Capítulo 1547: Chapter 1257: Action-Oriented Communication

‘Mountain Eagle’ cut off communication with Boss Qiao, then walked to the window and looked at the street below…

A chubby Chinese girl and a tall, slender Seville girl were leading a bunch of kids in reveling with the people on the street.

The so-called ‘Crocodile Prince’ of Sangha Town was being dragged around the street by a lazy-looking crocodile, behaving tyrannically.

The little prince, wearing a Glock diaper, was standing in the stroller with his somewhat frail little half-brother, both shaking their little butts and arguing with a street vendor selling water ghosts…

An old black man with a team of black soldiers stood guard on both sides of the children, and the local people of Sangha Town naturally isolated all outsiders from the children.

Everyone was happy about the prince’s first shopping trip, though he didn’t show much patience, everyone still liked it…

Because the people of P.B. are impatient, this is the style that the P.B. prince should have.

The vendor was a toothless old man with a sulky mouth. Facing the prince’s urging, he carefully cleaned his hands and then put some fruits into a juice machine, which was considered advanced equipment in Sangha Town. Soon, two cups of mixed juice were ready.

The toothless old man looked at the cheap plastic cups he prepared and hesitated for a moment before rushing into the grocery store across the street. He grabbed two baby bottles, washed them several times with water, filled them with full cups of juice for the little princes, and handed them over…

Igor took the bottle, tried it boldly, and happily tapped the stroller with it, signaling the crocodile driver to move, and ‘woo-woo-zz’ indicated the vendor to get out of the way…

Watching the domineering Sangha Town prince made the surrounding people burst into laughter. ‘Mountain Eagle’ showed a hint of warmth in his eyes, then looked to the other side of the street at a few people, his gaze turned cold, and he took out a civilian radio, plugged in his earphones…

“‘Blood Fox’, I’ve settled with Hu Lang, delivery in Manila, Philippines, 2 million commission, immunity…”

‘Mountain Eagle’s words left the ‘Blood Fox’ on the other end of the radio stunned for a long time…

“Are you sure?”

‘Mountain Eagle’ stared at those few people and said, “I’m sure, but I want to prepare a little gift for that Hu Lang before leaving.

‘Blood Fox’, I want to take down those Mossad agents, help me re-plan a retreat route.”

‘Blood Fox’ was stunned for a moment, then said helplessly, “‘Mountain Eagle’, those people cannot harm those children, that old man and those Bat Squad guys are extremely tough!”

Speaking, ‘Blood Fox’ seemed to emphasize so that ‘Mountain Eagle’ would listen: “They are very, very tough!”

‘Mountain Eagle’ listened and firmly said, “‘Blood Fox’, whether those children’s bodyguards are tough has nothing to do with our actions.

Hu Lang is very capable, and the way he does things isn’t like the Hu Lang you imagine.

We need to do something to fully demonstrate our position and abilities!”

Saying that ‘Mountain Eagle’ remembered Chauvin, who had just appeared on camera, and he said with a smile, “I just learned something, that is, you must clearly express your abilities and demands to avoid misunderstandings.

I’m now considered a mercenary too, and the only thing mercenaries are worth looking at for is combat capability!”

‘Blood Fox’ was stunned for a moment and said slightly helplessly, “Alright, you’re the team leader now, you make the calls.

Check your phone in two minutes, I’ll send you the route map and prepare some props for you…

In Sangha Town, it’s impossible to avoid everyone’s gaze, we need some other assistance.

Do you remember the things I taught you?”

‘Mountain Eagle’ turned around, put on a baseball cap, and walked out with a smile, “I remember, stay calm, keep your pace, don’t avoid others’ gaze…”

While speaking, ‘Mountain Eagle’ picked up a backpack, put on a slightly worn baseball cap, and pushed the door open, leaving the inn room.

He walked to the front desk, smiled and greeted a chubby black girl, checked out, left an appropriate tip, mixed a welcome drink at the front desk, and then walked onto the bustling street with the drink…

After walking a dozen meters, ‘Mountain Eagle’s phone suddenly rang. He took out his phone and glanced at the marked route on it…

Standing among the crowd, he stood on tiptoe to look at the shop signs on either side of the distant street, put away his phone, walked to a small stall selling roujiamo, carefully selected a piece of fat and lean meat, and asked the owner to make a flavorful roujiamo…

Taking a bite of the roujiamo, ‘Mountain Eagle’ gave a thumbs up to the black owner, saying, “Thanks, it’s the authentic taste…”

The black owner was overjoyed at the Chinese man’s compliment, repeatedly refusing the US Dollar that ‘Mountain Eagle’ handed over, and said in awkward Chinese with a strong northeastern accent, “Sturdy, sturdy, bro, sturdy…”

‘Mountain Eagle’ was dumbfounded for a moment, then gave another thumbs-up, bid farewell to the enthusiastic owner, and like a real tourist, slowly strolled forward with a drink in one hand and food in the other…

As he approached the tavern where the Mossad agents were, a local police crew suddenly appeared ahead.

The leader was an ordinary-looking black man, but ‘Mountain Eagle’ immediately recognized the guy’s identity…

That was one of Hu Lang’s bodyguards, Ronnie…

‘Mountain Eagle’s footsteps were slightly faster than those of the people Ronnie was leading. As he approached the tavern door, he passed the meat sandwich to his left hand and then, as if searching for something, he fumbled inside his thin jacket with his right hand…

A .22 caliber Ruger Silent Pistol was gripped in his hand…

Fireworks suddenly exploded atop a building at the far end of the street. Amidst the series of booms, a few fireworks blossomed in the sky, illuminating the black night…

In the booming of the fireworks, ‘Mountain Eagle’ tucked the Ruger into his abdomen, firing continuously through his jacket.

The bullets precisely hit the heads of four Mossad agents, causing them to collapse onto the tavern table…

The Ruger Silent Pistol was not very powerful, and the bullets didn’t have much penetration. The subtle gunfire was almost indiscernible amidst the fireworks’ roar, not even heard by Ronnie, who was only a few meters away.

Just as ‘Mountain Eagle’ was about to brush past Ronnie, the gun disappeared from his hand, replaced by a mobile phone.

The act of answering the phone allowed ‘Mountain Eagle’ to naturally avoid Ronnie’s gaze. Yet, just as the two were passing each other, Ronnie lightly bumped into ‘Mountain Eagle’ and then said, ‘Sorry’…

‘Mountain Eagle’ suppressed the urge to recoil, smiled, and nodded to indicate he was fine, continuing to advance, phone in hand, past the group.

‘Mountain Eagle’ walked briskly forward for fifteen meters, turned into a clothing store, changed into a casual outfit and a brand-new baseball cap, checked out, borrowed the store’s restroom, and exited the street from the back.

He hurried several hundred meters along a path, then entered a restaurant through its back door, blending in behind two elderly men settling their bill, and re-emerged onto the street…

Surveying the unchanged street, one of the flamboyant old men, clad in sunglasses, said, “‘Mountain Eagle,’ you failed…”

‘Mountain Eagle’ heard this, bitterly smiled, and took out a business card from his pocket, saying, “I succeeded, but I was still discovered…”

As he spoke, ‘Mountain Eagle’ looked at the lion-head logo and string of numbers on the card, and said helplessly, “You’re right, the PB people are really formidable. I didn’t even notice how that Ronnie managed to slip the card into my pocket.”

‘Blood Fox’ glanced sideways at ‘Mountain Eagle’, saying, “You made your mark, and this is PB’s turf, so it’s normal!

However, we didn’t use all our preparation, which shows that Hu Lang indeed means no harm to you!

This is a good sign…”

‘Mountain Eagle’ nodded slightly and said, “I suppose so. Let’s leave here for Southeast Asia…”

‘Blood Fox’ heard this, shook his head, and said, “NO, we need to first settle the designer in Sangha Town. I don’t want to keep running around the world with that guy.

It’s very safe here!

Delivering the goods to Southeast Asia doesn’t mean we have to bring the designer there. I believe Hu Lang would prefer to collect the designer in Sangha Town.

To us, this guy is poison, but to Hu Lang, he is a significant bargaining chip, with which he can obtain many things beyond our wildest dreams!”

Saying this, ‘Blood Fox’ patted the slightly silent ‘Mountain Eagle’ on the back, saying, “You’re a qualified gunman, but if you want to establish yourself in this line of work, you have a lot to learn!

Iblis is very powerful, you need to grow quickly, and then you can rightfully reclaim the title of ‘Arctic Fox’.

Moose and I are too old, and time is running out for you!”

A silent elderly man from Eastern Europe suddenly lifted his head, speaking in a hoarse voice, “Don’t listen to him. Just take down Iblis, and reclaim the Arctic Fox’s retirement fund, and that’s enough.

Iblis killed ‘Silver Fox’, forcibly took over the team account, but the retirement fund is different, it requires two Arctic Fox members to be present to reconfirm ownership.

‘Mountain Eagle’, the Arctic Fox once had over a hundred members, but only twenty or so have descendants left, and most of them are the family members recruited by ‘Silver Fox’ in the past decade.

I don’t know them, but I am a first-generation Arctic Fox, and I have responsibilities towards them!

Reclaim the pension fund account, take care of those people, and the rest of the money is yours!

Don’t you want to care for your family back home?

Those managing the pension fund accounts have ways to discreetly transfer the funds, and provide you with legitimate reasons to hand over the money to the people you designate!”

‘Mountain Eagle’ listened, somewhat resignedly saying, “‘Moose’, I’m not in this for money, but because you took me in when I was at my lowest.”

‘Moose’ stared at ‘Mountain Eagle’ with his grey eyes, speaking in a hoarse voice, “You need to change your habits. Mercenaries must be compensated for everything they do, or not only will clients not trust you, but even friends will doubt you.

Earn the most money, do the toughest jobs, that’s the best kind of mercenary!”

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“Impressive? How impressive?”