Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 1 - A Huge Change in Life

The torrential rain washed over the Earth...

Raindrops the size of soybeans fell onto the muddy ground, bringing with them filthy puddles that splashed onto people's feet, forming one stinking black spot after another.

Platoons of armed police were running on the muddy roads...

In the basement of a lavishly decorated house on the outskirts of the border town Mongka, a tall man vigorously wiped the blood off his hands with a towel, then picked up two babies still in swaddling clothes and looked at a three-year-old boy with a fierce expression and gently said: "Son, hold your brother and sister's hand, follow behind me...

Close your eyes, no matter what's outside, don't look..."

As the man, like a train, carried babies and dragged seven or eight children, stepping on the blood-stained, sticky ground out of the basement, he heard the faint sound of police sirens in the distance...

The man did not show too much panic; he led the group of children around the corpses lying on the ground and into the living room of the house...

After forcefully shutting the house's main door, the man carefully placed the two babies in swaddling clothes on the long narrow table in the living room...

He ignored the terrified children, instead, he took his own son with a smile into the kitchen, patiently searching for snacks and making milk together, calming the child's anxious emotions with an extremely composed and serene demeanor.

"Don't be afraid, the police will arrive soon, be good and obedient, and soon mommy will take you home."

The man stuffed the few snacks and two milk bottles into his son's hands, then ruffled his hair and said, "When you get home, you must listen to mom..."

The boy seemed to realize something; his big eyes filling with tears, he pouted and said, "Daddy..."

The man squatted down and hugged the child tightly, smiling, "Don't worry, daddy still has some other things to do, you must be good and listen to mom..."

Saying this, the man kissed the child hard on the top of his head, then gently pushed him after getting him to turn around with both hands on his shoulders...

"You are a man, go take care of them..."

The man watched his son take three steps and look back as he left the kitchen, then took out his phone and sent a message to his wife. He then pulled out the SIM card, broke it, and threw it in the trash.

Listening to the faint sobbing and fearful crying of several children in the hall, the man took a deep breath, rubbed his aching eyes forcefully, turned around, opened the window and jumped into the darkness, rushing into the adjacent forest under the cover of heavy rain...

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A man with a rifle on his back was sprinting through the rainforest; whenever he was about to exhaust his strength, the footsteps and barking of police dogs chasing him from behind urged him to speed up...

The dim jungle was filled with a gloomy atmosphere, no matter how hard the man tried, he couldn't shake off the pressure from behind.

Tight lungs, difficulty breathing, increasingly heavy steps...

Persist, persist...

The man kept encouraging himself, but in the moment of seeing daylight, he lost his footing and fell off a cliff, then everything started spinning...

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"Ah..."

Yue Ziheng woke up from a nightmare; before he could even figure out what had happened, he felt intense pain in his right leg.

"Ugh..."

He subconsciously covered his knee with his right hand and groaned in pain, while his left hand reached towards his waist...

"Don't move, your knee is dislocated and your ankle has severe injuries. If you don't want to end up crippled, just lie there quietly."

The thick Slavic English accent and husky voice made Yue Ziheng pause. Only then did he realize he was on a small boat in motion, all his gear piled up in one corner of the cabin...

A Slavic old man with white hair and a bulbous nose was sitting beside the bed, holding a coffee in one hand and pouring a small bottle of vodka into it with the other.

"Where am I?"

After a slight easing of tension and with his whole body in pain, Yue Ziheng hoarsely said, "Did you save me?"

The Slavic old man took a sip of his specially brewed coffee, let out a pleasant sigh, then looked at the expression of pain on Yue Ziheng's face and said with a grin, "Technically, we saved your life, but whether you'll thank me is not a sure thing..."

Yue Ziheng grimaced and lay down on the hard bed, slightly moving his body, which was in pain at every spot, and after a sigh, he said in fluent Russian, "No matter what, you fished me out of the Mekong River, without you I might already be dead.

Thank you!"

Upon hearing this, the Slavic old man curiously leaned closer to Yue Ziheng, took a good look and said, "I didn't expect a murder suspect like you to speak Russian..."

Yue Ziheng abruptly became tense; he watched the Slavic old man warily and said gravely, "I don't know what you're talking about..."

The Slavic old man finished the coffee in his hand, then put the cup on a small table and removed a crumpled paper from the wall so that the moist air outside could flow in, allowing Yue Ziheng to breathe a fresh breath of air...

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"25 days, battling across 2700 kilometers, 76 lives...

Kid, you're now a suspect in a serial shooting case, and offering valuable clues can earn you 50,000 RMB...

So I say, don't be in a hurry to thank me!"

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Yue Ziheng gasped a few times in pain, his arms straining to prop up his upper body so he could sit up, and then he shifted his body slightly, leaning his back against the rust-stained wall.

The sharp pain in his waist caused Yue Ziheng's cheeks to twitch; he looked at the old Slavic man in front of him and said with a bitter smile, "Something about the timing seems off. How many days have I been unconscious?"

The elderly Slavic man looked at Yue Ziheng moving to sit up on the bed, then glanced at the pile of equipment in the corner and said with a grin, "Kid, when storing weapons, separating the ammunition is a basic requirement.

Unless you can conjure bullets out of thin air, those guns won't be of any use to you even if you get your hands on them.

You've been out for four days. If I were you, I wouldn't be looking for trouble at this time..."

With his back against the wall, feeling the rocking of the ship, Yue Ziheng took several deep breaths to alleviate the pain in his body. He looked at the old man and, with a hoarse voice, asked, "Where are we heading?

I've been unconscious for four days; you should have handed me over to Hua Country by now..."

With a wry shake of his head, Yue Ziheng added, "50,000, indeed a decent sum..."

After listening, the elderly Slavic man flashed a smile and said, "50,000 RMB is the official bounty. It seems they are not especially eager to catch you; you're still just a suspect to this point.

However, there are others beyond the official channels who want your life. In the black market, you're worth 1 million US Dollars.

The Naokan drug trafficking syndicate from the Golden Triangle has put up a 1 million dollar price on your head, hence we're currently en route to the Golden Triangle."

"The Golden Triangle?"

Yue Ziheng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly his eyes widened and he said, "Were the people I killed related to the Golden Triangle drug traffickers?"

The old Slavic man nodded and said, "I checked the public news about you and then compared it with the underground information...

Among the last 14 people you killed in Mongka, one was the son of Naokan, a drug lord from the Golden Triangle..."

Looking at Yue Ziheng with a look of admiration, the old man said, "You took down an important smuggling route all by yourself; how did you do it?

If it wasn't for the official reports, I would doubt the veracity of it..."

Yue Ziheng gave a bitter smile and shook his head, replying, "My son was kidnapped; I just followed a lead and kept on 'asking questions' upward..."

The old man gave a slight nod after hearing this, stating, "There's no information about your son in the Hua Country reports. It seems they've already figured out the identities of those you've killed and have taken measures to protect your family..."

Looking at the harmless-looking Yue Ziheng, the old man said with a smile, "So far, you've been performing quite well...

But you're a bit too calm!

It seems like you've got a plan to get out of this predicament. What are you going to do?"

Yue Ziheng looked at the old man whose expression was now slightly mocking. He straightened his upper body with difficulty and said in a deep voice, "I will take control of you, grab the gun on you, and then escape from here..."

Upon hearing this, the old man drew the handgun from his waist and asked curiously, "How do you plan to achieve your idea?"

As he spoke, the old man glanced at Yue Ziheng's right hand, which had been propping him up behind his back, and said with a smile, "All with the rust you scraped off the wall?"

Yue Ziheng's expression froze for a moment...

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Just when the old man was about to continue speaking, Yue Ziheng brought his right hand from behind his back and scattered the rust particles he had scraped off the wall on the floor...

For a moment, as the old man's gaze was instinctively drawn to the rust, Yue Ziheng swiftly grabbed the thin pillow with his left hand and swung it at the old man's wrist holding the gun, then he threw himself vigorously to the left...

With his good left leg pushing off the ground, he lunged several meters, diving into the corner filled with miscellaneous items and equipment.

The old man wasn't visibly panicked; he didn't even stand up from his chair but instead turned to look at Yue Ziheng, who had now seized the handgun and was pointing it at him...

"Just this? A gun without bullets is like a bull without balls, it can't scare anyone..."

"Click"

While the old man was speaking, a bullet whizzed past his ear and struck the shabby wardrobe behind him.

Looking at Yue Ziheng's hand holding the Ruger Mark 4 Silent Pistol with a silencer...

This gun used .22 caliber subsonic bullets, and, in combination with the silencer, it could almost entirely eliminate the primer noise and the sound of the bullet's discharge.

Even in the confined space of the boat cabin, the sound of the gunshot was almost imperceptible amidst the engine's noise.

With furrowed brows, the old man touched his hot ear and, looking at Yue Ziheng whose face twisted in agony, asked, "How did you do it?"