Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 301 - 297: Giving Night Vision Goggles Upon Meeting

Chapter 301: Chapter 297: Giving Night Vision Goggles Upon Meeting

Mountain Eagle landed in Bangkok aboard Deveka’s private jet, then hopped into a brand-new Hilux pickup truck and sped towards Pattaya.

The combat dog Balang was still giving Mountain Eagle the cold shoulder. As the truck zoomed along, Balang, seated in the back, rested his head on the window to watch the traffic flow, adamantly avoiding eye contact with Mountain Eagle.

Mountain Eagle hadn’t actually planned to take Balang into combat, since they hadn’t fully bonded yet, and frankly, Mountain Eagle himself didn’t want to take action if it could be avoided this time.

He brought Balang along to see if the dog’s keen sense of smell could be of any help and to reacquaint the combat dog with the atmosphere of battle.

Balang’s arrogant demeanor was asking for a spanking, but Mountain Eagle liked this stubborn beast. The tougher the bonding, the easier it was to pinpoint issues, which could then be promptly resolved or just abandoned entirely.

While driving, Mountain Eagle occasionally scratched Balang’s neck. If Balang started to get anxious, he would exit the highway and find a secluded spot for Balang to relieve himself.

After a four-hour drive and two rest stop breaks, they also found and bought some of Balang’s favorite dog food and several toys that caught his interest at a supermarket.

Finally, before arriving at the Joint Investigation Team’s office, Mountain Eagle managed to catch Balang’s attention.

Parking on the outskirts, Mountain Eagle, clad in jeans and a white T-shirt, stepped out of the truck, walked around to the back seat, and pulled out a large bag. From it, he fetched a tactical vest and a lightweight tactical helmet and put them on.

Seeing Balang grow restless at the smell of gunpowder, Mountain Eagle took out a custom-made bullet-proof vest for combat dogs. While calming the agitated dog, he fitted the vest onto Balang.

After finally adjusting the size, Mountain Eagle attached a leash to the hook on Balang’s back and clipped the leash to his own waist belt, restricting Balang to move only in close proximity to himself.

You can’t tether Balang by the neck; doing so makes him very aggressive. Leading him by the bullet-proof vest effectively decreased his resistance.

However, once out of the truck, Balang still seemed quite uncomfortable, straining against the leash and stretching it taut as he pulled to the side.

Mountain Eagle didn’t mind Balang’s stubbornness. He secured four magazines loaded with VSS sniper bullets to his waist belt, then fixed a Glock 40 in its holster and four spare magazines to his chest, and on his left shoulder, he attached a tactical dagger.

With a CZ75 on his right thigh, Mountain Eagle was equipped with a long gun and two pistols.

After gearing up, Mountain Eagle forcefully pulled Balang to his side. Ignoring the dog’s snarling resistance, he packed two bottles of water, two small bags of dog food, and two VSS magazines into the side pouches of its vest.

Once finished, Mountain Eagle, with a smirk, tugged at Balang’s mouth and said, "People have sons; as fathers, we’ve got to work hard to prevent our sons from the need to do the same. Behave and cooperate with me, and when I get back I’ll find you a few beautiful wives."

Whether Balang understood or not, he turned around and tried chewing on the side pouches a few times. After failing, he gave up resisting, somewhat disheartened...

When Mountain Eagle shouldered a small tactical pack and started walking forward with a large bag, Balang dutifully followed.

Taigore, having received word of Mountain Eagle’s arrival, got out from a van and quickly approached Mountain Eagle, greeting him with a firm hug...

Fully armed, Mountain Eagle looked quite imposing. Taigore, a bit uncomfortable and as if witnessing Mountain Eagle ready for battle at any moment, said with a laugh, "What’s this all about?

The people inside are already trapped, and we’ve got our own surrounding the place. Even the third best in the world wouldn’t be able to break through our blockade."

Mountain Eagle glanced around...

The area was relatively secluded, all locals had been evacuated, and snipers from the 191st Squadron were perched on the few high points, keeping an eye on the building’s movements.

A generator truck and several large spotlights illuminated the building of the Joint Investigation Team, leaving no blind spots.

Dozens of police cars had it completely encircled, and on the side facing the building, bullet-proof shields were mounted on the cars with gaps reserved for shooting.

The most extreme measure, however, was Taigore’s commandeered van functioning as a temporary command center, flanked on both sides by a Striker Armored Personnel Carrier...

One of the carriers was topped with an automatic 40mm grenade launcher, while the other had a 12.7mm M2HB heavy machine gun.

Around the armored vehicles, there were over thirty soldiers whose attire and demeanor clearly differed from the 191st Squadron’s soldiers.

Mountain Eagle recognized Broadcast and Big Mouth, who had similar auras to these soldiers...

Lean, with murky eyes and speaking softly – most importantly, they looked very impoverished.

Their tactical vests were an older model, lacking any plates, and they were armed with the outdated M4A1.

After scanning his surroundings, Mountain Eagle asked Taigore, "Are those the Red Berets?"

Taigore gave a thumbs up and nodded, confirming, "That’s right. They are the sharp troopers coordinated over by my father’s friend.

Don’t let their seemingly distracted state fool you; they’ve executed many missions in the Golden Triangle and are the elite from the famous military commando units."

Mountain Eagle listened and glanced at Supa, the commander of the 191 unit who had always been following Taigore closely...

Since the first time this guy appeared, which was the assault on the Congressman’s estate, he left a deep impression on Mountain Eagle, with the label ’stuffed shirt’ stuck firmly on his head, impervious to fading away.

In all fairness, Supa and even the soldiers of the 191 unit looked more reliable than the Red Berets in terms of appearance, equipment, temperament, and even facial features.

But in Mountain Eagle’s view, it felt a bit odd when these soldiers of the 191 unit stood alongside the Red Berets.

Because the Red Berets, who didn’t even wear bullet-proof vests, would occasionally cast envious glances at the 191 unit soldiers, but most of the time they looked at them as if they were small animals.

Perhaps because Balang had once served in the Red Berets, ever since he saw those soldiers, he kept staring at them, occasionally letting out whimpers of grievance through his nose and mouth, but stubbornly refused to walk towards them.

Mountain Eagle clearly sensed Balang’s emotions. He took out some dog food from his pocket and brought it to Balang’s mouth. As it opened its mouth to eat, he firmly patted the side of its neck and shoulder plate.

Balang looked up at Mountain Eagle for a few seconds, then rubbed against the outside of Mountain Eagle’s right thigh with his body, and then perked up his neck to start paying attention to the surroundings.

Mountain Eagle watched Taigore’s smug face, smiled and shook his head, then handed over the large sack he was carrying to him, saying, "I don’t know what Third World capabilities really are, but I guess if they’re going to attack, they’d definitely do it at night.

A generator is a good idea, but it’s also particularly easy to sabotage."

Taigore opened the sack and, seeing the twenty-plus single-tube night vision goggles inside, said with slight embarrassment, "Actually, we have our own..."

Mountain Eagle looked at the binocular night vision goggles mounted on Supa’s helmet, smiled and shook his head, and asked, "How many do you have?

That pair on this guy’s head, he bought it from my spoils at his own expense. I remember I didn’t get too many at that time."

Mountain Eagle looked at Taigore, who was slightly embarrassed, and smilingly said, "If I’ve thought too much into it, just hand these night vision goggles to the Red Berets.

I’ve brought them anyway, just remember to make a separate purchase!

I know you may not have much money, but getting an extra speedboat for me shouldn’t be too hard for you."

Taigore looked at Mountain Eagle’s natural expression and nodded vigorously...

To be honest, Thailand really isn’t poor, but due to being too peaceful for too long, their investment in military and police equipment truly hasn’t been adequate.

Even the Sokol family, with their extensive reach, couldn’t modernize so many military and police forces in such a short time.

The Red Berets are all elite, but not to mention night vision goggles, even their radios are very old models.

Taigore had the generators brought in for fear that the adversaries would cut the power lines and escape under the cover of night.

Even to ensure the operation of the generators, he had a team of the 191 unit stationed around them.

The ’gifts’ that Mountain Eagle brought were not exactly force multipliers, but in the event of an emergency, they would prove to be extremely valuable.

Taigore handed the sack to Supa, who was beside him, whispered a few words in his ear, and then pulled Mountain Eagle along, saying, "Come with me, I want to show you around my temporary command center."

As he said this, Taigore glanced at Mountain Eagle’s equipment and laughed, "You don’t need to be so tense, unless the people inside can fly, they definitely won’t be able to escape."

Mountain Eagle glanced at the two Striker Armored Vehicles and nodded, "Actually, I think using armored vehicles to cover our soldiers and storm in might be more straightforward!"

Taigore stood at the rear of a van, signaled the guards to open the cargo doors, then boarded while shaking his head, "Impossible, I managed to push back the UK and US accusations, but if we use armored vehicles to forcefully assault and cause too many hostages to die, there will be a lot of trouble afterward.

The situation in Thailand is still good now; I can’t be willful and create problems for everyone."

As he spoke, Taigore sat down by a long table with a small building’s floor plan on it, pushed an unopened lunch box towards Mountain Eagle, and said, "This is something Samantha had the restaurant specially make for me, join me in eating.

Those guys inside have been cut off from food and water for two days. I think in one or two more days, even if they are unwilling to surrender, we can easily breach their stronghold."

Mountain Eagle shook his head noncommittally, pulled over a chair to sit down, and, glancing at the so-called temporary command center with nothing more than a few radio operators and dozen monitors and lacking any superfluous electronic equipment, chuckled to himself...

He let go of Balang and ordered it to sit, then pulled up a chair and sat beside Taigore, lifting the lids of several sophisticated lunch boxes...

What sort of lunch boxes were these?

A foot-long lobster thermidor, drunken abalone sliced neatly after scoring, steaming Beef Wellington, freshly stir-fried greens still wafting heat...

Watching Taigore contentedly devouring a portion of fried noodles, Mountain Eagle laughed and commented, "You sure know how to live the good life."

Taigore pushed a set of cutlery to Mountain Eagle and explained, "It was all Samantha taking it upon herself, I truly didn’t need any of it.

As a Commander, I should eat what my soldiers eat.

Don’t be shy, all this food is chef-made, don’t let it go to waste!"

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