Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 5 - Recruitment

Yue Ziheng showcased the gun in his hand and said, "It seems you've omitted the spoils that can be gained from killing Naokan...

Without my help, after all the dangers you've faced, you can only earn a 50,000 US Dollar investigation fee...

But if I am willing to help, you could get 1.5 million US Dollars, and possibly even more, as drug dealers always like cash and gold."

Blood Fox listened, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "Kid, what you should really be worried about now is that I might agree to the second option, and then sell you to Naokan.

That way, I could get 1.05 million US Dollars without any risk."

Upon hearing this, Yue Ziheng shook his head and said, "I don't care, Naokan must die, and as long as I have the chance to get close to him, I can kill him.

And as you said, the initiative is not in my hands, so refusal is meaningless!"

Blood Fox glanced at Yue Ziheng's injured leg and finally nodded, saying, "You still don't fully trust me. Your chatter is mainly an attempt to buy time, but it is a good habit.

We have a deal!

We'll cooperate, and in return, I'll take you to Thailand after the mission succeeds and figure out a way to get you a new identity..."

While speaking, Blood Fox shook his head with a wry smile again, patted his slightly bald head, and said, "I'm old, and my heart has softened a bit...

Even though I know you want to buy time to heal, I can't help but want to give you a hand...

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It's rare to see a young man like you; it would be a bit of a shame for you to die!"

In theory, Yue Ziheng, who possessed a gun, should be in a dominant position at this stage, but the reality is that the real old-timer like Blood Fox had been able to read his mind all along and maintained the upper hand.

Yue Ziheng's leg injury was too severe; whatever he wanted to do would require enough time to recover.

Securing the position of a collaborator was the best treatment Yue Ziheng could strive for under such conditions.

Rather than being led by the nose and being completely passive in dealing with the impending events, a "collaborator" has at least some initiative, and can even make some requests, which greatly increases his chances of survival.

Yue Ziheng had killed many people in the past month; he was not afraid of combat, and as long as he had a gun in hand, he was confident that he could make anyone with ill intentions within his line of sight pay the price.

Given enough time, even just to regain a certain ability to walk, he could strive for more initiative and hold his fate in his hands as much as possible.

The two momentarily reached an agreement, and the atmosphere immediately relaxed a lot...

Yue Ziheng watched Blood Fox skillfully pull out a bottle of whiskey from the wardrobe, wipe the coffee cup he had just used with the corner of his clothes, and pour himself a drink...

Yue Ziheng declined the whiskey bottle passed by Blood Fox; it was only now he had the time to look around, and he moved closer to the sealed window, breathing a few breaths of the damp air.

Looking at Blood Fox, who was enjoying his drink, Yue Ziheng shook his head and said, "Can alcohol solve the problems you're facing now?

Even if your partner is very strong, the danger is always there for you."

After drinking a glass of whiskey, Blood Fox smiled at Yue Ziheng and, after stretching his fingers a few times, said, "It started trembling when I was 48 years old; only alcohol can cure its problem.

Kid, alcohol is the world's greatest invention...

Oh, you speak Russian, and it's with a St. Petersburg accent. Some of your word choices tell me you must have lived there for an extended time, so you should understand..."

Saying that, Blood Fox glanced at Yue Ziheng's pistol while picking up his own Makarov from the ground and putting it beside him; he smiled and said, "How did you manage that? I saw them take away the magazine..."

Yue Ziheng pointed at the backpack in the corner and said, "Bring it to me..."

Blood Fox casually stood up, walked to the corner, took Yue Ziheng's backpack along with some scattered odds and ends, and dumped everything onto the bed...

It was at this moment that Yue Ziheng finally got a clear view of Blood Fox...

The old chap had typical Slavic features but was less than 170cm tall. However, compared to his height disadvantage, his shoulders were very wide, his arms long, and though his belly was slightly protruding, it didn't make him look fat, but rather gave him a sturdy feel like a Mongolian wrestler.

Yue Ziheng took the backpack and fiddled with the bottom proficiently for a while, then said, "Looking at the room, you seem to have been tricked into coming here...

Those people outside should be particularly afraid of facing you head-on. Can you tell me why?

They took away my VSS but left the Ruger; I don't understand why..."

Saying this, Yue Ziheng pulled out two Luger Pistol magazines from a hidden layer at the bottom of the backpack...

He showed the two slim magazines to Blood Fox with a smile and said, "The person checking the backpack wasn't very thorough..."

Blood Fox shook his head with a smile and said, "Those 'Southeast Asia Truth Foundation' guys outside are just a bunch of idiots hiding behind the guise of humanitarianism to traffic drugs; they can't even realize the value of different guns.

But I was the one who checked your gear, maybe I am getting old, so..."

Saying this, Blood Fox leaned forward to open the wardrobe next to him and said, "Originally your ammo was all in here, those people stole all the bullets and even your rifle."

When Yue Ziheng heard this, he said with some confusion, "So how did they steal the bullets from your pistol, and how did they trick you into coming here?"

Blood Fox shrugged, looking somewhat annoyed, and said, "A man's mistake is usually because of a woman...

For an almost sixty-year-old retired old man, it's hard to resist the onslaught of a beautiful woman, especially when I was still not sure they were problematic..."

Seeing Blood Fox's wine-reddened nose because of anger, Yue Ziheng suddenly found it somewhat amusing...

"Are all KGB's vigilances like yours?"

Blood Fox snorted and said, "What do you think KGB is?

We're secret police, assassins, warriors, but we get old...

Now, I have to get up three times at night, worrying about wetting my own feet when I pee, and if I don't drink, my left hand will tremble...

I have to put all my effort into sleeping with that woman; otherwise, I'll worry about being laughed at...

But what does that matter? They're still afraid of me, and that already says a lot!"

Watching Blood Fox's slightly comical look, Yue Ziheng's mood improved a lot. Just when he thought of saying something to further improve their relationship, suddenly there was the sound of the door opening from outside...

"Click..."