Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 131: A Mix-Up

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: A Mix-Up

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...

In fear of alarming the Big Russian Gang and jeopardizing everything, he could only point his gun at Mountain Eagle and demanded sternly, "What are you talking about?"

Hearing this, Scarface soldier shouted to his comrades: "Tie them up..."

Mountain Eagle saw Eight-character Mustache Pot Lid walking towards him, he shook his head and said, "Don’t do this, I’m a cop, my ID is in my pocket. Let us go while everything is still controllable...

Let us go, we won’t have seen anything..."

Eight-character Mustache hesitated for a moment, looking doubtfully toward Scarface Pot Lid...

At this moment, Scarface Pot Lid seemed to be on steroids, with veins popping on his neck and forehead. He pointed his gun at Eddie and yelled, "Don’t listen to him, after tonight we can take a lot of money back to the United States..."

Mountain Eagle slightly bowed and looked at Eight-character Mustache and the other soldiers nearby, shaking his head and said, "I remind you, stealing from the Big Russian Gang has severe consequences.

There are cameras in the casino private rooms, your faces are exposed...

I don’t need to remind you, Big Russian Gang is an international criminal group, right?

Stealing their money is far worse than killing their people!"

Mountain Eagle’s words made the curly-haired guy with glasses who had been sitting behind the computer stop what he was doing...

Noticing the change in the curly-haired Glasses guy, Scarface Pot Lid turned his head and loudly said, "Don’t stop, do you think you can turn back now?

Hurry up, transfer all the money to my account, or I’ll kill you first!"

With those words, Scarface approached Eddie with the gun and loudly ordered, "Kneel down..."

Mercenary-born Eddie ran out of patience, he stared ferociously into Scarface’s eyes and said flatly in Russian, "He’s afraid of alarming the people from the Big Russian Gang, I’ll count to three...

One, two..."

Before Eddie could count to three, vague noises came from outside, followed by two loud sounds of Shock Bombs...

"Booming"

In the confined space, even at a considerable distance, the people inside the room were affected.

"Three"

With Eddie’s growl, Mountain Eagle decisively bent over and stepped forward, his right shoulder going into the armpit of the guy with the Eight-character Mustache holding the gun, while his right arm wrapped around Eight-character Mustache’s waist...

While controlling Eight-character Mustache, Mountain Eagle’s left hand swiftly drew his pistol and pulled the trigger towards a few guys inside...

On the other side, Eddie moved even faster. His body swayed like a straw in the wind using a feint to lead Scarface’s muzzle away, then quickly pulled back his body, drew his gun, and fired...

"Bang bang bang bang..."

"Bang bang bang bang"

"Pop pop pop pop..."

Both sides in the room fired almost at the same time, Mountain Eagle and Eddie were mentally prepared and seized the advantage...

Eddie was a fraction of a second slower than Mountain Eagle in drawing his gun, but his shooting speed made up for that moment...

The moment the guns fired, Scarface got hit in the chest twice, and as he fell back helplessly, he fired several bullets towards the ceiling.

Meanwhile, Mountain Eagle, using the body of Eight-character Mustache as a shield, continuously fired...

The soldier on the utmost left got hit in the chest and the arm holding the gun almost simultaneously. In pain, he dropped his handgun from his right hand, his body instantly tilting to the right blocking a comrade’s line of fire...

The third soldier from the left, because Mountain Eagle was sticking together with his comrade, hesitated for a moment. By the time he realized it, bullets hit his chest and right shoulder, causing him to wail and fall to the ground.

The second soldier from the left, who was being blocked, desperately tried to adjust his angle and pulled the trigger, but the moment his bullet fired, a bullet hit his forehead.

The 10mm pistol bullet was like a heavy hammer, making his head violently swing back and then his body fell limply to the ground like a doll without batteries...

Being held by Mountain Eagle’s shoulder against his arm, Eight-character Mustache was unable to control where his gun pointed and cried out in pain, his left hand desperately stretching trying to switch hands with the gun...

But Mountain Eagle, having already struck, didn’t give him the chance...

Mountain Eagle forcefully pushed upward, causing Eight-character Mustache’s body to jump slightly, then pushed backward with his right leg while pulling hard with his right arm, using a violent trip to smash Eight-character Mustache onto the coffee table...

After a loud "boom", the beer bottles on the table instantly shattered...

The moment Eight-character Mustache touched the coffee table, his body stiffened up, but Mountain Eagle still mercilessly grabbed his gun-holding right hand and twisted it hard, distorting his wrist into a twisted shape...

"Ah..."

It sounds long, but it all happened in about two seconds...

Eddie pulled out all the stops, but only managed to take down three men...

Holding a gun, he walked over to Scarface, kicked away the pistol in his hand, then watched Mountain Eagle, like a seasoned criminal, deftly collect the pistols of the soldiers nearby while checking their pockets...

Watching Eight-character Mustache curled up on the coffee table, gripping his twisted right hand and screaming in pain, Eddie sized up Mountain Eagle who was cursing and clutching his ribs, and said, "Where the hell did you spring from, freak?"

As he spoke, Eddie glanced at the United States soldiers scattered on the ground, mostly still alive, and a white guy crying and holding his thigh...

He shook his head, turned to Mountain Eagle, and said, "Let’s get out of here..."

Just as Eddie turned around and pulled open the door of the private room, stepping out, a string of bullets forced him back inside...

"FUCK..."

Looking at his shin, cut by flying tiles, Eddie shook his leg hard and cursed loudly, "What’s with the cops joining the fray?"

"Cops?"

Hearing this, Mountain Eagle smashed a decorative mirror on the wall with his elbow, then picked up a long shard of glass, quickly walked to the door, and cautiously stretched part of the mirror outside...

A team of Special Forces masked men were stuck at a T-junction, Gru and Supa were taking cover around the corner, shooting down the hallway towards the casino...

The soldiers in the first private room who were gambling and doing drugs had actually pushed the gambling table out of the room, setting up a temporary position to exchange fire with the Special Forces...

Both groups were fiercely engaged, but the Big Russian Gang members were nowhere to be seen.

"What the hell is going on?"

Feeling like nothing was going his way all day, Mountain Eagle glared at Eddie’s innocent expression, replaced his magazine, and roared...

"Gru..."

After shouting, Mountain Eagle lay sideways on the ground, grabbing the doorframe with his left hand to push himself halfway out, then pulled the trigger...

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..."

"Gru..."

The soldiers didn’t expect someone to attack them from behind...

Two visibly high guys got shot in the back of their heads, bullets piercing their skulls and then shattering their facial bones, parts of their faces along with messy brain matter flew out.

Several other soldiers hiding behind the door, two of them hit in the back, were dragged back by their companions into the private room...

The instant Mountain Eagle emptied a magazine, his left hand pulled himself back into the private room.

When the hallway fight paused due to this sudden turn of events, Mountain Eagle reached out and waved his hand quickly, loudly calling, "Gru, it’s me..."

As soon as Mountain Eagle finished speaking, he heard Gru shouting from the end of the hallway, "Mountain, is that you?"

At this point, Mountain Eagle took a deep breath and yelled, "There are 6~8 people in the first private room, blow them up with Hand Grenades..."

"We don’t have any..."

Mountain Eagle paused for a moment then shouted, "Then use shock bombs or gas bombs, get them, flush them out..."

"Understood, don’t come out, we’ll handle it..."

As Mountain Eagle and Gru were shouting, the United States soldiers in the first private room, unable to withstand the pressure, chose to surrender...

They walked out of the private room waving a white flag, hands on their heads, kneeling on the ground.

United States soldiers have criminal immunity abroad, so they didn’t appear particularly scared, and the Special Forces had limited options...

Normally, regardless of how bad the situation is, the Special Forces wouldn’t dare continue to rough them up after their surrender...

But this time, for some reason, the group led by Gru and Supa was acting very aggressively.

Supa rushed up to a soldier in uniform who had surrendered, gripped his gun firmly and smashed the butt into the soldier’s face.

When the surrendering soldier fell with a bloody nose, the other Special Forces members rushed up like wolves, their military boots mercilessly smashing into these soldiers’ bodies and faces.

The surrendering soldiers screamed miserably...

"You have no right to do this, we have criminal immunity, we will file complaints..."

Mountain Eagle, hearing the commotion outside, peeked out to make sure Supa and the others had control of the situation...

He turned back to look at Eddie, who seemed indifferent, and said helplessly, "Bro, the cops are here, put away the gun..."

Eddie, unconcerned, tucked the gun back into his waistband and said, "Don’t worry about me, I have a diplomatic passport from East Timor, I was defending myself, the surveillance footage can prove it..."

Mountain Eagle, impressed, gave a thumbs up and said, "Managing to get a diplomatic passport, I fucking admire you..."

Eddie casually shrugged and said, "If you’re willing to marry a rich woman ten years older than you, you’ll find many things become simpler..."

As Eddie spoke, a series of footsteps sounded outside...

"Mountain..."

Dressed in a police uniform, Tessa rushed over, embraced Mountain Eagle tightly, then glancing at the messy state of the private room, said angrily, "Why didn’t you team up with me...

Is it fun to take risks alone?"

As Mountain Eagle blinked unsure what to say, Eddie, standing beside him, reached for Mountain Eagle’s somewhat too honest left hand and gently placed it on Tessa’s buttocks...

Watching Mountain Eagle glare at him, Eddie gestured and mouthed: "KISS, KISS..."