Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 318 - 312: Tracing

Chapter 318: Chapter 312: Tracing

Mountain Eagle, upon the reminders of the people around him, realized that there were still people under the burning SUV. He attempted twice like a brave firefighter...

But ultimately, he couldn’t rush in to rescue the two people trapped and wailing under the car, consumed by the raging fire. Mountain Eagle, covered in soot and ash, returned to the side of the middle-aged special agent...

Looking at the complex expression on the special agent’s face, Mountain Eagle helped up Kate, who was like a shattered doll, and said with a regretful tone and an apologetic expression, "I am deeply saddened by your sacrifice...

But why couldn’t you wait for us? We had already sent you a clear warning. Didn’t Sam inform you?"

The middle-aged special agent glanced at Kate...

Seeing the safety advisor to the ambassador with her head twisted to the side, tearing up even in her unconscious state, the special agent said bitterly, "Officer, you should lay her flat; her spine might be injured..."

Mountain Eagle hurriedly laid Kate flat on the ground and then began to urgently call for backup and an ambulance using his radio.

After receiving an affirmative response, Mountain Eagle said to the middle-aged special agent, "The ambulance should arrive soon. I need to chase after those terrorists. Can you manage?"

The middle-aged special agent really wanted to say he couldn’t manage, but thinking about the terrible consequences of the documents falling into the terrorists’ hands, he nodded painfully and said, "I can, I can..."

After hearing this, Mountain Eagle turned to look at the burning SUV, nodded regretfully to the special agent, then stood up holding his credentials and found two enthusiastic locals to take care of the two Americans...

He specifically emphasized their official American status and, amid the puzzled looks of the onlookers, Mountain Eagle jumped over the barrier and rushed across the road...

"Have you found them?"

Butcher pointed to the slums not far away and said solemnly, "Those people didn’t die; they swam ashore..."

Mountain Eagle looked toward the nearby ’Kongdi District’ and said with a grave voice, "We pursue..."

Upon hearing this, Butcher turned to glance at the chaotic combat scene behind them and said, "Boss, what about over there?"

Mountain Eagle pointed toward the distant highway where a team of Red Berets was running towards the scene of the accident...

"Leave the scene to them. We need to keep the trail of the Round Table Knights; we can’t let them slip away under our noses."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle squeezed his radio and said, "Pigeon, take the ropes from the trunk and also bring over Balang..."

Daria looked at the dark slum not too far away, hesitated, and said, "Sir, are you serious?

We only have four people; although the enemy is wounded, the environment in the slum is complex. We could inform the police to cordon off the area."

Mountain Eagle shook his head, replying, "There’s no time. We can’t let them get away..."

Mountain Eagle had already directed Crow to keep an eye on those people. He wasn’t trying to play hero; he guessed from their escape route that they had a preplanned setup.

These people had obviously made a Plan B, facilitating an escape via land if something went wrong with the boat.

Mountain Eagle had expended a great deal of effort, using various inducements to create this situation; he wasn’t just aiming to kill terrorists and CIA personnel, but more so because the Round Table Knights had taken the biggest prize.

Retrieving it would benefit Mountain Eagle himself and Thailand the most.

Thinking themselves clever, these people wanted to gain from the chaos, how could Mountain Eagle let them get their way?

Seeing her suggestion dismissed, Daria no longer wasted words and instead took the bunch of carabiners from Pigeon, who was carrying a bundle of climbing ropes...

The four ran forward for almost 200 meters, then used the light poles above the highway and the ropes to rappel down swiftly.

A drop of seventeen or eighteen meters posed no difficulty to them, and upon landing, Balang wriggled off Mountain Eagle’s back and excitedly circled around him.

Mountain Eagle didn’t really need Balang to track the enemies, but he needed a reason to make it seem natural for Butcher and others to find the Round Table Knights’ people so efficiently.

Mountain Eagle led Balang around the garbage-strewn riverbank for a bit, found some clear footprints and bloodstains, had Balang sniff them, then tied the leash around his waist and prompted Balang to start tracking.

Back on duty, Balang was brimming with excitement; it didn’t bark loudly but silently pulled Mountain Eagle in a direction, running wildly...

Mountain Eagle, using his body weight to control Balang, understood the Shepherd Dog’s intentions through continuous vocal stimulation.

Before long, ’load-carrying’ Balang found a rhythm that matched Mountain Eagle, abandoning the energy-wasting run, choosing instead a slower, lighter step forward.

Bringing a military dog into combat offers benefits often overlooked by civilians, especially when entering a complex area. With a military dog’s help, a warrior can focus on the torso and upper body, where one is most susceptible to attacks.

A well-trained military dog can easily detect explosives and also provide early warnings of low-level dangers from its forward position.

Of course, Mountain Eagle would not let Balang wander at this stage. He was just using the leash to have Balang lead the way three paces in front of him.

At this distance, Mountain Eagle was confident he could respond swiftly to anything Balang might encounter.

These advantages didn’t greatly matter to Mountain Eagle at this stage since he had Crow guiding from the air.

But he needed to build rapport with Balang so it could perform effectively when truly needed.

Right now, the main role of Balang was to disguise his own seemingly prescient abilities.

The people of the Round Table Knights had five wounded; only the assault man Mole on the overpass and the old man, Lancelot, the boat driver, were unharmed.

Kongdi District slums were simply not navigable by car. To reach the evacuation site, these guys had to traverse the entire district from south to north to get to a place where they could drive.

Therefore, Mountain Eagle quickly caught up to these fellows but also encountered similar obstacles as last time...

About a dozen young men, clearly high on methamphetamine, were wielding clubs and burning bottles, creating a fire barrier at an intersection to obstruct passage, shouting and screaming around the fire for reasons unknown.

Mountain Eagle had seen through Crow that those people had entered a tubular building; they likely wanted to treat their injuries inside before figuring out how to transfer.

To approach the tubular building, one had to either take a big detour or go through these frenzied drug-addicted youths.

Killing or knocking them out was certainly not an option; without their noise, it would be tantamount to signaling the pursuers of the Round Table Knights.

Confronted with this situation, Mountain Eagle glanced at Balang, then released the leash and pointed at the youths saying, "Go..."

Hyperactive Balang paused for a moment, then suddenly crouched and dashed forward, leaping up about five or six meters away from a youth, its front paws landed on the youth’s chest, forcing him to sit down at the edge of the fire, scalded and screaming...

Balang didn’t linger to fight; it probably didn’t understand whom Mountain Eagle wanted it to bite, so instinctively it roamed around the youths like a Shepherd Dog, seizing the chance to take a bite when possible.

Mountain Eagle slapped the dazed Butcher on the shoulder and then, with the Butcher leading the way, the four crept along the shadows on the other side of the intersection.

The drug-addled goons, excited chasing after Balang, made all sorts of noises; they didn’t have the intent to pay attention even as they saw Mountain Eagle and his group passing by.

After leaving the intersection, Mountain Eagle used the controller to call Balang back to his side and led it along the exterior wall of the tubular building to the spot where the Round Table Knights had gone up.

He pushed Balang into the shadows of the stairwell, ordered it to wait, then gestured to the Butcher, whispering, "There are bloodstains on the ground, be light when we go upstairs."

In the pitch dark, it was impossible to clearly see the bloodstains on the ground, even with night vision goggles.

The Butcher attributed his boss’s easy tracking of the Round Table Knights to Balang; he looked at the somewhat agitated Balang crouching in the shadows and nodded slightly, "Balang is a good buddy..."

After speaking, the Butcher gestured to Pigeon to find a suitable position for cover in the opposite building, then looked at Mountain Eagle and patted his own shoulder...

Mountain Eagle extended his left hand and placed it on the Butcher’s shoulder, followed closely by Daria, and the three slowly ascended to the third floor following the blood trail on the ground...

When they got to the stairwell, they heard suppressed screams coming from the room at the left end, followed by several shouts of abuse and a bout of sobbing...

The reaction of the people in the tubular building was a bit strange...

It was only around 11 o’clock now, and with no entertainment in the slum and the risk of going out, it wasn’t strange for everyone to stay at home; the strange thing was that with such a commotion, not a single person seemed curious.

At such close distance, even with the barrier of the walls, Mountain Eagle could ’see’ the situation inside the room through Golden Cicada.

There are four households per floor in this tubular building, but apart from the one where the Round Table Knights were, everyone in all other households was hiding in their rooms, clearly awake yet silent.

Moreover, strangely enough, the rooms were all filled with women, some with one, some with two, or even three...

...

Robbin sat on a worn-out chair, watching as the medic ’Tailor’, wearing a headlamp, swiftly stitched up a wound on his leg...

Tailor expertly tied a knot, cut the suture thread, then handed Robbin an antibiotic, saying, "The river water is too filthy, we can’t disinfect thoroughly here; take this, and once we leave Bangkok, I’ll think of some other method."

Robbin nodded and thanked him before standing up and striding toward a room on the inside...

He watched the Indian soldier Hajis, with one hand choking a girl, forcing her to watch as he raped her mother.

Seeing the girl turning purple and almost at her end, Robbin rushed forward, grabbed Hajis by the neck, yanked him up then squeezed his wounded arm, causing the sewn-up wound to burst open...

Looking at Hajis whose eyes turned red from the injected stimulant, Robbin punched him in the jaw...

’Crash’, Hajis’s body collapsed a stool...

Just as Robbin was about to continue, Mole hugged him from behind, saying, "Don’t be impulsive; we’re on the same side, they’re just prostitutes..."

Robbin, facing the raped woman holding her unconscious daughter and crying non-stop, raised his hands to indicate Mole should let him go, then turned to look at his comrade who had led him into the mercenary profession, expressing his immense disappointment, "We are soldiers!

Mole, I’m out after this mission..."

As soon as Mole heard this, he yanked Robbin by the collar and said in a low voice, "Robbin, even if you want out, you have to wait until we are out of danger to bring it up.

We’ll be backed up by others soon, even if you despise Hajis, you have to endure.

We are mercenaries, not some goddamn moral saints, the moment you took this job, you should have been prepared!"

Robbin looked into Mole’s unfamiliar eyes, nodded, then shook his head, saying, "I overestimated how tempting money could be to me..."

Just as Mole was about to explode, the door to their room was kicked open...

"Nobody move, put your hands where I can see them..."

Hearing the noise behind him, the quick-reacting Mole forcefully pushed Robbin into a corner of the room, then turned around drawing his gun...

"Bang"