Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 166: A Disaster for the Innocent Bystanders

Chapter 166: Chapter 166: A Disaster for the Innocent Bystanders

Mountain Eagle found himself in an absurd predicament due to the sudden turn of events...

Ever since boarding the plane, the Russian armed female operative had marked him as a threat, and now, with the chaos unfolding, she was fixated solely on him, preventing him from leaving. It was thoroughly embarrassing.

He watched as several media reporters charged into the center of the incident with their cameras, some taking photos while others began questioning the airport security with their audio recorders.

The hefty Schneider and two assaulted Marines were placed on stretchers, whereas the slit-throated man from the pair of thieves was denied even a chance of resuscitation and was immediately bagged in a body bag.

That’s when Mountain Eagle began to sense something wasn’t quite right...

Everywhere in the world handles the matter of death with extreme caution, and given a choice, emergency personnel would always opt to carry the injured out on stretchers.

The declared number of fatalities at the site of a major security incident usually stick to a certain standard—it’s not without reason.

Once the death toll exceeds a certain threshold, in some countries, those in charge on the scene suffer first, followed by their supervising departments—some nations even see repercussions reach the President.

In the past, when social media was not as prevalent, some covers could be kept for longer and eventually forgotten, but with the information age, such tactics became inadvisable.

Thus, the emergency response strategies across different countries are broadly similar—prioritizing rescue operations, regardless of whether you are still breathing or even if you appear charred, you’ll be placed on a stretcher and connected to equipment.

Even if you die in the ambulance or in the emergency room, or even if you are subject to forced resuscitation in the ICU with machines hooked up to a body to delay the time of death—such actions benefit the managers of the incident site.

Of course, Russia might not adhere to these precise practices, but the presence of the journalists who arrived almost immediately and the attitude of the airport security made Mountain Eagle feel as though it was all a rehearsed drama, with the participants unwittingly involved.

Looking at the Russian armed female operative who kept her gun trained on him, Mountain Eagle said somewhat dissatisfiedly, "Lady, I’m just passing by. The airport’s internal surveillance can prove that you’re pointing a gun at a good man."

With the casualties cleared and the Assassin under control, the female operative’s tension was greatly alleviated...

Observing Mountain Eagle whose T-shirt was torn, revealing a swath of well-defined muscles, and whose right rib area had a patch of ointment, the female operative frowned, stepped forward, and said, "I’ll verify this...

What’s your name? What brings you to Moscow?"

Mountain Eagle opened and lightly waved his hands, saying, "Lady, as you should have seen, I have a rib injury. Could I lower my hands..."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle looked at the isolated crowds outside, the people pointing and discussing him; somewhat helplessly he gestured to the bag and suit at his feet, "Considering the injury that gentleman just sustained, I won’t seek damages from him, but could you let me change my clothes?"

The female operative said with a stern expression, "Answer my questions..."

Mountain Eagle didn’t want to clash with local authorities upon arrival in Russia, but the female operative’s attitude was starting to annoy him...

Dropping the relaxed expression from his face, Mountain Eagle lowered his hands and looked into the female operative’s eyes, speaking sternly, "My name is Yue Shan, a Thai national, a police officer...

Lady, I suspect you might be a colleague of mine, and I also understand the pressure my peers face, hence I have remained calm and restrained.

But I have not seen the professionalism I expected from you. As an armed person, instead of pursuing danger, you are doggedly fixating on an innocent bystander, tarnishing the overall image of your team.

Let me guess, you’re not a police officer, but you were allowed to carry a gun on the plane, so I guess you might be from one of Russia’s powerful departments.

You have been watching that injured gentleman from the moment we were on the plane, and followed him after we disembarked...

I surmise you had prior knowledge that something might happen, but you neither informed the potential victim nor did you prevent the villain from harming him.

Your conduct is not only arrogant but also incompetent!

Now you’re pointing a gun at me, what are you trying to prove?

Prove that you’re a vase with a gun?

Or prove that you’re so dim-witted that you can’t even distinguish a good person from a bad one?"

Mountain Eagle glanced at the surrounding media and said seriously, "Gentlemen, I am a Thai Police officer, and I’ve always battled against the darkest side of Thailand, so I want to ask you, whether it’s out of professional ethics or recognition of the dangers of our profession, please do not expose my face.

At the same time, I would like to ask you all to take note that this lady with the gun has not revealed her identity from start to finish, and none of us know who she really is right now...

If she’s a bad person, then she’s bought enough getaway time for the real murderer, and all of us here will be treated like fools after the fact!"

Mountain Eagle’s words caused a slight disturbance among the media journalists and the airport security. The airport security guards, who were also armed, began to look at the male and female field agents with suspicion.

The male field agent was still clear-headed; he had actually already identified himself earlier, but the situation was urgent at the time, and his actions were well-organized and carried with a certain flair, so the airport security subconsciously didn’t verify it.

Realizing that the atmosphere was amiss, he pulled out an ID from his pocket and raised it, shouting loudly, "We’re from the Fifth Intelligence Bureau, and we’re on official duty..."

Saying this, the male field agent walked over to the female field agent, whose face had turned pale. He scrutinized Mountain Eagle, whose bearing was perhaps too fierce, and then reached out to lower the female field agent’s gun, saying to Mountain Eagle, "What is a Thai Police officer doing in Moscow?"

Mountain Eagle retorted impatiently, "Are you saying that only Russians are allowed to go to Thailand and Thais can’t come to Moscow?

I’ve just finished a case, and now I’m on vacation. If you have any doubts, I suggest you call the Thailand Central Investigation Bureau. The chief, Deveka, will vouch for my identity..."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle looked into the eyes of the male field agent with disdain, "You’ve been on the plane for nearly 12 hours; don’t tell me you didn’t notice that the guy who just died had a beautiful accomplice...

Oh, that guy had a briefcase in his hand when he disembarked, but now that briefcase has disappeared."

The male field agent was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned ashen as he exchanged a look with the female field agent...

"*******"

Watching the two field agents, not young, but obviously rarely working in the field, Mountain Eagle bent down to pick up the suit and leather bag from the ground, and said, "I’m going to change clothes. If you’re not at ease, you can come with me, perhaps staying away from the crowd will make things a bit more comfortable for you..."

...

As Mountain Eagle stepped into the mother and baby room next to the restroom to change clothes, Blood Fox, who was sitting on the second floor of the transfer hall and had witnessed the entire process, nodded in satisfaction and said with a smile to Mi Lu, "Do you think Mountain Eagle knows who the Assassin is?"

Mi Lu replied indifferently, "If he could spot the Fox couple’s problem, he should be able to detect the ’Sculptor’s’ problem as well.

But even if he hasn’t noticed, what can he do? His vision is clearly sharper than the others."

Saying this, Mi Lu patted Snowden, who was sitting beside him, on the shoulder, "Let’s go..."

Blood Fox sent a message to Mountain Eagle with his phone, then cheerfully made a phone call...

"We’ll be taking Snowden out in fifteen minutes, have your people ready with the vehicle..."

"........."

"Of course, I wouldn’t possibly act with your people. Let them lead away the Americans.

The quality of your personnel now is just too poor; even if it’s just for show, you shouldn’t assign such foolish rookies.

I’m willing to bet that even now, our counterparts in Europe have guessed your intentions, so I have to find a way to shake them off myself."

"........."

"No, what you should worry about is not me, but yourself, because our assistance has arrived...

Put enough pressure on those two incompetents to let my people use them, that way my people can be most effective."

"........."

"Yes, that Thai Police officer, don’t tell me your people haven’t spotted his problem...

If I were you, I’d fire all those fools!"