Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 213: Of Course, the Big Show Must Star Oneself

Chapter 213: Chapter 213: Of Course, the Big Show Must Star Oneself

Major Kane, who was organizing his team’s evacuation, stopped in his tracks, staring into the pitch-dark bushes and said into the radio in a deep voice, "Are you Mountain Eagle?

The massacre at Red Square, was it your doing?"

While moving swiftly, Mountain Eagle spoke into the radio, "Wait for me, I’ll give you a chance to get revenge..."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle, who had already circled to the rear flank of the enemy’s machine gunner, suddenly stopped, shouldered his weapon and quickly pulled the trigger...

"Da-da, da-da..."

The two machine gunners, who had been blindly suppressing fire, one was shot in the back of the head, and the other in the back and ribs...

The moment the machine guns fell silent, Mountain Eagle said into the radio with a heavy voice, "If you want Snowden dead, you’ll have to get past me first.

Wait for me, I’ve found you..."

After finishing, Mountain Eagle put the radio into his backpack, carefully approached the two machine gunners, took out his phone, and snapped a few photos of their faces...

He then checked their equipment, setting aside two M249 parachute model machine guns and four hundred-round ammo pouches, and then used their bodies to create a couple of trick mines.

Through the vision provided by Crow, Mountain Eagle had already spotted several groups slowly approaching the factory.

The next step was to scramble the fight; machine guns were obviously much more useful and practical than automatic rifles.

After dealing with the two bodies, Mountain Eagle swiftly crossed the highway carrying his spoils of war and entered the cemetery...

Chase after them?

Mountain Eagle didn’t even consider it!

If the enemy was eliminated, who would report what happened here back to the higher-ups in the United States?

Creating pressure to force the enemy to leave their comrades’ bodies and retreat, then these bodies would become new leverage.

No matter who you are, if you come for the bodies of United States Marine Corps members, then you’re an American soldier.

In the movies, United States Soldiers are known for their loyalty, willing to sacrifice more soldiers to retrieve the bodies of their comrades.

They had to give an explanation in the end!

I blatantly tell you ’I’m Snowden’s bodyguard’; bodyguards have a price, and you’re welcome to negotiate.

Once the first contact is made, even if it’s through the bodies of Marine Corps members, after establishing a link, the value of Mountain Eagle as a ’bodyguard’ would be amplified with the ongoing battle around the factory.

Mountain Eagle jogged around the cemetery, then returned to the location where Butcher and his group were to regroup.

Seeing their boss go out and come back with two machine guns, putting on a tactical vest again, Post Box picked up a parachute model M249 machine gun, weighed it in his hands, and then tossed it to Pirate, saying, "This is more useful than a rifle, put it in position A12..."

The area around Mountain Eagle’s current position had been marked as Zone A, with 25 spots within a radius of about 300 meters that could serve as cover.

As a machine gunner, Post Box certainly knew better about where to place the machine gun to maximize its effectiveness, so Mountain Eagle didn’t say much. Instead, he glanced around and then said into the radio, "Pigeon, don’t leave Zone A..."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle looked at Butcher and said with a smile, "Now, there are at least six forces around the factory, nearly 200 men, and probably more in the distance.

So you guys will stay put from now on, just defend this place..."

Butcher was stunned for a moment, frowning and saying, "The deletion location here is a little higher, and if you count those monuments, the terrain of Zone A is also quite complex, with a river at the back that can be used as an escape route.

But if we just stay here, we can’t do anything!"

Mountain Eagle looked at Post Box, who was occasionally gasping in pain, and shook his head, "It’s you who will stay put. Most of what’s coming up doesn’t require a hard fight, so I’ll handle it..."

Upon hearing this, Butcher decisively shook his head, "NO, boss, you hired us to fight, if we don’t do anything..."

Mountain Eagle quickly waved his hand, "You’re not doing nothing...

Look at the position of Zone A, this is the eastern section of the cemetery, occupying this spot we can control the entire cemetery, and it’s easy to either hold the position or turn around and retreat.

I need you to hold this place for me; if I encounter problems and run here, I need you to cover me.

That’s an order!"

As soon as Mountain Eagle said that was an order, he naturally exuded an aura of authority.

This kind of ’authority’ that comes from constantly demonstrating high quality, strength, and intelligence had a significant influence on the likes of Butcher, who were unsophisticated.

Butcher subconsciously snapped to attention, his right hand trembled a bit without saluting but instead, he nodded with a complicated expression, "Understood..."

Mountain Eagle didn’t have time to explain his thoughts to Butcher. He patted Butcher on the arm and then walked to a relatively hidden corner, took out his phone, and began to send texts...

............

If it were possible to visualize all kinds of signals, one would see that at the moment, the air around the factory was abuzz with exceptionally frequent radio communications.

The various forces slowly approaching the factory were not fools; after all, everyone was flesh and blood, and a bullet would leave a big hole in anyone...

Knowing there was a conflict around the factory, no one would blindly approach.

They were all making phone calls waiting for commands, and those figures behind the scenes sitting somewhere in Moscow were somewhat hesitant due to the messy bombardment of information of unknown authenticity.

When Bolonicov called for reinforcements, he swore and cursed that he had never even seen what Snowden looked like...

At the same time, some people within the Security Department also leaked information, endorsing Bolonicov’s claims.

Just when everyone felt they were deceived, an intelligence officer from the Security Department publicly released a statement saying, "Snowden is now safe under the protection of the Security Department".

This made most people even more confused...

If Snowden was really safe, based on the Security Department’s past behavior, they wouldn’t publicly say so.

Then, several photos of United States Marine Corps soldiers’ dead bodies were published, with Bolonicov’s factory as the background.

If Snowden wasn’t in the factory, why would the valuable lives of American soldiers be wasted going there to die?

Following that, Assange made a public request over the internet to the Russia Security Department, asking them to find a way to rescue Snowden.

This time they didn’t specify that Snowden was in the factory, but this ambiguous attitude made most people even more certain that Snowden was in Bolonicov’s hands.

Snowden’s bodyguards were fighting for their lives there...

United States soldiers appeared there...

Various factions were sending people there...

Assange’s plea for help...

Could Snowden still be safe in such circumstances?

Go fool some ghost!

Mountain Eagle, clutching his rifle, hunkered down beneath a tombstone, orchestrating an intelligence chaos through Blood Fox and Snowden’s manipulations!

They didn’t just throw the blame on Bolonicov; Snowden, too, would take photos from his past social media and fabricate fake news, creating an illusion that he was somewhere else.

Snowden, an expert in digital intelligence, knew all too well the operating methods of insiders!

His skills also ensured that he could swiftly take the upper hand online, unleashing a flood of manipulated information through the dark web like opening the floodgates.

And he wasn’t doing it for free!

Although the charges weren’t high, with each message costing between 5 to 100 Bitcoins, the volume was massive, and he didn’t turn any away.

Those who wanted him dead or in their grasp spared no virtual currency, even if all they got in the end were a few ambiguous photos.

However, such obviously fake news would soon be exposed by professionals, further deepening the suspicion towards Bolonicov.

Bolonicov wanted the protection of the Security Department, right?

Well, let Erin have her people rally behind Bolonicov too, making others believe he had struck a deal with Snowden and the Security Department.

Now, not just outsiders but even the CIA started to believe it.

Even the deaths of the Marine Corps, who Bolonicov had covered for on their way into Moscow, became a piece of evidence...

Because, if you have nothing to hide, why chase them out of the factory in the middle of the night?

This was the effect Mountain Eagle wanted...

Flooding the market with fake news made it impossible for people to discern truth from fiction, then he, "Mountain Eagle," recognized by Assange and fighting desperately for Snowden, would become the only reliable source.

Mountain Eagle was sure someone would contact him!

He had full confidence in the vast powers of his peripheral enemies...

Of course, if they were too inept, he wouldn’t mind leaking his phone number.

After keeping busy for nearly an hour and a half, Mountain Eagle put down his phone and closed his eyes to rest...

...

At this moment, the factory surroundings had reverted to the original quiet of the cemetery, as if no living thing existed, but the Four Seasons Hotel in Moscow had become a battlefield for various factions...

Sergei, terrified, had just seen off a late-night visit from his direct superior, then set down his overheating phone...

His phone hadn’t stopped ringing for the past hour...

The callers ranged from old classmates, to current colleagues, then to department superiors, and eventually, the head of the Fifth Intelligence Bureau himself personally knocked on their door.

Selena, carrying her child, came out of the room, chased away Anton, who was sulking on the sofa, then sat down and asked Sergei, "What exactly do they want to know?"

...

"They want Mountain Eagle’s contact information..."

Victoria, with a pale and angry face, cursed while holding her phone: "Blood Fox, you old bastard found a good apprentice!

That little bastard Mountain Eagle has tricked us all!

FUCK, he had never thought of cooperating from the beginning! The whole time he wanted to play the leading role all by himself!"

Blood Fox, in high spirits on the phone, replied, "Young people love to stand out. I’ll criticize him after things have wrapped up.

But you have to admit, the kid is really impressive!"

"FUCK..."

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