Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 1 A Big Change in Life
Heavy rain washes the earth...

Raindrops the size of soybeans fell on the muddy ground, carrying dirty mud and water and splashing on people's feet, forming one black spot after another with a slight odor.

A large number of armed policemen were running on the muddy road...

In the basement of a luxuriously decorated house outside the border town of Mengka, a tall man wiped the blood off his hands with a towel, picked up two babies who were still in their cradles, and then looked at a chubby boy about three years old and said gently: "Son, hold your brother and sister's hands and follow me...

Close your eyes, don’t look at anything outside…”

When the man walked out of the basement, carrying the baby and dragging seven or eight children like a train, stepping on the ground that had become sticky due to blood, he heard the faint sound of sirens in the distance...

The man did not show any signs of panic. He led a group of children around the bodies lying on the ground and entered the main room of the house...

After firmly closing the door of the house, the man carefully placed the two babies in swaddling clothes on the table in the main room...

He did not pay attention to the frightened children, but pulled his son into the kitchen with a smile on his face, patiently helped the child find snacks and make milk, and used an extremely calm and composed attitude to ease the child's nervousness.

"Don't be afraid, the police will be here soon. Just be good and listen to what your mother says, and your mother will take you home soon."

The man stuffed a few snacks and two milk bottles into his son's hands, then rubbed his head and said, "Listen to your mother when you get home..."

The boy seemed to realize something. His big eyes were filled with tears. He pouted and said, "Dad..."

The man squatted on the ground and hugged the child tightly, then said with a smile: "Don't worry, Daddy has something else to do, you must listen to Mommy obediently..."

The man gave the child a strong kiss on the top of his head, then he held his shoulders with both hands, turned him around, and gave him a gentle push...

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

Seeing his son walking out of the kitchen looking back every few steps, the man took out his phone, sent a message to his wife, then pulled out the SIM card, broke it and threw it into the trash can.

Listening to the faint sobs and frightened cries of several children in the main room, the man took a deep breath, rubbed his sore eyes vigorously, turned around, opened the window, jumped into the darkness, and rushed into the woods next to him under the cover of the heavy rain...

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A man with a rifle on his back was running wildly in the rain forest. Whenever he was about to run out of energy, the footsteps of the pursuers and the barking of the police dogs would urge him to speed up...

The dim jungle was filled with a gloomy atmosphere, and no matter how hard the man tried, he could not relieve the pressure from behind.

My lungs feel tight, my breathing becomes difficult, and my steps become heavier...

Persist, persist...

The man kept cheering himself up, but the moment he saw the light of day, he slipped and fell off the cliff, and then the world spun around...

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"what……"

Yue Ziheng woke up from a nightmare, and before he could react to what happened, he felt a sharp pain in his right leg.

"Uh……"

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

"Don't move. Your knee is dislocated and your ankle is badly injured. If you don't want to become a cripple, just lie still."

The thick Russian English accent and hoarse voice made Yue Ziheng stunned for a moment. Only then did he realize that he was on a moving boat, and all his equipment was placed in a corner of the cabin...

An old Slavic man with gray hair and a trough nose was sitting by the bed, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and pouring a small bottle of vodka into the coffee with the other.

"Where am I?"

After the tension eased slightly, Yue Ziheng, who was in pain all over, said in a hoarse voice: "You saved me?"

The old Slavic man took a sip of his specially brewed coffee, let out a long sigh of enjoyment, then looked at Yue Ziheng with a painful expression, grinned and said: "Theoretically, we saved your life, but I'm not sure whether you will thank me..."

Yue Ziheng smiled bitterly as he lay on the hard bed, slightly moving his body which was in pain everywhere, and after sighing, he said in fluent Russian: "Anyway, you pulled me out of the Mekong River. Without you, I might have died.

Thanks! "

When the Slavic old man heard this, he curiously came to Yue Ziheng's side and took a closer look, and said: "I didn't expect that you, a murder suspect, can speak Russian..."

Yue Ziheng instantly became nervous. He looked at the old Slavic man warily and said in a deep voice, "I don't know what you are talking about..."

The old Slavic man drank the coffee in his hand, then placed the coffee cup on a small table. He also removed a piece of paper from the wall to let the moist air from the outside in, allowing Yue Ziheng to breathe a breath of fresh air...

"25 days, 2700 kilometers, 76 lives lost... Boy, you are now a suspect in a serial shooting case. If you provide any valid clues, you will receive 5 RMB...

So I told you not to thank me in a hurry!"

After hearing this, Yue Ziheng gasped in pain a few times, and used his arms to support his upper body so that he could sit up. Then he tried to move his body and lean his back against the rusty wall.

The sharp pain from his waist and abdomen made Yue Ziheng's cheek twitch. He looked at the Slavic old man in front of him, smiled bitterly and said, "The time seems wrong. How many days was I unconscious?"

The old Slavic man watched Yue Ziheng sitting on the bed, then glanced at the equipment piled in the corner, and said with a smile: "Boy, it is a basic requirement to separate the gun and the bullet when keeping the weapons.

Unless you can conjure up bullets, those guns are useless even if you get them.

You have been in a coma for 4 days. If I were you, I would never cause trouble at this time..."

Yue Ziheng leaned against the wall and felt the swaying of the boat. He took a few deep breaths to ease the pain in his body. He looked at the old man and said in a hoarse voice, "Where are we going?
I was in a coma for 4 days, you should have handed me over to the Chinese side..."

Yue Ziheng shook his head bitterly and said: "5 is a good number..."

The old Slav smiled and said, "5 RMB is the official offer. It seems that they are not particularly concerned about arresting you. You are still just a suspect.

But there are other people outside the officialdom who want your life. On the black market, you are now worth $100 million.

The Naukan Cartel in the Golden Triangle has offered $100 million for your head, so we are on our way to the Golden Triangle now."

"Golden Triangle?"

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

The old Slav nodded and said, "I checked the public news about you and compared it with the underground news...

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

The old man looked at Yue Ziheng with admiration and said, "You destroyed an important smuggling route by yourself, how did you do it?
If it wasn’t announced publicly, I would have doubted the truth of the matter…”

Yue Ziheng smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "My son was kidnapped. I just found a clue and kept asking questions..."

The old man nodded slightly after listening and said, "There is no information about your son in the Chinese report. It seems that they have figured out the identities of those people you killed and have protected your family..."

The old man looked at the harmless Yue Ziheng and said with a smile: "You have performed very well so far...

But you are a little too calm!

You seem to have a way out of your current predicament, what are you going to do?"

Yue Ziheng looked at the old man with a slightly playful expression. He straightened his body with difficulty and said in a deep voice: "I will control you, take the gun from you, and then leave here..."

After hearing this, the old man pulled out the pistol from his waist and asked curiously, "How are you going to realize your idea?"

As he spoke, the old man looked at Yue Ziheng's right hand, which had been supporting his back, and said with a smile: "Just the rust you picked off the wall?"

Yue Ziheng was stunned for a moment after hearing this...

Just as the old man wanted to continue talking, he took out his right hand from behind his back and threw the rust particles from the wall onto the ground...

The moment the old man's eyes were subconsciously attracted, Yue Ziheng picked up a thin pillow with his left hand and swung it on the old man's wrist holding the gun, and then he threw himself to the left with all his strength...

He used his intact left foot to gain leverage from the ground and flew a few meters before diving into a corner where sundries and equipment were piled up.

The old man was obviously not panicking. He didn't even stand up from the stool. Instead, he turned around and looked at Yue Ziheng who had already taken the pistol and pointed it at him...

"That's it? A pistol without bullets is like a bull without balls. It can't scare anyone..."

"clatter"

As the old man was speaking, a bullet grazed his ear and hit the simple wardrobe behind him.

Looking at the Ruger Mark 4 silenced pistol with a silencer in Yue Ziheng's hand...

This gun uses .22 subsonic bullets, and with the use of a silencer, it can almost eliminate most of the noise from the bullet primer and the discharge of the barrel.

Even in the cramped cabin, the sound of the gun firing was almost negligible under the noise of the engine.

The old man frowned and stroked his burning ear. Looking at Yue Ziheng, who looked a little ferocious because of the pain in his body, he said, "How did you do it?"

(End of this chapter)