Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 253 - 252: The Fierce Machine Gun

Chapter 253: Chapter 252: The Fierce Machine Gun

A small village near the Falcon Mountain Area in Moscow, a dozen fully-armed Big Beards gathered inside a shabby dwelling constructed of iron sheets and wooden planks...

One Chechen Big Beard, watching the news broadcast on the television, angrily flipped over the table and bellowed, "What the fuck is going on?"

The TV reporter stood in front of a pile of body bags, reporting sarcastically about the terrorists’ incompetence, and further praised the warriors who defeated them.

Although the reporter kept mum about the identity of the victorious side in the conflict, hints were scattered throughout the report that this was persecution by the Western world against the great whistleblower, Mr. Snowden.

The people inside the dwelling had all experienced the battle themselves; they knew what they were doing, they had made all the preparations, but they never imagined they would be labeled as terrorists, especially those intending to attack Snowden...

These men, only skilled in warfare, couldn’t grasp the specifics of what had happened, but one thing was clear to them: their employer had not told them the truth.

Mountain Eagle’s recent battle at a factory in the north of Moscow had been deliberately publicized and was now infamous in the Underworld.

The cost of attacking Snowden had been raised to an unprecedented high!

Mercenaries certainly don’t mind taking risks in battle, but the price is different depending on the target!

Whether the employer lied or intended for them to take the fall, it required a different payment!

"What the fuck is going on?

All our brothers are dead; they were only injured when we left, but those bastards killed them all."

The angry Chechen Big Beard glared at a middle-aged man with a stiff expression, saying in a deep voice, "’Fishing Pole,’ Mario has deceived us, and deception comes at a cost."

The middle-aged man ’Fishing Pole’ was a middleman for the Mercenary Group, not too senior, as those well-known middlemen would never partner up with Mario, let alone offend giants like the Maloferiev family and Rodkin.

’Fishing Pole’ was also dumbfounded, faced with the Big Beard’s roar, he gestured with his hands, "I don’t know what happened, I’m contacting Mario’s side...

Right now, it’s not about fixing blame but about leaving Moscow quickly and finding a safe port to exit the country.

Both the Maloferiev family and the Rodkin family are putting pressure on the authorities. If we don’t leave soon, they’ll eventually come for us."

With that, ’Fishing Pole’ looked at the Big Beard, "The money has been transferred to the banks in Dubai and England as you requested. I believe Mario has not deceived us – there must be something we don’t understand that’s happened.

Everyone calm down, let’s leave this place first!

It’s going to be dangerous here soon!"

The Big Beard glanced at a few companions who were starting to falter, his lips curled into a cruel smile, saying, "We’re ready to lay down our lives, but it has to be for the right price.

Mario treats us like fools; he thinks we don’t know about his dealings with the English..."

Suddenly, the Big Beard drew a pistol and shot the middleman ’Fishing Pole’ in the thigh, watching as ’Fishing Pole’ screamed and fell to the ground. Pointing the gun at ’Fishing Pole’s’ head, he said, "Tell Mario the commission is doubled, and I also want to know who those people were last night."

As the Big Beard made his move, the few companions around him exchanged glances and eventually sided with the Big Beard, starting to discuss revenge in a flurry of voices.

Of course, who to exact revenge on depended on whether Mario was willing to pay up!

As ’Fishing Pole’ clutched his thigh, enduring the extreme pain and trying to make a call, several local Russian police appeared outside the dwelling.

The man on guard duty immediately reported the situation outside...

The Big Beard thought his recent gunfire had drawn the attention of others in the village. He told a man in civilian clothes, "Get rid of them, and if that doesn’t work, lure them in and take them out..."

The civilian-clothed middle-aged man tucked a handgun behind his waist and briskly walked out...

Just as the civilian-clothed middle-aged man stepped into the yard with a smile, pushing open the gate to greet the two policemen...

One of the young policemen, with gray eyes and a scar on his face, gave the civilian-clothed man a mocking look that instantly filled him with foreboding...

Just as he was about to draw his weapon, the young officer stepped aside, and then the police car behind him roared into action. The engine howled, the front wheels spun, and the vehicle aggressively crashed into the courtyard, running over the civilian-clothed man’s legs and crushing him as it plowed through...

A slim figure leaped from the car just before it collided with the dwelling, rolling on the ground several times and swiftly dashing towards the gate.

As the Mercenary on guard tried to open fire, a large-caliber bullet hit the dwelling’s window.

The 12.7 mm bullet struck a Mercenary in the right shoulder, shattering his entire right shoulder and part of his chest like an ax opening a mountain.

Just when the people inside realized something was wrong and grabbed their guns to retaliate, the police car outside suddenly burst into flames.

The fire quickly engulfed the area near the entrance, blocking their only exit, followed by gunfire from both the rear bush and the gate...

Bullets poured down like a torrential rain, piercing through the dwelling’s thin walls...

"Get down, evac through the kitchen window, go, go, go..."

Two mercenaries pushed open the windows hard, one of them just jumped onto the windowsill when he was hit by a bullet in the chest...

The other mercenary who followed closely yelled in horror when he saw a gunman on the lift of an electric utility vehicle 200 meters away...

"Watch out, there’s a sniper..."

Mountain Eagle, Butcher, and Daria shot from the direction of the bushes while slowly approaching the house...

Their RPK light machine guns emptied two drum magazines within one minute, and the gunfire near the gate of the courtyard was perfectly positioned at a 90-degree angle, enshrouding the entire house within their firing range.

You talk about accuracy, there was none of that, but it was not needed at the moment.

The old wooden houses in the Russian countryside had no effective defensive capabilities, and the 5.45mm bullets could easily penetrate the walls.

Against such an attack, the people inside the house had no chance to escape without some special means.

A sniper from the Red Fox Mercenary Corps Group’s tactical team, ’Glasses,’ sat on the lift of an electric utility vehicle and pulled the trigger, splitting a guy trying to escape through the bathroom window into two...

Feeling the vibrations of the lift, ’Glasses’ cheered excitedly and then squeezed the radio and called out, "Third one..."

Pigeon, watching from afar the lift where ’Glasses’ was located visibly shaking due to the vibrations, shook his head and muttered to himself, "Idiot..."

The grey-eyed young man in police uniform was Red Fox’s Gray Wolf...

Gray Wolf, as a machine gunner, set up a PKM on a hole in the wall of the courtyard and with another comrade holding an RPK, they kept pouring ammo into the cottage.

The skinny man who had been driving before stood next to Gray Wolf, acting as an assistant, holding the ammunition belt with both hands allowing the PKM to fire at full force while loudly shouting, "Boss, is this really legal what we’re doing?

This is the first job I’ve had where I’m not worried about the police..."

After Gray Wolf finished the second ammo belt, he shouted loudly for a "gun change"...

The short guy immediately bent down to hand him another PKM from the ground, then he quickly changed the barrel of the machine gun that had been replaced while excitedly saying, "We should do more of this kind of work in the future; I’m willing to take less pay!"

Gray Wolf glared at his chatty comrade and turned the gun towards the direction of the cottage rooms and pulled the trigger, cutting off any return fire from inside.

The 7.62mm machine gun bullets’ power had completely exceeded the small house’s endurance limit. After four or five hundred rounds, the thin walls of the cottage began to show signs of collapsing.

The unreasonably intense firing lasted nearly 15 minutes...

After Mountain Eagle emptied the last 98-round drum magazine, he dropped the RPK light machine gun, which had become too hot to hold, on the ground, then squeezed the radio and said, "Cease fire...

Little Dog Team is responsible for the guard, inform the police to enter the scene after 20 minutes..."

Gray Wolf stopped firing, clenching his teeth and resentfully squeezed the radio, "We are Red Fox’s ’Evil Wolf Squad’..."

Mountain Eagle, holding an AK-105, approached the cottage cautiously while laughing and saying, "I’m now the boss of the employer, this is my term of endearment for you...

Besides, the name ’Evil Wolf’ is so tacky, it has no memorability.

How can you make big money with that name?"

When Gray Wolf was about to get angry, the sniper ’Glasses’ intervened, "YE, I also think the name ’Evil Wolf Squad’ is not good; there are at least eighty if not a hundred Mercenary Groups named ’Evil Wolf’.

Actually, we could be called ’Arctic Wolf’ or ’Fenrir’...

A good name is really important!"

"Shut up!"

Gray Wolf snapped irritably, then said, "Snow Leopard and Rabbit are in charge of firefighting, Glasses keep watch..."

As he spoke, Gray Wolf saw the distinctive bang and flash of a shock bomb inside the room, cursed ’extravagance’ under his breath, then pulled out two Offensive Hand Grenades and tossed them into the burning police car after pulling the pins...

"Boom boom"

Two explosions rang out, and the flames of the burning police car surged outward for a moment before strangely beginning to shrink.

When Snow Leopard and Rabbit rushed up with fire extinguishers, the fire was quickly brought under control.

By this time, Mountain Eagle had already entered the cottage through the window and quickly finished the clean-up work, tossing four unlucky survivors who had lost the ability to fight back out through the kitchen window.

Looking at a guy who was howling while holding his thigh, Mountain Eagle jumped out of the window first, grabbing this guy who was clearly not a mercenary and dragging him to the center of the courtyard...

He signaled Butcher to press the man’s hands onto some iron felt, Mountain Eagle picked up a hammer and gestured, then asked in a deep voice, "Where’s Mario?"

’Fishing Pole,’ acting as the Middleman had never seen such a scene, he forgot about the wound on his thigh and desperately struggled as he shouted, "I don’t know, but I have his number..."