Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 142 Chaos

Chapter 142: Chapter 142 Chaos

Mountain Eagle rushed to the rooftop and came to the side near the hospital. He set up his AR-15 rifle on the parapet and fitted a silencer to the front of the rifle.

This place was only about 200 meters away from the hospital’s main entrance. However, the AR rifles of the 191 Special Forces, with no sights, left Mountain Eagle, who considered himself a sharpshooter, somewhat at a loss.

He had not intended to use this gun to shoot people, as he had staged a play with Suka and Jelate in Room 504...

Dressed in a white coat and wearing a mask, he suddenly drew his gun and shot Jelate during an inspection in the ward; then Suka threw himself onto the unfortunate patient in Room 504. While causing his wounds to burst open, Suka also blocked his view.

Next, Mountain Eagle shattered the window with gunshots, yelling about police snipers across the way and that he needed to retreat, then left the ward decisively.

His original purpose here was to act as that nonexistent sniper, preparing to fire a few more shots into Room 504 to ’supplement the evidence chain’.

The incident happened very fast. As long as the police slightly adjusted the timing in their report, people who were unaware of the circumstances would find it very difficult to discern what actually happened.

But now the situation was a little different...

Mountain Eagle could never have imagined that the mixed-race police officer he had bumped into was actually the assassin.

Thinking back to when he faced the mixed-race officer and did not shoot him, Mountain Eagle shook his head with a sense of helplessness...

This semi-away game state had greatly affected his situational awareness.

He didn’t recognize most people, and he couldn’t understand what most were saying, which was the key to the mistake.

However, Mountain Eagle was not upset, as he had a self-centric personality. Compared to catching the assassin, gaining the media initiative was currently the top priority.

Thinking of the previous lightning-fast encounter, Mountain Eagle shook his head with a wry smile, found the now-empty Room 504, and fired a few shots inside with the AR rifle...

Then, while using the radio to remind the cops to pay attention to friend-or-foe identification so as not to bother him, he took his AK105 out of the system and turned the gun towards the hospital entrance...

Mountain Eagle wanted to verify his hypothesis...

The media, invited into the hospital by Tessa, were currently broadcasting live coverage of the 191st Squadron’s brave fight against the assassin, rescuing American soldiers.

That assassin and those behind him were one step behind Tessa no matter what they were planning to do.

Now Mountain Eagle wanted to see what the mixed-race assassin would choose?

After all, putting pressure on the Thai Police Team through the media was the core demand of those people - if the element of surrendering oneself was missing, all the things they had done before would fall through.

Mountain Eagle wanted to see if that guy was really that stubborn; if he showed up, Mountain Eagle decided to simply take him out with a single shot.

Outside the hospital was in complete chaos; the alarms and the mayhem inside drew everyone’s attention there.

Mountain Eagle fired several shots, and with the help of the silencer, the Yellow Shirts outside the hospital didn’t even notice the problem.

This situation made Mountain Eagle somewhat concerned about the ability of the Thai Police Team to control the scene, but fortunately, those Yellow Shirts seemed very excited, yet they did not do anything too radical...

Mountain Eagle flipped up the quick-flip sight on the modified AK105, then brought his eyes up to the scope...

He habitually kept both eyes open, using the right eye to aim through the scope and the left to observe a broader area.

After about ten minutes, Mountain Eagle saw a guy in a police uniform, limping his way to the hospital entrance.

After stepping out the door and looking around, he decisively walked over to the media group that was blocked by the police, raised his hands, and began to loudly say something.

Just as Mountain Eagle was about to take the opportunity to shoot that guy before the media reacted, the two policemen blocking the media glanced at each other, suddenly drew their guns on that guy and pulled the triggers...

They were about 10 meters apart...

The moment the two policemen pulled the trigger, the mixed-race police officer, enraged, roared furiously, and dove forward to his right, rolling forward, putting some of the media reporters in the line of fire of the two policemen...

The two policemen clearly didn’t expect the mixed-race officer to react so fast; facing the risk of a misfire, they chose to rush toward him, hoping to resolve the issue with their guns at close range.

But the mixed-race officer’s response was clearly more aggressive and unrestrained; after rolling, he quickly got up, drew his gun, and fired...

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

Without even time to adjust his posture, the mixed-race officer chose to fire into the sky...

The sound of gunshots turned the surrounding reporters into chaos, and the fleeing crowd dragged the somewhat perplexed police into it.

The moment the crowd descended into chaos, the mixed-race officer blended in among them, darting through like a fish and quickly disappearing.

The two policemen glanced at each other, and started to chase in the direction the mixed-race officer had run off to but before they could dive into the crowd, two bullets shot from a high place hit them in the shins.

"Whiz, whiz"

As the two policemen’s shins exploded in blood, two sharp screams reached their ears.

And with the police being shot, the scene completely erupted into chaos...

"Tessa, take control of those two injured officers; they’ve been bought off to silence others..."

Mountain Eagle was calling Tessa via radio while sprinting along the edge of the rooftop, his eyes fixed on the half-blood officer in the crowd...

He tried several times to shoot the half-blood officer, but each time his line of fire was blocked by nearby people.

Running wildly across the rooftop, hurdling gaps in the streets several meters wide, he pursued for about 200 meters...

Seeing the guy dash into a mall diagonally across the street, Mountain Eagle decisively pulled out a rope from the system...

He tied one end of the rope to an exposed rebar on the rooftop, slipped on a pair of tactical gloves, and jumped down gripping the rope.

Using the friction of his hands to slow his descent, Mountain Eagle shattered two pavement tiles as he landed, startling the people around him...

The moment he touched down, the flexible exoskeleton attached to the outside of his body suddenly hardened, absorbing most of the impact.

The moment Mountain Eagle steadied himself, he powered through his legs and dashed across the road, sprinting dozens of meters through congested lanes and barged into the mall with his gun...

Upon entering the mall, Mountain Eagle knew that the chances of finding the half-blood were slim...

The mall was too crowded; the Yellow Shirts used it as a place to cool off. Whenever it got too hot outside, they would come in to chill and rejuvenate before going back out to chant slogans.

As long as the half-blood officer wasn’t an idiot, he could easily slip away by simply putting on a yellow vest.

Mountain Eagle, not speaking Thai, meant he lacked the basic interaction with people and couldn’t even get the mall’s security to cooperate in searching for the suspect.

Undeterred, Mountain Eagle, with a gun in hand, went through the astonished glances of people, crossing the first floor toward another exit.

After rushing out of the mall’s main entrance, Mountain Eagle stepped onto the flowerbed steps at the side, using the height to survey his surroundings...

The messy crowd, congested traffic, and a multitude wearing yellow vests resulted in a massive information overload, leaving Mountain Eagle with nothing.

At this moment, Tom had mounted a motorcycle, put on a helmet, and blended into the congested flow of traffic...

Tom knew he had been sold out by his boss. He twisted the motorcycle throttle, accelerating non-stop, trying to rush home to pick up his mother and then flee Pattaya.

...

minutes later, in a slum on the southern outskirts of Pattaya...

Tom pushed open his home’s door and saw his mother with a gash across her neck, collapsed in the bathroom...

"Ah..."

The handsome mixed-race man let out a cry like a lone wolf...

...

Mountain Eagle returned to the hospital and immediately found Tessa...

Seeing Tessa pacing back and forth outside the operating room, Mountain Eagle shook his head slightly, walked up to her, pressed her down into a chair, and said, "What you need to focus on now is not the problem with those two officers, but to use this assassin’s actions to pressure those American soldiers...

The foreign journalists in the hospital have been intimidated, they now think they’ve got a hold of the truth, and you need to guide them to vent their anger on certain departments in the United States."

Mountain Eagle, looking at Tessa’s slightly furrowed brow, said, "CIA!

Whether it’s their doing or not, we have to pin it on them."

Tessa replied with a grave tone, "As long as those two damned guys confess who’s behind them, we can catch them..."

Mountain Eagle, looking at Tessa deep in her police mindset, shook his head and said, "No, the person behind them is not important...

Tessa, this isn’t about solving a case. We don’t have complete evidence in our hands, and even injuring those two officers was unwarranted.

Remember what we talked about before? This is a battle of media opinion. You have to utilize what you have well and convict those people through the media.

The longer you can guide the media’s direction, the less pressure your family will endure."

Tessa shook her head after hearing this, "If we can’t find the real culprits behind this, the attacks might continue.

My mother just called me; the United States is pressuring the Thai Government over safety issues. Soon an agent from the United States Navy Investigators will arrive...

Mountain, I’m sorry, we couldn’t hold on!"

Mountain Eagle, hearing this, shook his head helplessly and replied, "Then you should find a way to get something from those American soldiers...

Start with the one from room 504. As long as he’s willing to cooperate, we can keep him in the hospital.

We cannot allow the Americans to take people away easily..."

Mountain Eagle leaned down and whispered in Tessa’s ear, "We’ll do this..."

Tessa, after listening, widened her eyes, looked at Mountain Eagle, and said, "Can we do this?"