The moment the villa door opened, Mountain Eagle raised a coconut with his left hand to block the view of the person opening the door, then raised his right hand and pulled the trigger...
Two bullets burst into the brain from the lower jaw of the door opener, bulging at the top of his head...
As the person fell backward, Mountain Eagle discarded the coconut, grabbed the person’s neck and mounted the gun on his shoulder, pushing him as he barged into the villa...
The scar-faced bodyguard was sitting on the sofa with a laptop, watching a movie, by the time he realized something was wrong it was already too late...
Due to the angle and distance, a floor lamp blocked the head of the scar-faced bodyguard, so Mountain Eagle chose to shoot the body.
The moment the bullets penetrated the body, the scar-faced bodyguard cringed in pain as if punched in the liver, groaning and curling up intensely on the sofa...
A .22 bullet hit in the abdomen is unlikely to be instantly fatal; by the time the scar-faced bodyguard gathered breath to call for help...
Mountain Eagle bolted the front door with his foot, pushed the body he was holding to the side of the scar-faced bodyguard, and shot him twice in the head.
Then Mountain Eagle placed the body next to the scar-faced bodyguard, arranging their arms to cuddly nestle together, watching "Friends" on the computer...
After finishing, Mountain Eagle retrieved the Hummingbird hovering near the ceiling, listened outside the master bedroom door, then ejected the magazine from Flower Fairy’s pistol, and loaded several bullets from his pocket...
Slowly pulling the slide to chamber, Mountain Eagle held the gun in one hand and turned the doorknob with the other, bursting into the room...
The woman in the room, in a virus-induced delirious state, was naked, twisting on the disheveled large bed.
The obese Vilter was sitting on a chair by the bed, holding a glass ice pot, about to take a few puffs to boost the mood...
Hearing the door open, Vilter cursed angrily, turning back to shout but a gun barrel was shoved into his mouth...
Unable to speak, Vilter raised his hands, continuously sobbing, trying to say something.
Mountain Eagle clenched his left hand, curved his thumb, pressed the pad of the thumb against the knuckle of the forefinger, forming a cone shape, then swung his arm forcefully smashing right below Vilter’s ear, knocking him out instantly.
A few minutes later, when Vilter came to, he saw Mountain Eagle binding a continuously writhing and moaning woman to the bed, then sealed her eyes and mouth with duct tape.
Feeling his limbs immobilised, Vilter panicked, looking down to discover his forearms and calves tied separately to the armrests and legs of the chair with several thick zip ties.
Vilter’s belly, bloated with fat, almost filled up the chair, also depriving him of any space to move.
Just as Vilter was about to scream for help, he found his mouth sealed with tape too.
Having taken care of the woman, Mountain Eagle heard noises from Vilter, turned his head to look at him, then glanced at his watch, turned on the camera mode on his phone, placed it on the TV cabinet against the wall aiming at Vilter...
Facing the struggling Vilter, Mountain Eagle removed his mask, smiled at him amidst his terrified gaze...
Watching Vilter wriggle and struggle in the chair like a fat maggot, Mountain Eagle did not rush to interrogate, but instead checked the villa, found their luggage and electronic devices, and also uncovered a large stack of cash...
After finding a bag to pack these valuable items, Mountain Eagle pulled up a chair and sat in front of Vilter.
Ignoring the agitated look on Vilter’s face, Mountain Eagle fished out a cigar cutter from the valuables and, under Vilter’s horrified gaze, clamped it onto one of his fingers and forcefully snipped it off.
After the deed, Mountain Eagle watched as Vilter, who was sitting in the chair, continuously struggled and moaned in pain. He then picked up a windproof lighter used for lighting cigars, ignited it, and used the high-temperature flame to cauterize Vilter’s amputated finger wound...
Due to the pain, the veins on Vilter’s neck bulged, his eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he kept trying to hit the back of his head against the wall behind him as if to alleviate his agony.
Mountain Eagle, slightly displeased, pulled the chair away from the wall, then picked up the Flower Fairy handgun and shot at the gaps of Vilter’s knee joints on both legs...
The .22 caliber bullets couldn’t penetrate the leg bones, but stuck in the joints along the gaps in the bones, causing intense pain...
By then, the pain from the amputated finger was nothing; Vilter, as if shocked by electricity, didn’t dare to move his legs but kept thrusting his torso and shaking his head violently, moaning loudly, trying to say something...
Mountain Eagle seemed unaware of his plea. He was like a craftsman full of professionalism, using the cigar cutter to completely sever all the fingers on Vilter’s left hand, then finally satisfied, he used the lighter to stop the bleeding...
During this time, Vilter fainted several times, but each time he was awakened by even more excruciating pain...
When Mountain Eagle turned his attention to his right hand, Vilter again shook his head violently, attempting to speak.
It was then that Mountain Eagle noticed his attempts, he raised his index finger to his lips in a silencing gesture, and as he was about to continue with the cigar cutter, Vilter, tears streaming down his face, loudly whimpered trying to speak...
Mountain Eagle made a puzzled expression and said, "You want to talk?"
Vilter nodded vigorously as tears streamed down his face...
Mountain Eagle hesitated for a moment, then reached over and peeled off the duct tape over his mouth, saying, "The soundproofing in the house is good, but please don’t scream or shout. I’m not done yet, and if my rhythm gets disrupted, I will get very angry!"
Vilter nodded vigorously...
As Mountain Eagle ripped off the tape, Vilter gasped for air and shakily spoke in a tearful voice, "Who are you? What did I do wrong? Why are you doing this to me?"
Mountain Eagle, with a smile, placed the cigar cutter on one of his right-hand fingers in front of Vilter’s terrified eyes and asked, "You don’t know?"
Stunned, Vilter trembled and said, "Are you from the CIA?"
As Vilter groaned in pain, he said, "The loss of those drugs worth 20 million wasn’t my fault, it was those terrorists being untrustworthy...
Give me some time, just a little time and I can make up that money. I’ve already negotiated with them. I’ll soon retrieve those drugs...
I have stashed one million US Dollars in cash in my apartment in Pattaya Sky Park; you can take it first...
Just give me a little time, just a bit more time, and I can gather the rest..."
This time, Mountain Eagle was taken aback, not expecting this turn...
Just as he was about to steer the conversation back to the main topic, Vilter sobbed and said, "Please, don’t kill me..."
Seeing Vilter, who was clearly mentally broken, Mountain Eagle shook his head slightly and pulled out a photo, saying, "Do you know her?"