty all over, stood up and watched Killing Bee’s retreating figure, its head wavering between the puppies in Mountain Eagle’s hands and Killing Bee, finally setting its gaze firmly on Mountain Eagle.

Mountain Eagle did not expect to land in such trouble either; looking at the two hungry puppies in his arms, whining, he resignedly asked Marta, "Is there a supermarket nearby?"

Marta touched the wet noses of the small puppies and said, "It’s a half-hour drive away, right on the way to Ao Nan Beach."

Mountain Eagle, holding the puppies, turned to leave; by the time he got in the car, he discovered that the dog named ’Balang’ had already jumped into the back bed of the pickup ...

Balang was a Malinois, not large in size, and its fur, clumped and emanating an odor.

Mountain Eagle had to drive the car away several times in response to bared teeth and grimaces. After hesitating for a moment, he finally started the car and followed Marta’s directions towards the supermarket...

On the road, Mountain Eagle observed several times through the rearview mirror. Balang remained standing in the back of the car near the window, eyes fixed on the two puppies that were placed in a cardboard box on the rear seat...

No matter how much the vehicle jolted and shook, Balang’s body seemed to have some mechanism that allowed it to stay stable in one spot.

Mountain Eagle was very fond of dogs; he grew up with a crossbred wolf-dog in his family home named Hei Dan...

After his parents passed away, Mountain Eagle was taken care of by the factory and grew up with the help of neighbors. He had friends, but all his friends had families. When silence filled the nights and loneliness crept in, the real companion by Mountain Eagle’s side was Hei Dan.

Later, when Hei Dan died of old age, Mountain Eagle was deeply grieved during his high school years. Since then, he never kept a dog again.

But now...

Sitting in the passenger seat acting as a human GPS, Marta looked at Mountain Eagle’s profile and asked, "Did you just smile?"

Mountain Eagle, somewhat perplexed, said, "I’m a person who loves to smile; what about it?"

Marta squinted her eyes at Mountain Eagle, and when the two small dogs in the back seat started to whimper anxiously, she saw the corners of Mountain Eagle’s mouth smile again...

"Do you really like dogs?"

Mountain Eagle nodded slightly and said, "I used to love them when I was young..."

Marta turned her head to glance at the vigilant Balang and said with some worry, "Balang can’t be tied down!

Mi Lu once caught it with a trap, and it ended up destroying the cage!

If it weren’t for the fact it doesn’t attack people on its own, Mi Lu would have killed it already!"

Mountain Eagle casually said, "I’m not raising it; I’m raising its two kids...

I believe dogs have a soul. Even if Balang can’t be tamed, I have nothing to lose!"

Marta looked at Mountain Eagle, who suddenly seemed very affectionate, and blinking her big eyes, she said, "You’re Blood Fox’s apprentice; you must be busy, right?

Do you have time to raise dogs? Do you need my help?

You introduced me to the Volunteer Police; I can walk your dogs for free. I’m very familiar with Balang..."

Mountain Eagle glanced at Marta, who had an imploring look, and he shook his head, saying, "I’ve already told you the requirements; if you can meet them, I’ll definitely help.

You should earnestly go to school. Blood Fox has arranged for you to go to university in Singapore. After you graduate, if you still want to become a Volunteer Police, I will definitely help then."

After listening, Marta leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms, a bit annoyed, and said, "I’m not a child; I can decide what I want to do with my future..."

Mountain Eagle didn’t know the specific details of Marta’s family tragedy. He took out a stack of Thai Baht from his pocket and handed it to Marta, saying, "Want to hear my experience?"

Marta looked at the 2000 Thai Baht in her hand and frowned, "What do you mean?"

Mountain Eagle said with a smile, "I too am a young person. Young people don’t like to be lectured...

Do you know the difference between a dad and a dad flavor?"

Seeing Marta’s blank shake of her head, Mountain Eagle said with a smile, "The difference is that a dad really gives you money and truly has your best interests at heart!

Dad flavor fulfills the lecturer’s own desires!

My experience is this: those who give you money and consider your future are truly looking out for you.

Their decisions might not always be right, but they have your best interests at heart!"

Marta was startled for a moment, pulled back, hugging her chest defensively as she looked at Mountain Eagle, "I just wanted you to help me find a job; are you actually trying to be my dad?"

Mountain Eagle......