Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 108: The Experience of the Old Gun

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: The Experience of the Old Gun

Blood Fox seemed to be praising Luo Yang, but in fact, he was telling Mountain Eagle that this guy, who looked good in a fight, wasn’t suited to be a "Mercenary"...

In other words, it hinted to Mountain Eagle to keep certain information from Luo Yang!

Luo Yang was a good fighter and full of energy, but he still lacked something.

If you pulled Luo Yang into the Underworld and had him face the kinds of problems people at Blood Fox’s level deal with, the guy would be skinned alive.

This was also why Blood Fox was not willing to let Martha become a mercenary...

To become a mercenary was easy, just carry a gun and go to a hotspot area, find a Middleman, and ask about the price to find work...

But that was just cannon fodder!

At Arctic Fox’s level, they’re definitely not cannon fodder, but their personnel quality is top-notch, and so are the missions and enemies they face.

Young people like Luo Yang and Martha wouldn’t be able to handle it at all!

Since they couldn’t handle it, they could only do what Mountain Eagle, the boss of the Volunteer Police, told them, which was the "right" work under the proper logic.

Putting the right people in the right positions is the way to unleash their energy!

However, what made Mountain Eagle different from those old Mercenary guns like Blood Fox was that he didn’t possess the kind of ’germaphobic’-like problems that those old guns had...

Mountain Eagle had his own standards when it came to employing people; he wouldn’t ask someone to do something beyond their capacity, but unlike Blood Fox, he wouldn’t push away those he disapproved of.

Mountain Eagle never positioned himself as a mercenary, but rather as a manager or problem solver!

Nodding in agreement with Blood Fox’s assessment of Luo Yang, Mountain Eagle instructed Luo Yang to take good care of the two half-dead Indians, then pulled Blood Fox out to the night market to eat Tom Yum soup and pineapple rice that he recommended.

The restaurant was in the center of the night market, not too crowded, mainly frequented by Europeans and Americans.

It might have been a matter of taste, but Mountain Eagle didn’t find the dish too tasty, while those foreigners didn’t seem to have too much resistance to the sour, spicy, and sweet flavors...

Blood Fox, on the other hand, was enjoying himself immensely and even specifically asked for a piece of bread at the end to wipe the Tom Yum pot clean.

Towards the end, Blood Fox, who seemed to notice that Mountain Eagle was somewhat distracted, smiled as he stuffed the last piece of bread into his mouth and chewed it, asking, "What are you looking at?"

Mountain Eagle’s eyes were on a stall not far away, where there were two white men dressed in casual beach attire...

"Those two guys have been circling around us since we entered the night market..."

Blood Fox didn’t turn his head to look, but spoke with an air of coolness, "Are they two white men in their 30s, one with brown curly hair, the other slightly bald..."

Mountain Eagle paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, them. Did you notice them earlier?"

Blood Fox laughed and said, "The curly-haired one is about 190 cm tall, in a blue shirt, khaki outdoor shorts, and the slightly bald one about 180 cm, green shirt, outdoor shorts...

Do you know how I spotted them?"

As Blood Fox looked at Mountain Eagle, who seemed eager to learn, he nodded slightly and said, "Look at their shoes. Often you can change clothes, but for those in action, comfortable shoes are very important!"

Mountain Eagle turned his gaze to the shoes of the two white men and noticed that they were wearing combat boots that clashed with their casual outfits and looked very stuffy...

Blood Fox saw Mountain Eagle frown and smiled, saying, "Stop looking. They’re probably not professional spy field agents, but mercenaries.

They had no intention of hiding their identities because they think you’re as good as dead!"

Mountain Eagle was startled for a moment, then nodded and said, "Indeed, it seems so. If I were really just an ordinary Volunteer Police, I wouldn’t survive tonight..."

Blood Fox waved his hand and laughed, saying, "These things don’t matter. Take a closer look; can you figure out their origins?"

Mountain Eagle had sharp eyesight, but it was still a challenge for him to make out details about the two white men from a distance of over ten meters...

"I can’t tell. You say, I listen. With this kind of experience, next time I’ll know how to judge."

Blood Fox’s favorite thing about Mountain Eagle was that he was like a sponge, always learning, and eager to learn...

Blood Fox pulled out a cigarette, lit one for himself, smoked away a third of it in one puff, and comfortably exhaled a plume of smoke, saying, "Looking at their shoes, they likely have a background in the US Army.

Looking closely at their tattoos on their arms, the curly-haired guy is probably from the Marine Corps, and very possibly from the more elite parts of it.

However, their state of activity shows that they are not very good at hiding their own characteristics, so they’re not likely from reconnaissance units. They’re probably retired soldiers from a heavy-duty ’fire support recon team.’

Do you know what their presence signifies?"

Mountain Eagle, frowning, said, "Does it mean that the United States has officially gotten involved?"

Blood Fox shook his head and said, "If it were an official involvement, they would notify the Thai side first and let the Thai Military assist, which would be simpler and more efficient.

The fact that they have not informed Thailand and are risking huge diplomatic issues by engaging in combat in Kamui indicates that they are conducting covert operations, possibly even private ones.

Someone’s screwed up; although I don’t know the specifics...

But surely someone’s caused a big disaster to force these guys to act so recklessly."

Mountain Eagle did not tell Blood Fox about the Plutonium incident, and yet Blood Fox had managed to deduce some key points through his own experience.

That’s experience for you!

Mountain Eagle nodded slightly, a hint of curiosity in his voice, "Have you experienced something similar in the past?"

Blood Fox’s expression turned somewhat wistful as he spoke, "In 1992, after the fall of the Soviet Union, someone stole two nuclear warheads and tried to secretly sell them to someone in South America.

Arctic Fox took on a mission from Russia and tracked the warheads all the way to Venezuela...

Half of our people died in that operation. The two warheads were destroyed on site by Russian scientists accompanying the operation, causing ecological problems over an area of nearly 10 square kilometers.

In 2001, Arctic Fox undertook a mission from the UK’s Security Department to intercept two nuclear bombs that had leaked from Ukraine...

My cousin died during that mission.

In 2006, Arctic Fox was commissioned by Italy to intercept a batch of portable anti-aircraft missiles stolen from their warehouses...

Our mission failed that time, and a piece of shrapnel ended up in my spine, directly causing me to retire from Arctic Fox.

Each time something like this happens, the intelligence departments of these countries go crazy.

They dare not leak any intelligence to others before the affair is settled because that would only complicate and hinder matters.

We only learned of the extent of our losses and the full story of those missions afterward."

Mountain Eagle furrowed his brow as he asked, "Why didn’t those countries let their own teams handle it at the time?"

Blood Fox laughed and shook his head in response, "Do you really think reality is like the movies? Do you think those superpowers can do whatever they want?

The real overseas intelligence agencies, when they need to do dirty work, almost always turn to mercenaries.

Their field agents aren’t bad, but if those agents get captured, the political risks are much greater.

So, the real work of intelligence agencies’ operatives usually involves liaisons, surveillance, and the like.

Among the major powers nowadays, only Russia’s Security Department still has their agents carry out assassinations directly; everyone else basically finds suitable personnel through hiring mercenaries.

Funding can always be resolved, but the death or capture of an active intelligence officer on the books is a huge headache!"

Continuing, Blood Fox glanced at the two white men responsible for tailing them, saying, "They should be mercenaries, and quite possibly ones who work long-term with the CIA, specializing in dirty jobs.

From their behavior, they don’t seem particularly familiar with the local culture here, so they’re likely skilled operatives who’ve been brought in recently.

You need to be careful—if they’re really retired members of an elite recon team, you could be in real trouble.

While MI6 and the CIA often cooperate officially, this kind of private joint operation is rare. It can only mean that they’ve encountered a serious problem.

Those Southeast Asian terrorists must have something very dangerous in their possession!"

Mountain Eagle, upon hearing this, touched the faint pattern on his finger and smiled helplessly...

"They can’t possibly come at me with a cannon, can they?"

Blood Fox noncommittally shook his head, commenting, "Kamui is an important tourist area in Thailand; they wouldn’t dare offend the Thai Police and Military to death.

However, even if they only have light weapons, you can’t let your guard down.

You have important things to do in the future, so don’t be careless and get yourself killed.

If I were you, I would call your police friends and the Marine Guard to confirm the situation, ensuring they can arrive on time after combat begins."

With that, Blood Fox stood up, patted Mountain Eagle’s arm across the table, and said, "Helping Thailand confront MI6 and the CIA for free seems a bit pointless to me...

I’m not in a position to judge your choice because I’ve been in Kamui for several years with less progress than you’ve made in a few days.

Maybe you’re the one who’s right!"

Mountain Eagle also stood up, nodding seriously, "I haven’t yet decided which direction my future should take, or to put it another way, my self-positioning isn’t clear enough.

But doing the right thing, then striving for sufficient power, is right anywhere!"

Blood Fox didn’t say much more. Stretching his arms and paying the bill, he copped a feel on the busty restaurant owner, then laughed heartily as the still charming proprietress playfully slapped at him, leaving a hundred yuan tip. He then pulled Mountain Eagle, staggering toward the direction of the office...

It was already ten o’clock at night...

...

Martha sat in front of the suite’s desk at the hotel, watching two CIA technicians tune the equipment, and soon surveillance footage appeared on a laptop screen.

Watching Mountain Eagle and Blood Fox stroll through the night market, captured by the tracker’s camera, Martha’s eyes were cold as she instructed, "Inform your people to launch the attack at 4 a.m...

The Indian’s Short-nosed Crocodile Team will execute a feint, while your people are responsible for killing this guy and those around him!

The action must be quick; we cannot afford to waste time on this individual!"

The CIA technician saluted with two fingers to his brow in a Patton-style, a somewhat frivolous expression on his face, "Rest assured, Lady, ’Evil Spirit’ are the best, they will tear all obstacles to pieces..."

Martha glanced at a distracted middle-aged man sitting on a sofa nearby, she shook her head and said in a low tone, "We can’t afford to make mistakes anymore..."

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