Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 205: Pulling the Pin

Chapter 205: Chapter 205: Pulling the Pin

Mountain Eagle and his team stopped 4 kilometers away from the battlefield and slowly turned around...

Victoria, now clad in a crisp combat uniform, ended a phone call and said to an old one-eyed man beside her, "Let’s fall back 5 kilometers and wait near the Cliff Factory area...

Mi Lu has found some wonder kid; in just 3 hours, half of Boronicov’s men have been wiped out.

I’ve talked to that kid; he’s clever and a bit crazy at heart. He will surely turn the Cliff Factory into a hotspot, continuously drawing the enemy in to meet their deaths.

We will provide support nearby, and when necessary, we’ll be the ones to deliver the final blow."

As she spoke, Victoria gazed out the window with a slightly complex tone, "I don’t know where that old coot Mi Lu gets his luck from."

The one-eyed old man’s intact right eye glinted coldly as he said solemnly, "It’s not luck. Arctic Fox has its own unique way of choosing people...

It’s just that not many of the selected survive!"

Victoria chuckled at the one-eyed old man and teased, "Odin, I always thought you hated Arctic Fox after they weeded you out...

That’s why the Red Fox Mercenary Corps Group has always been opposing them!"

The one-eyed old man ’Odin’ kept a straight face and shook his head, "You women wouldn’t understand..."

Saying so, ’Odin’ touched his eye patch, reached out, and patted a young man on the passenger seat, instructing, "Gray Wolf, take some men and check it out; I want to know what kind of person is acknowledged by both Blood Fox and Mi Lu.

The youngster who took over command from someone like Blood Fox might become your competitor in the future.

Find him, understand him, and give him a little surprise, by the way!"

The young man ’Gray Wolf,’ upon hearing this, turned to look at the two old-timers in the back seat. He flashed a smile on his handsome face and asked, "I always thought ’Silver Fox’ was my rival, but this guy sounds interesting...

What should I do?"

’Odin’ waved his hand, "We share the same goal: get close and observe, and if there’s a chance, lend a hand."

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"Help out? Are you kidding?"

Mi Lu was occupying a high ground, monitoring Mountain Eagle and his team’s actions.

The high level of skill displayed during the ambush gave even the old gun Mi Lu the chills.

Mountain Eagle exhibited not just simple shooting skills but a battlefield intuition akin to foreknowledge.

Relying solely on the geographical advantage and unreasonably fast movement across the battlefield, they fully unleashed the potential of the Butcher’s men and turned a group of originally elite gunners into a flock of lambs waiting for slaughter.

In less than 40 minutes, 16 out of 30 gunmen who came to check the situation were killed, 7 seriously injured, and the rest couldn’t bear the psychological pressure and chose to lay down their weapons and kneel in surrender.

Each of Mountain Eagle’s moves looked ordinary when isolated, but the choice of timing and the unreasonably high pace tore everyone apart.

Post Box’s Mini Mi Machine Gun barrel had been shot to ruin, and even a slightly weaker Pirate was run until he vomited.

It was not that Mountain Eagle made him run a marathon until he vomited, but the rapid movements under high-pressure conditions caused immense psychological stress on the Pirate.

Since they were few in number, the Pirate was nervous, and when a person is tense, their body tightens up. Excessive tension wore them out quickly, leading to various negative effects.

Even Pigeon, the sniper covering the rear, started making frequent errors later on...

Because he couldn’t keep up with Mountain Eagle’s pace, Pigeon, eager to cover his new boss, clashed with Mountain Eagle over target selection, and the sniper ended up not only failing to overtake his boss but also delaying the cover for others.

However, none of this stopped them from achieving victory, for their enemy faced even greater and more desperate pressure!

Butcher handcuffed several surrendered gunners’ hands behind their backs with zip ties, then his body suddenly gave in, and he slumped to the ground, exchanging looks with a somewhat drained Pirate. He shook his head and muttered...

"Are we getting old?"

Pirate grimaced as he vigorously massaged his cramping calf, managing a wry smile, "I don’t think we’re old; I think our boss overestimates us.

I really didn’t expect the young people nowadays to be so formidable!

Do you think our boss will keep his word on the contract?

That idiot Pigeon’s errors tonight probably add up to more than the past ten years combined."

Butcher, usually a man of few words, also managed a bitter smile...

It wasn’t that they weren’t trying, but that their boss was just too ruthless!

The Russians’ special forces may be the simplest and most brutal in the world, accustomed to obedience. A subconscious adherence to Mountain Eagle’s commands had them all burnt out.

What kind of monsters could be in a team that trained someone like Mountain Eagle?

Butcher, who still held onto the pride unique to the elite, felt as though his confidence had been siphoned away, leaving nothing behind.

Mountain Eagle’s miraculous performance was primarily due to the bionic drones above and his battle thinking that had been honed from a young age.

The battlefield was transparent in one direction for him. With stronger abilities than the opponent, even with fewer men, continuous movement could be employed just like a Wolf Pack hunting - relentlessly driving and pressuring the opponent, causing them to fall into disarray.

This was a typical aggressive tactic, and Mountain Eagle was both most accustomed to and suited for it.

Butcher and his men weren’t lacking in ability; they were simply unprepared mentally, and the high stress caused their movements to deform slightly, which made them particularly exhausted.

In fact, their performance had already exceeded Mountain Eagle’s expectations. He kept upping the pace, even when victory was almost certain, just to see how far they could go.

And he was pleasantly surprised by Butcher and his team’s performance!

While Butcher was talking to the Pirate, Mountain Eagle and Post Box had finished clearing the battlefield ahead. Driving a van carrying the first batch of people, they slowly approached with the enemy’s corpses and equipment in tow.

Mountain Eagle, whose spirit had reached its peak, leapt out of the van and checked the prisoners Butcher’s team had captured as well as the severely wounded...

He then walked over to Butcher and smiled, "Are you guys alright?"

Butcher slowly stood up and nodded, "I’m fine, just need some rest."

Glancing around, Butcher said in a deep voice, "Boss, we don’t know how the enemy will react. It’s not convenient to move with these prisoners."

Mountain Eagle understood what Butcher meant. Controlling prisoners would require them to allocate manpower, especially with a few severely wounded members amongst them. If they had to look after them, there would be nothing else they could do...

Mountain Eagle had no psychological barriers to killing, but executing prisoners was meaningless!

They were all men making a living with guns. On the battlefield, it was right for one to live and another to die. But once the opponent surrendered, killing them became uninteresting.

And Mountain Eagle had other plans in mind, so he shook his head rejecting Butcher’s suggestion and walked over to several guys who were bound hand and foot, lying on the ground, and checked them...

"Who’s the boss here?"

The prisoners looked around at each other, and then a Big baldy said rather roguishly, "Our boss was killed on the van."

Mountain Eagle nodded regretfully, then pulled out a radio from the confiscated items and said, "Do you think Boronicov is willing to pay ransom for you guys?"

Big baldy’s face lit up first, then he shook his head in despair, "NO, it’s against the rules, because Boronicov is not our boss."

Mountain Eagle was taken aback for a moment, then curiously asked, "Are you mercenaries?"

Big baldy struggled to raise his head and look at the masked Mountain Eagle, nodding, "We’re from Iron Cavalry Security Company. Boronicov is a client of ours.

If you want money, I can try to call our boss. He might be willing to pay ransom for us."

Mountain Eagle wasn’t particularly interested in extorting a bunch of destitute Mercenaries...

But since the other party had mentioned it, he didn’t mind. He found a phone from the confiscated items, placed it in front of Big baldy, then cut the zip ties on his hands with a knife...

As Big baldy fiddled with the phone, Mountain Eagle asked, "How many more people are in the factory?

You’re just mercenaries, and now you’re prisoners anyway, no need for me to get rough, right..."

Big baldy nodded bitterly and said, "There are over twenty people in the factory, 16 of whom are Boronicov’s core security team, and another dozen or so are the factory’s original security."

Mountain Eagle listened, silently calculating, and nodded slightly, "What did Boronicov hire you for originally?"

Big baldy shook his head, "I don’t know. Our boss handled the negotiations; we were just assigned to do the job."

As he spoke, Big baldy looked at the phone that had connected the call, and said with some excitement, "Boss..."

A deep male voice came on the line...

"What’s the matter? Where’s ’Wrench’?"

Big baldy said disheartened, "The boss is dead!"

"What?"

Mountain Eagle motioned Big baldy over with a wave of his hand, then picked up the phone and switched to speaker mode, smiling, "Hello, your men are in my hands, 7 unharmed and 7 seriously injured."

The breathing of the person on the other side of the phone became much heavier, and he said in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

Mountain Eagle said with a smile, "I’m giving you an opportunity...

I can have two people take the wounded away right now, in return, you go to an orphanage tomorrow and make a 5 million Ruble donation..."

The person on the other side paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "I don’t have that much cash on hand!"

Mountain Eagle said indifferently, "No worries, releasing them is my choice. If you are short on cash, you can delay a few days, of course, you can also choose not to donate..."

The person on the other end clearly felt Mountain Eagle’s malice and let out a pained growl, "Who the hell are you?"

Mountain Eagle said with a smile, "You can call me ’Mountain Eagle’. I’m Snowden’s bodyguard, and anyone who wants to harm Snowden is my enemy.

If you’re not convinced, come find me. I’m just outside the Cliff Factory.

If you move quickly, you might catch me before I dismember Boronicov completely!"

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