Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 191: Experience Really Makes a Difference

Chapter 191: Chapter 191: Experience Really Makes a Difference

Sergei was driving his own vehicle, charging into a small construction site stacked with building materials, then, armed, he and Anton, wearing a golden wig, got out of the car and crawled a few meters...

This small construction site was only about 300 meters from the abandoned factory. While they were looking for cover, people inside the abandoned factory reacted, and a few bullets were fired towards the location of Sergei’s vehicle.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The bullets from the AK hit the stone piles at the construction site, and the exploding stone fragments scattered like blades...

Anton, crawling on the gravelly ground, shuddered and, wailing, clutched at Sergei’s thigh, shouting, "I’ve been shot, I’ve been shot..."

Sergei, who was in mid-crawl, was startled too. He turned and crawled to Anton’s side, quickly searching his body, then found a bloody hole on Anton’s buttock...

In the critical situation, Sergei had no time to determine the cause of the injury. He knelt on the ground sideways, raised a sleekly designed PP-2000 submachine gun, and pulled the trigger...

The crisp sound of gunfire followed, and the 44-round magazine was emptied in just four or five seconds.

The enemy, during Sergei’s counter-attack, paused their gunfire for a few seconds, and then quickly many more bullets came from another direction towards the construction site they were at.

The gang gunmen’s target should be to snatch the child, but none of them wanted to face the possibility of counterattack by rushing to snatch the child. Instead, they posed with an intimidating attitude, pouring the bullets from their guns towards Sergei’s direction, intent on leaving the child’s fate to luck.

This is the difference between gangs and regular army...

They are more unrestrained but fall far behind when it comes to executing tactics.

Some of them are even military veterans, but without the reinforcement of military discipline and honor, these people can only handle easy fights but never the tough ones.

The gang leader present didn’t prevent this because the wealthy man who ordered the child was more concerned about the child being used as a bargaining chip by others, not about the child himself.

This placed Sergei in a desperate situation...

Amidst Anton’s wailing, Sergei pulled out his phone, dialed a number and placed the phone to his ear while he loaded a new magazine into the PP-2000, releasing a volley towards the enemy, halting their advance.

"Mountain, I can’t hold out, where are your people?"

As Sergei was shouting for backup, machine-gun sounds akin to an oil saw erupted from his 4 o’clock...

A short and stocky man wearing a mask was handling a silenced Mini Mi Machine Gun, firing rapidly while advancing quickly towards Sergei.

Five gang gunmen who had circled from the opposite side of the highway, three were taken down by continuous three-round bursts, and the other two, in panic, dove to the lower side of the roadbed...

As they were scrambling to relocate, a well-equipped soldier with a skull mask appeared behind them...

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang"

The two gunmen had no time to react before they were struck in the body.

The moment the bullets hit their abdomens, it was as if red-hot iron rods were thrust into their bodies, causing their bodies to suddenly tighten, completely losing control over themselves.

The skull-masked Butcher walked past the two still-breathing gunmen, his eyes coldly delivering two more shots to their heads, and then, before the enemy’s cover arrived, he threw two smoke grenades towards the highway.

As the smoke began rising, the Butcher crouched down and swiftly advanced about 30 meters towards the abandoned factory along the ditch beneath the roadbed...

By now, machine gunner Post Box had arrived beside Sergei, also using a pile of stones as cover, propping open the bipod of the machine gun.

From two positions across a four-lane road, approximately 50 meters apart, not only ensuring that there would be no blind spots in the firing line, but also creating crossfire towards the entrance of the abandoned factory.

Suddenly, seven gunmen rushed out from the factory interior, intending to cross the highway under the cover of their comrades for another flanking attack.

However, the moment these men set foot on the highway, Butcher and Post Box fired simultaneously...

Crossfire covered the small area where the gunmen were, forming a brief but nearly inescapable net of fire.

Instantly, four out of the seven gunmen were laid low, and the remaining three were also more or less injured.

They lay on the ground, crawling backward in terror, as if this could save their lives.

The gunmen from the Songgai Brothers Association, with some military backgrounds, began to rely on the factory’s cover and wildly sprayed gunfire in both directions for suppression, while loudly calling for the three living fellows to quickly withdraw.

Butcher and Post Box’s main duty was to buy time, so they naturally responded to the enemy’s cover by stopping their fire to reload.

Sergei, seeing Post Box unaffected by the helmet being pelted with stones, shouted as he crawled over, "Are there only two of you? My buddy is hurt, they need to go to the hospital..."

After attaching a hundred-round ammo bag, Post Box glanced at the disheveled Sergei, then glanced at Anton, who was lively and clamoring with an ever-louder voice while clutching his buttocks, shook his head and said, "No, he doesn’t need to..."

Upon hearing this, Sergei protested, "He’s been shot, he needs to go to the hospital..."

Post Box took another look at the tear-stained Anton and said to Sergei, "Have you ever been shot?"

Sergei shook his head with dissatisfaction and said loudly, "No, what does that have to do with his injury?"

Post Box pointed to himself and said, "I’ve been shot, so I’m telling you he’s fine!"

As he spoke, Post Box flipped over again and propped up the machine gun as soon as the enemy’s covering fire ceased...

Off in the distance, the Butcher didn’t need any signal; the two tacitly fired a dozen bullets at a specific area near the factory entrance, causing three gunmen who were about to crawl through the gate to scramble for cover, finding a few ramshackle shelters nearby.

The three surviving gunmen hid behind a rusted-out excavator. Freed from the lethal threat, they began to scream uncontrollably, calling for their comrades in the factory to figure out something.

At this time, shooting inside the factory had all but stopped, and the Butcher and Post Box managed to easily stand off with the enemy.

Of course, this standoff would not last long, especially since the enemy outnumbered them and some had guns and vehicles, they would soon find a way to counterattack.

Sergei, who had calmed down a bit, removed Anton’s pants and inspected the wound carefully, finding that it was just a piece of gravel that had penetrated Anton’s buttocks. It looked like a bloody hole, but actually, the injury wasn’t severe.

All they had to do was dig out the peanut-sized stone, and by the time the ambulance arrived, the wound might have already stopped bleeding on its own.

"FUCK..."

An embarrassed Sergei gave a hammering blow to Anton’s stomach, making him cry out in pain, curling up and dry heaving...

Looking at the pitiful figure, Sergei helplessly shook his head and quickly crawled next to Post Box, asking, "What do we do now?"

Post Box glanced at the PP-2000 in Sergei’s hand and waved his hand dismissively, "Keep an eye on the southeast side of the factory. They might attempt to flank us from that direction at any moment.

If you see the enemy, shoot them. If you don’t, just wait..."

Sergei was stunned for a moment before asking, "That’s it?"

Post Box didn’t even look at Sergei and said sternly, "Otherwise, what do you want to do?"

...

"We’re going to kill them all!"

Mountain Eagle and Pirate, who had alighted from the vehicle earlier and detoured, had quietly entered from the east side of the factory...

Mountain Eagle and Pirate pressed themselves against the wall of a red brick factory building with an 80’s design. Mountain Eagle quickly peeked around the corner, then pulled Pirate back a step and crouched down to roughly sketch the position of the enemy ahead...

Beyond the factory was a mechanical junkyard, with several abandoned Tractors scattered among the metal scrap.

Across the junkyard was the enemy’s spread out area, about twenty gunmen scattered over a long and narrow 200 square meter area...

gunmen with AK rifles stood on various pieces of mechanical rubbish, using the perimeter wall as cover, their muzzles pointed in the direction of where Sergei and the others were; the majority were clustered near the vehicles parked on the inside of the gate.

Mountain Eagle used his finger to draw the enemy’s positions on the dusty ground and marked three old tractors that could serve as cover along the route, labeling them A, B, C...

"If we use the Tractors as cover, our field of fire isn’t enough. Let’s split up; I’ll attack from the south to draw their attention, and you listen for my signal to rush over and find cover...

Three covers, A, B, C. Don’t get the sequence wrong; I can guarantee there won’t be any threats to your flank."

Pirate didn’t know how Mountain Eagle had been able to ascertain the enemy’s position with just a glance. He looked at the ’map’ and then glanced southward...

There was an 80’s era steel-rolling workshop, with stacks of old lumber piled up at the entrance and a couple of mounds of construction debris.

From there, one could launch a flanking attack on the gunmen standing under the wall and also cover the blind side of anyone attacking from the front.

Thinking over Mountain Eagle’s plan, Pirate frowned and said, "It’s nearly 70 meters from here to the southern steel-rolling workshop, and there’s no cover for protection in between. I’ll go..."

Mountain Eagle decisively shook his head and said, "Your gun’s range can’t compare to mine..."

Saying so, Mountain Eagle patted Pirate’s arm forcefully, retreating as he told him, "Remember, wait for my command before going..."

After speaking, Mountain Eagle quickly crossed the open road as he retreated to the middle of the factory, then crouched down beside a car that only had its shell left. He then placed a camera on top of the car shell...

Looking at the steel-rolling factory still about 40 meters away, Mountain Eagle pressed the radio button...

"Pigeon, don’t open fire unless someone tries to run north.

Butcher, Post Box, put some pressure on them..."

As soon as Mountain Eagle’s words ended, gunfire erupted...