Urban Most Awesome Dad - Chapter 157: The Grouse Group_1

Chapter 157: The Grouse Group_1

“Hey, Sandru, everyone says Yan Country is a graveyard for bounty hunters, but why do I feel like all the Yan Country people I see on the streets look like weak-ass quails?” said the white assassin carrying a guitar case to his black companion.

“Haha, Mr. Mackenzie, Yan Country people are naturally weak chickens, it’s just that their military is strong. They worship us Americans a lot; just moments ago in the bar, three Yan Country women were hitting on me, even left me their phone numbers.” Sandru, the black man, let out a sinister laugh, rubbed his huge fists, seemingly disappointed by tonight’s interrupted womanizing due to this sudden mission, and seemed to be harboring some anger.

“Haha, that’s nothing; I’ve already got two room numbers. After the mission, I’m gonna drive my car over and rough up that bitch who slipped me that note.” Mackenzie, the white man, shook his shoulder bag, fantasizing aloud.

“Dear Captain Mackenzie, your loyal Lieutenant Sandru requests to join the battle, to fight alongside you,” said Sandru with a face full of smiles, eager to hear about the possible hookup from Mackenzie.

“Loyal soldier, I grant you permission to join the battle. Brave Captain Mackenzie will accompany you to teach Yan Country women a lesson!” Mackenzie nodded arrogantly. Although they had long been discharged from the service, they still often used their military titles in daily conversation.

Mackenzie was not only tall and well-built, but also had the chiseled face of a standard American, so one hour ago, in the bar on Jiangtan Road, he was handed notes by two flirty women, just waiting to start the action.

Sandru was not as popular as Mackenzie; after all, he was big and burly, resembling the boxer Tyson, with a fierce look about him. He had to shamelessly ask around the bar just to manage to get a few phone numbers. When he heard the white man had already arranged a meet-up, he couldn’t wait to join in on the action.

The culture in America is quite messy; it’s common for two men to be with one woman. They wouldn’t feel uncomfortable at all, but the loose woman who left her room number for Mackenzie might not have such an easy time with these two high-powered European and American diesel engines if they both showed up.

“Hey, Sandru, we’ll now climb over the wall, then sneak in through a blind spot in the surveillance, bypassing the elevator, go straight up the stairs to the ninth floor, and finish the target quickly, all within five minutes. Do you have any problems with that?” Mackenzie looked over the target information sent by Cai Xiangdong and quickly devised a plan of action.

“Reporting, Captain sir, no problems at all,” answered Sandru, standing at attention.

“Alright! Then let’s get moving!” Mackenzie gestured grandly.

Two muscular figures made their way to a secluded corner outside the residential compound. The wall around the compound was at least three meters seventy-eight centimeters high, unscalable for an average adult.

But clearly, that was not an obstacle for the two special forces soldiers who had served in Sanjiao State’s special squad.

Sandru went to the base of the wall and made a step with his hands. Mackenzie stepped back, rapidly stepped into Sandru’s hands, and clambered over the more than three-meter-high wall.

Then Mackenzie reached down from the wall, gripping Sandru’s hand. With a boost, Sandru climbed up swiftly, his nearly two-hundred-pound heavy body moving with unexpected agility, like a wildcat, he swooshed right up onto the top of the wall.

After both men were on top of the wall, they gently hopped down, and strode toward Building A.

Just then, Mackenzie’s phone suddenly vibrated.

Mackenzie signaled to pause and stay alert, and Sandru hid alongside Mackenzie in the shadow of a large tree by the wall.

They were all born special forces, and once the mission began, they hardly needed to speak, as tactical hand signals were enough to complete their communication.

Mackenzie looked at the information on his phone and frowned, saying fiercely, “Shit!”

“What’s wrong?” Sandru gently asked beside Mackenzie.

“Damn headquarters, actually ordering us not to conduct operations in residential areas, and to lure our target to a secluded place before taking action!” Mackenzie said through clenched teeth.

“Oh, shit, then we have no chance of going to the hotel for ‘joint operations’ tonight, do we?” Sandru said gravely.

“Fuck! I don’t know about chances, but we have no other choice, just to wait. I hope that kid among the targets will come out tonight; as long as we take him down in a remote place, our mission will be considered complete,” Mackenzie said helplessly.

“Alright,” the tall African American concealed his imposing figure and said helplessly as well.

Sandru and Mackenzie lay together in the bushes in the residential area, their eyes sparkling as they watched the entrance and began their stakeout.

As former special forces, they didn’t lack the patience for a stakeout. In the past, they could lie motionless in the scorching desert, waiting for a target to appear.

Now, they still maintained this patience and ability, quietly waiting for Xu Fan to show up.

Unbeknownst to Xu Fan, these two figures, the Black and White harbingers, were eagerly hoping for him to leave his home; he was currently being pestered by Tongtong, who wanted him to tell her a story.

“Daddy, Tongtong can’t sleep without a story. Please tell me one,” Tongtong said excitedly, lying on her little bed and kicking her legs towards Xu Fan.

“My dear daughter, are you trying to force a rooster to lay eggs? Since when does your old dad tell stories?” Xu Fan said, frowning and helpless.

“No way, if daddy doesn’t tell a story, Tongtong won’t sleep,” Tongtong played the rogue on her little bed, pouting and showing her unwillingness.

Seeing Tongtong’s willful behavior, Xu Fan was at a loss but then asked her, “What kind of story would you like to hear, my precious girl?”

“Just tell the story of the Five-Direction Heavenly Emperor from last time. You didn’t finish it,” Tongtong said, shaking her head happily towards Xu Fan.

“Five-Direction Heavenly Emperor? You’ve finally chosen a story that daddy knows,” Xu Fan nodded, finally relieved.

During his thousands of years in the Cultivation World, to be honest, he had experienced far too much. He could pick out any small part, and it could make up an immortal-hero novel with tens of millions of words. Sharing a few stories was an easy task for him; however, Xu Fan’s experiences were mostly filled with blood and violence, not quite suitable for children. He thought carefully and picked out the least gory parts of the story, and having prepared himself, he began to softly tell his daughter the story.