Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 241 - 240: Battlefield Leader

Chapter 241: Chapter 240: Battlefield Leader

Mountain Eagle and his team arrived back at the camp in their van, where Daria had already been waiting around a campfire with three hostages for a while.

When the van arrived, the young man who had been lying on the ground clutching his leg and whining in pain suddenly sat up and began to scream...

"Take me to the hospital, I’m injured, take me to the hospital...

I have money, lots of money, I’ll give you a lot, hurry up and take me to the hospital, ah..."

The cries and wails of the young man stirred the kidnapped young girl to start sobbing as well.

Great White Shark sat on a piece of deadwood, holding his hands to his chest and looking down at the campfire in front of him, seemingly lost in his own thoughts, oblivious to the commotion around him.

Mountain Eagle, who had just gotten out of the van, took a step back from the cries of the young man, then looked towards Daria, who seemed somewhat unimpressed, and curiously asked, "Is this guy seriously injured?"

Daria glanced at the howling young man with disdain and said, "A bullet fragment hit the outside of his thigh...

If we go to the hospital later, the wound might stop bleeding on its own."

The young man paused upon hearing this, then screamed out in pain, "No, my leg hurts a lot, I must be seriously injured, take me to the hospital, quickly take me to the hospital...

My father is Constantin Malofeyev, he has a lot of money, he will give you a lot of money!"

Mountain Eagle looked amusingly at this young man, who clearly seemed to be a pampered rich kid. He walked over, squatted down beside him, and pulled out a knife to cut open his bloodied pants leg...

Looking at the twisted fragment the size of a fingernail embedded in the outside of his thigh, Mountain Eagle grabbed the exposed part and yanked...

"Ah..."

The young man let out a piercing scream, his body immediately stiffened, and then he wet himself.

Mountain Eagle, holding the sharp bullet fragment in his hand, which was not wide but at least 5 centimeters long and could reach the bone of the leg, glanced at Daria, who was hugging the young girl to keep her from seeing the bloody scene, and then gestured to Butcher with a sense of resignation, saying, "From the bleeding, the injury doesn’t look serious. This guy’s reaction is a bit too much. Give him first aid and bandage him up..."

Daria, realizing that Mountain Eagle seemed to bear no ill will towards her, stuck her tongue out at her soaking wet sister Yuliy and asked, "Did everything go smoothly?"

Yuliy looked at Mountain Eagle with some reverence, then nodded slightly and said, "Very smoothly..."

Yuliy didn’t go into details because there really weren’t any noteworthy details in the entire fight.

Their boss Mountain Eagle, other than being an expert marksman and seasoned in action, didn’t come off as particularly brave...

But Yuliy had the feeling that the whole fight was orchestrated by Mountain Eagle’s tempo. She and Pirate were led by Mountain Eagle’s actions, as if joining an uncannily prescient and strange combat rhythm.

against 50 isn’t something particularly remarkable in modern warfare.

But 6 against 50, being able to rescue the hostages and completely annihilate the enemy, is indeed an impressive feat.

Yuliy had been through underdog fights but they usually ended with a desperate escape, and even after, they would celebrate just for having survived.

Today, however, from the moment she decided to stick with Mountain Eagle in battle, it seemed like every step landed perfectly...

Each shot fired was on target...

Every maneuver was just right...

Every assault applied pressure on the enemy and paved the way for the next move...

This unprecedented feeling left Yuliy, now fully composed, somewhat trembling.

She didn’t even know why she felt this way!

Mountain Eagle wasn’t talkative, but he could lift the tempo with his actions and very brief commands, while simultaneously fully activating his comrades’ capabilities.

Sharply focused minds, and highly tensed bodies...

Yuliy, though only 26, was absolutely a veteran of battlefields.

From the second she landed, she felt as if an invisible baton was directing her, making her ignore all of Mountain Eagle’s unreasonable requests and naturally cooperating with him, completing a striking performance.

Afterward, it wasn’t until she boarded the vehicle that she felt her body going limp!

Now Yuliy’s emotions were indescribable to herself: tension, thrill, excitement, and fear were all mixed up, making her unable to explain in detail to her sister.

Pirate had worked with Mountain Eagle on his own and understood Yuliy’s condition to some extent, but the gruff man had a different reaction to this state of affairs compared to a pretty girl.

His feeling was the same as Butcher’s, without any complex thoughts...

At first, they felt tired and overly stimulated fighting alongside the boss, but then got used to it and thought the boss was awesome in combat...

It was only natural then to feel, although I had some difficulty keeping up, I did keep up, so I must be awesome too.

Confident as ever, Butcher and the others were energized both physically and mentally.

Seeing the somewhat distracted Yuliy, the Pirate hesitated for a moment before saying, "You’re pretty good, the boss didn’t misjudge you..."

Yuliy hesitated for a moment, then curiously looked at the Pirate, asking, "When you fought alongside him, did you feel anything strange?"

The Pirate with the crude demeanor frowned and said, "No..."

Yuliy, keen by nature, looked at the rough Pirate and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Never mind, forget I said anything."

With that, Yuliy sat down next to Daria, took off her tactical vest, then pulled off her soaking wet T-shirt, draping it over her knees, and began to use the heat from the fire to dry it...

Daria watched her sister, wearing only a sexy bra on her upper body, shamelessly sticking out her chest in the direction of Mountain Eagle...

She cheerily held the constantly sobbing little girl, pointing to Yuliy, who looked exactly like her, and said, "This is my sister, her name is Yuliy, she’s amazing!"

Seeing the young man stopped calling for help, the little girl, with tearful eyes, looked at Yuliy and said, "Thank you for saving me."

Yuliy noticed Mountain Eagle wasn’t paying attention to her, she looked down at her tech-enhanced yet tough chest, feeling a little dissatisfied, she pouted slightly...

Hearing the little girl thank her, she shook her head and pointed at Mountain Eagle, saying, "He’s our boss; he’s the one who decided to save you."

Mountain Eagle, who was drinking water heavily, felt the little girl’s gaze, nodded towards the youngster, and said, "I’m Mountain Eagle; if your daddy is really rich, I wouldn’t mind a reward..."

The little girl tightened her grip on Daria’s arm, then, seeing Mountain Eagle’s smiling face, she sighed softly and said, "No, you’re a good person, thank you!"

Upon hearing that, Mountain Eagle stroked his chin and said, "Good people doing good deeds shouldn’t just get a thank you...

You little girl don’t understand, I don’t like you..."

Saying that, Mountain Eagle turned to look at the young man who had managed to get his injuries under control and was starting to relax, and said with a smile, "You’re sensible, I like you."

After finishing, Mountain Eagle suddenly slapped his head and looked at the young man, asking, "What did you say your dad’s name was?"

"Constantin Malofeyev..."

Sofia, who had been staring at the fire pit the whole time, suddenly spoke up, "His name is Peter Malofov, the youngest son of Constantin Malofeyev."

Saying that, ’Great White Shark’ Sofia leaned forward and extended her hand towards Mountain Eagle, saying, "Sofia, the people outside all call me ’Great White Shark’..."

Mountain Eagle reached out and shook hands with Sofia...

Sofia was quite petite, probably just around 1.55 meters tall, and her build was similar to that of a flat board...

She had slender shoulders, a slim neck, and because of her ear-length short hair, her already not too delicate features seemed somewhat masculine...

Her lips were thin, nose high, and her eyes particularly large...

Seeing these eyes, most people would unconsciously overlook the other features on her face.

Going by her appearance alone, while not outstanding, she was still a pretty young woman...

Mountain Eagle just couldn’t associate the nickname ’Great White Shark’ with Sofia.

Feeling Sofia’s slender and cold palm, Mountain Eagle smiled and said, "I’m Mountain Eagle, an apprentice of Blood Fox..."

Mountain Eagle didn’t want to discuss anything about Blood Fox and others in the presence of outsiders, he turned towards Peter Malofov asking, "What’s so special about this guy?"

Sofia shook her head and said, "Nothing special about him, but his father, Constantin, is one of Russia’s top tycoons...

Constantin’s enterprises are involved in media, energy, finance, and other industries and is one of the few super-rich in Russia outside of Boss Pu’s circle.

He’s also the biggest donor to the Russian nationalist faction!

It was Strickov who first entered Crimea and negotiated with the local government to win over the Crimea military, becoming the face of Russian nationalism.

Strickov’s action in Crimea was supported by Constantin.

After Boss Pu took over the Crimea issue, Strickov moved into the Donbas Region and convinced the pro-Russian faction there to start a war with Ukraine.

Providing them with financial support was none other than Constantin and the Russian nationalist group he represented, commonly referred to as the ’Locust Russia faction’ by outsiders."

Once Sofia mentioned this, Mountain Eagle remembered...

After all, he had spent a few years in St. Petersburg and had some understanding of Russia’s top figures...

Looking at Peter who could now sit up and sob, Mountain Eagle said with amusement, "Is this guy’s dad really Constantin Malofeyev?

The President of Charigler Group Company, the owner of the ’tsargrad’ TV station, and also the owner of Russia’s largest private investment fund—Constantin Malofeyev?"

Sofia looked curiously at Mountain Eagle, clearly not a Russian, and nodded, "I’m surprised you have such knowledge of Russian businessmen."

Mountain Eagle just smiled, offering no further explanation...

During his time in St. Petersburg, he had dealings with people from the ’Charigler Group’, and the process was very unpleasant!