Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 92: The Magical Bajao People

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: The Magical Bajao People

Mountain Eagle returned to the shooting range at a fast pace...

The mountaintop hotel that Taigore had arranged for him was only a 20-minute car ride from Ao Nan Beach, but Marta had previously given him the wrong directions, causing Mountain Eagle to waste nearly two hours.

As long as they found the right road, the drive back to the shooting range near Ko Lanta from the mountaintop would take only 50 minutes.

Mountain Eagle seemed somewhat helpless and melancholic during this journey!

The location of that mountain, as well as the infrastructure and houses that had already been built on it, were much better than he had imagined.

But only half of the whole project had been completed, and to finish the other half, even if the construction of several other houses were abandoned, just installing water and electricity, as well as the interior decoration of two herringbone exquisite houses, was a huge task that required a lot of money.

Taigore was definitely generous; the land in the mountainous area was not expensive, but the road and ground projects that had been finished must have cost the previous investors a lot.

Imagine what the completed construction on the mountaintop would look like?

Tourists from all corners of the world, chasing the breathtaking sunset, would have a cup of hand-ground coffee in the glow of the evening sun, pouring out their love to each other in the golden light, and when emotions peak, heading to the exquisite mountaintop cabins for a physical and spiritual release...

Such a hotel at 500 US dollars a day, would probably sell out.

Unfortunately, the investors withdrew their funding and fled, leaving behind assets that are of huge value to some, but a great burden to those who don’t need them.

Mountain Eagle was torn between needing and not needing it, because he hadn’t paid a penny for that land, so he really wanted it!

But since completing it still required a lot of money, he hesitated...

The sleep-thoughtful Mountain Eagle completely forgot that the two little puppies he had taken in hadn’t had milk for quite a while...

By the time the car stopped in front of the shooting range, Balang, with extreme cleverness, opened the car door by biting the handle with his teeth and then brought over a cardboard box carrying his two sons to the side of the driver’s cabin, incessantly puffing to remind Mountain Eagle...

Mountain Eagle took over the cardboard box, didn’t even glance at Balang, told Marta to bring everything they’d bought, and then turned around and entered the shooting range...

The closed shooting range was far from quiet, as gunshots could be heard from time to time from an indoor training area...

After feeding milk to the two little dogs, Mountain Eagle placed them on the desk in his room and opened the window to let Balang, who was always wandering outside, listen for any noise they made; then he went downstairs towards the brightly lit shooting area...

When Mountain Eagle arrived, Blood Fox and Mi Lu, the two old men, were grilling meat with beers in their hands, while two ultraviolet insect lamps from Hua Country crackled beside them...

At a long table, Killing Bee was holding a pistol, competing in marksmanship with a tall and thin elderly man...

Killing Bee was using a standard shooting posture, firing at targets the size of a melon at distances of 10 meters, 20 meters, and 30 meters.

As the Glock pistol rattled off a series of gunshots, the human head targets rhythmically sounded with metallic clangs.

Killing Bee’s pistol firing rate wasn’t fast, but his rhythm was quite good; although he missed two targets at 30 meters, his pistol shooting level was already considered very proficient.

Seeing Mountain Eagle, Blood Fox grabbed a beer and threw it to him, motioning loudly, "Kid, come over and watch how a real Gun God shoots..."

Mountain Eagle twisted off the beer cap for a sip, then walked over to Blood Fox’s side, watching the tall and thin man from a distance of seven or eight meters...

The guy was casually dressed in outdoor shorts and a floral shirt, with a revolver hanging loosely from his waist.

Just when Mountain Eagle was curious about how impressive this ’Gun God’ could be, the man finished his beer and threw the bottle out with force...

Just as Mountain Eagle thought the man intended to shoot the bottle, the tall and thin man quickly drew his revolver...

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The revolver fired almost the instant it cleared the holster, definitely in a fraction over a second, and not two, hitting all the targets...

With the targets ringing with a ding ding dang dang, the bottle flung into the air was also shattered.

Mountain Eagle rubbed his eyes, looking at the targets swaying in the distance—a total of five 10-meter targets plus a wine bottle. But no matter how he recalled, he felt like he had only heard five gunshots...

Just when Mountain Eagle thought the performance was over, the tall and thin man winked at the unsatisfied Killing Bee, then vigorously shook his revolver to eject the spent cartridges. With incredible speed, he grabbed a speed loader from the table, almost tossing the six bullets into the cylinder in a pouring motion, then raised his gun to fire rapidly...

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The 20-meter targets started to sound erratically...

Then the tall and thin man repeated what, to Mountain Eagle, seemed an unimaginable reloading operation, and pulled the trigger again...

The 30-meter targets began to sound erratically...

There was no so-called shooting rhythm; it was pure speed—irrational speed, unbelievable speed!

And Mountain Eagle could be sure that the number of gunshots he heard was incorrect...

This definitely wasn’t the other party cheating; it was that the tall and thin man was shooting so fast that the gunshots were overlapping.

"How did he do that?"

Mountain Eagle looked at Blood Fox with some shock...

Just being fast couldn’t impress Mountain Eagle much.

The United States has its own special competitions, where those madmen tweak revolvers so they fire at the slightest touch, firing six shots in one second is actually not that extraordinary; an old man in the United States set a record of eight shots in one second.

But here lies the problem, that old man may be faster, but he was hitting a single target, whereas this tall and thin man was hitting six targets, one of which was a flying wine bottle...

Now that’s somewhat incredible!

Blood Fox, seeing the shocked expression on Mountain Eagle’s face, proudly laughed and said, "Kid, your marksmanship is great, but you have to understand, in this world, there are unbelievable fellows, and you’re nothing special!"

Just when Mountain Eagle was about to nod in agreement, Mi Lu on the side disdainfully said, "Don’t listen to his nonsense, that guy is only fast with a revolver, but it’s actually useless...

If he tucked that broken gun into his waistband, it could blow off his own junk at any time!"

"Hey, Mi Lu, you’re just jealous of me, aren’t you?"

The tall and thin man moved from under the light to beside the barbecue stove, picked up a beer bottle to gesture towards Mountain Eagle, took a gulp, and then said with a smile, "This dump of yours is getting worse and worse, I’m getting a little worried about leaving my baby here for you to look after..."

It was then that Mountain Eagle realized that the guy was actually a very handsome Southeast Asian native...

Mi Lu really didn’t like the tall and thin man’s show-off attitude, and disdainfully waved him off, "Then hurry up and take it away, don’t occupy my space..."

Blood Fox smirked as he patted Mountain Eagle’s shoulder, and said, "Let me introduce you—to Eddie, a dishonorably retired Arctic Fox member, a Bajao man who loves Western movies and ended up being kept by a French mademoiselle...

He has the second fastest shooting in Arctic Fox, but can stay underwater for a really long time, the best diver in the world."

Mountain Eagle listened and reached out to shake hands with Eddie, saying, "Hello, my name is Mountain Eagle..."

Eddie smiled and shook hands with Mountain Eagle, saying, "Blood Fox has told me a lot about you, you’re incredible!"

Mountain Eagle let go of Eddie’s wide, dry palm, smiled, and said, "Then I am honored..."

Mountain Eagle glanced at the Colt Revolver hanging on Eddie’s waist, shook his head at Blood Fox, and said, "I don’t believe there can be anyone faster than Eddie..."

Upon hearing this, Blood Fox laughed heartily, and said, "Then you need to improve your imagination...

The guy who is faster than Eddie is called ’Camel’, an American cowboy, and it was from him that Eddie learned."

Mi Lu, seeing the look of shock on Mountain Eagle’s face, said with disdain, "These two are both dropouts and washouts; they’re only impressive when shooting at targets."