Mountain Eagle saw the other few plainclothes soldiers also raising their handguns, staring intently at his side. He glanced at the white dude's shaking legs, raised his hands and stood up helplessly, and without turning his head, he spoke in Russian to Eddie, "This guy might not be here willingly...
Did you foresee this situation when you came?"
Eddie leaned against the private room door, his hands naturally hanging by his sides, and said with a stern expression, "How would I know they'd bring guns?
Seven people, I'll take care of the five on the right, the two on the left are yours..."
Mountain Eagle shook his head and said, "No, I'll take the four on the left, the rest are yours…"
Eddie responded in a deep voice, "No, you're not as fast as me…"
While they were talking, a soldier with scars on his face, veins bulging in his neck, charged toward Mountain Eagle stopping three meters away...
