60: The Number One Sniper Rifle

On the car, after relaxing, even though Song Mupala was sitting beside Shen Hao, his mind remained as calm as still water. His eyes were serene, without any ripples, as if he were a sage, his state of mind exceptionally lofty. He viewed beautiful women like skeletons and money like dirt.

Song Mupala gently wrapped her arm around Shen Hao's, resting her head on his shoulder. She smiled playfully, saying, "Boss."

Her fair and delicate face showed a gentle smile, her eyes filled with the reflection of Shen Hao. She was in a very happy mood.

"What is it?"

"Can I stay for a few more days?"

"Well, that depends on how well you behave."

"Humph."

"What does that 'humph' mean? You hate it?" Shen Hao teased.

"Of course I do, but the worse you are, the more I like you," Song Mupala replied with deep affection.

Her gaze never left him, leaving Shen Hao uncertain of how to respond. He cleared his throat and looked out the window.

"Damn, this feeling is really frustrating. How could I have such thoughts?" Shen Hao mentally scolded himself, but he soon regained his composure.

He was the seasoned driver, after all.

Noticing Shen Hao's silence, Song Mupala anxiously asked, "Boss, are you angry?"

"No."

"Boss, you scared me by not saying anything. If you're not angry, why aren't you looking at me?"

"Talking about feelings is exhausting."

"Boss, I always listen to you. You're so handsome and charming. Who wouldn't love you?"

Her flattery made Shen Hao's lips curl into a slight smile.

Seeing the subtle change in his expression, Song Mupala smiled happily, her mood lifted.

She wanted to do something more but was stopped by Shen Hao.

Although Shen Hao was somewhat tempted, the setting wasn't right.

"I just got off the plane. I'll rest for a bit. Let's head back to the estate first," Shen Hao said.

"Alright, Boss, I'll do whatever you say."

With that, Song Mupala found a comfortable spot and leaned into Shen Hao's arms. She told the driver, "Crow, drive slowly and steadily, so Boss can sleep a little longer. No rush."

"Understood, Chairman."

At that, Shen Hao glanced curiously at the driver and noticed that she wasn't Siamese but a tall, dark-skinned woman, possibly African American. She had thick dreadlocks, shiny dark skin, and bright white teeth. She stood about 1.7 meters tall, looking strong and muscular. Her build made her seem more like a fierce female warrior than a typical female driver.

"Her name is Crow," Song Mupala explained hurriedly, sensing Shen Hao's curiosity. "I saved her when I was in Myanmar. Since then, she's been incredibly loyal to me. She usually handles my security and drives me around."

Shen Hao didn't delve deeper into the details. He simply nodded and said no more. After all, hiring a driver was Song Mupala's private matter.

The drive that would usually take two hours was extended to three due to the request for a slow and steady ride. They finally arrived in Pattaya, Eastern District of Siam.

This was the exquisite and beautiful villa mansion Shen Hao had purchased for 800,000 USD—a sprawling property with a private pool. It covered 2 rai (about 4.8 acres or 3,200 square meters) with seven rooms and eight bathrooms, decorated in luxury.

Upon entering the estate, the first thing that caught Shen Hao's eye was the large swimming pool. The clear blue water and the 30-meter lake-view pool instantly relaxed him.

With his love for water, Shen Hao quickly took off his shirt and dove into the pool, swimming with ease. His movements were smooth, something he had never been able to do before. Although he had known how to swim, he had only been capable of the traditional dog paddle, which was tiring. Now, his swimming techniques were diverse, and it felt effortless.

On the shore, Song Mupala watched Shen Hao swim joyfully, her mood lightened. She was soon inspired to join him. She instructed the driver to leave, and within moments, the entire pool estate was just the two of them.

Without hesitation, she jumped into the pool. Song Mupala's swimming skills were also top-notch. Like a mermaid, she swiftly glided over to Shen Hao.

Seeing her approach, Shen Hao couldn't help but laugh, "Why aren't you wearing a swimsuit? Isn't it uncomfortable to swim in regular clothes?"

Song Mupala flicked her wet hair back and winked at Shen Hao, her eyes full of playful challenge. "Boss, don't you want to help me?"

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the pool, and the golden light reflected off Song Mupala's flushed cheeks, making her look even more captivating. Shen Hao, lounging on a beach chair with a coconut drink, glanced at her briefly.

Song Mupala sat beside him, gently massaging his shoulders while recounting her recent thoughts and some matters about her gang. Shen Hao, though not actively participating, listened quietly, giving a few occasional responses.

As a true sage, Shen Hao currently had no interest in women. Despite Song Mupala's stunning beauty, she seemed no more appealing to him than a skeleton—completely devoid of attraction.

In the evening, Song Mupala prepared a spread of Thai dishes: Thai curry crab, green papaya salad, mango sticky rice, and pad Thai. While Shen Hao didn't have much of an appetite for Siamese food, he ate a few bites just to get by.

That night, Song Mupala stayed to accompany him. The next morning, the two of them began discussing serious matters.

Song Mupala led Shen Hao to the basement, where two large suitcases were waiting. She opened one, revealing a pile of parts. With practiced hands, she assembled them, and within minutes, a brand new sniper rifle was in Shen Hao's hands.

"This is the M200 sniper rifle, made in the beautiful country. It is currently ranked number one in the world for sniper rifles. It's the most powerful long-range rifle, capable of shooting with terrifying precision at distances of up to 2,000 meters. The original magazine holds seven rounds, and it's equipped with a handheld computer that monitors environmental factors such as wind speed, temperature, humidity, and air pressure, ensuring perfect accuracy."

Shen Hao couldn't help but admire the M200, his appreciation growing. "This is a great piece of equipment. So thoughtful. It must not come cheap."

Song Mupala smiled and shook her head. "It's just a little trinket."

Shen Hao, not fooled, grinned and said, "You can't trick me. Before coming here, I checked online. This M200 costs about 400,000 USD in the Beautiful Country. And with your connections, it's probably doubled. I'll give you a million USD later. Don't refuse."

The black-market price for a smuggled M200 was at least 600,000 to 800,000 USD, not including the purchase of timed bombs.