Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger

Chuck's mind is now in chaos, affected by the shock bomb, his eyes see everything in double vision.

When Mountain Eagle's high-brightness LED light was turned on, Chuck's eyes felt like they were being pricked by needles, a sour sting causing him to tear up uncontrollably.

Maybe out of luck, Chuck's hearing was damaged but not too severely. Though everything sounded mixed with a "buzzing" noise, he could understand what Mountain Eagle was saying.

Chuck is now kneeling on the ground, his hands and feet bound together with binding tape, causing his upper body to involuntarily lean back.

Facing Mountain Eagle's gun barrel, Chuck didn't seem particularly afraid. He moved his chin to avoid the scorching barrel, and with his eyes fixed tightly on Mountain Eagle, he said expressionlessly: "You think you've won by capturing us?

Mountain Eagle, I admit you're the toughest guy I've ever seen, but it doesn't matter because you've chosen enemies that are unbeatable..."

Mountain Eagle listened, shook his head with a laugh, and sat on the ground. After a long sigh, he retrieved four solitary bullets from the quick loader at his waist and loaded them into the shotgun chamber, then placed the hot barrel against Chuck's neck...

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The scorching gun barrel made Chuck's neck twitch. Even though it was extremely painful, Chuck continued to stare at Mountain Eagle with blurred eyes, seemingly wanting to etch his appearance into his memory...

"Between you and me, you won!"

After speaking, Chuck tried hard to shrug away the gun barrel with his shoulder, then said in a deep voice, "You caught me, so let's negotiate...

Let all of us go, and I'll spare your family and subordinates left in Brown Bear Camp!"

Mountain Eagle seemed to hear something particularly amusing. He leaned the shotgun beside him, fumbled for a cigarette from his pocket, lit one for himself...

Took a puff and blew the smoke in Chuck's face, then pulled out a tactical computer, brought up the live battlefield footage, and pushed it in front of Chuck, tauntingly said, "Who exactly is sparing whom?

Your two boats are not far from sinking; the people on board have been trying to escape, but the Yukon River is certainly not something they can conquer."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle switched the view to the side of Brown Bear Camp, then pointed at the Sinaloa cannon fodder still fiercely attacking, sarcastically said, "You think that equipping a bunch of cartel gunmen with advanced weapons and giving them a shot makes them qualified warriors?

Yeah, they're indeed not afraid of death, but so what? Besides damaging a few buildings, I don't see anything special about them.

Buddy, your plan failed. From the moment your two boats were disabled, you were doomed not to threaten Brown Bear Camp."

Chuck couldn't see clearly at all; he leaned his face close to the tactical computer like a highly nearsighted person and struggled to look for a long time, finally shook his head and said, "If your people are so great, why don't you just kill them all?

Why would a boss like you need to come and take risks?"

Mountain Eagle stuffed the cigarette back into his mouth, took a deep drag, then sighed and said, "Because I feel there's no point in killing everyone...

By then, both the Sinaloa and Edward Foundation would play deaf and dumb. Do I have to tell everyone I meet that I killed hundreds of gunmen, leaving you guys greatly weakened?

How would that make me different from those cartels who upload massacre videos online to flaunt their cruelty?"

Saying this, Mountain Eagle glanced at Tiago, lying sideways not far away with blood continuously flowing from his ears and nose, and said with a smile, "I want to give all of you a chance...

Have your men surrender, and I'll give your captives the treatment they deserve.

Food, water, medical care—maybe you'll lose your freedom, but you'll survive..."

Chuck paused for a moment, then vigorously shook his head and said, "Compared to becoming a captive, I'd rather have you send me off with dignity...

Mountain Eagle, just when you fell into my trap, a transport plane took off from Fairbanks.

That plane is carrying 4 high-powered aerial bombs, enough to flatten Brown Bear Camp.

I'm the only one who can stop it now...

Let me leave here, and I can have that plane turn back!"

Mountain Eagle was not worried about the so-called aerial bombs because not only had he moved his family to the lakeside camp, but without professional equipment, it was extremely difficult for that kind of fishery cargo plane to accurately drop bombs on the camp.

In this snowy weather, the only way to bomb the camp is to fly at a very low altitude, but in such conditions, it can't avoid the camp's close-range air defense system...

The Stinger Missile, though portable, effortlessly targets such low-flying, slow-moving objects.

But Mountain Eagle was now a bit curious. He frowned at Chuck and said, "You have aerial bombs; why didn't you use them at the start of the battle?

Did you know you'd definitely be captured, so you held onto it as a bargaining chip to negotiate with me?"

Even Mountain Eagle found it hard to believe his own words. He shook his head and said, "You can't be such a person; can you tell me why?"

Chuck noticed that Mountain Eagle didn't seem particularly anxious. He shook his dizzy head and said, "This is the United States; if possible, no one wants to use that level of weapon here..."

Saying this, Chuck looked up at Mountain Eagle and said in a deep voice, "You're wasting your own time...

Unless you don't care about your family and subordinates at all, you should untie me now and seriously talk with me."

Mountain Eagle nodded with a sense of realization...

Aerial bombs are the final resort when all preparations cannot solve the problem. Even the Edward Foundation, no matter how remote Brown Bear Camp is, must use them cautiously.

This indirect information was quite crucial for Mountain Eagle; through it, he could roughly gauge the Edward Foundation's strength boundary in the United States.

Now it can be confirmed that they are definitely not the kind of tycoon big shots who can mobilize the US Army under the guise of an 'exercise' to eliminate opponents and then casually find an excuse to cover up the facts.

The Edward Foundation has reservations, but is determined to eliminate Mountain Eagle, even at the cost of using weapons that will inevitably provoke the anger of the United States.

This means that the benefits generated from taking down Mountain Eagle, combined with the hatred value between both sides, can basically cover the losses they will incur by doing this, or earn a bit less.

Mountain Eagle is aware of the value of the funds and channels he controls in Southeast Asia, which also means the Edward Foundation believes the cost of handling the anger of the United States is less than the gains from consuming Mountain Eagle's assets.

The lobbying of the United States and Congress actually have certain costs. If someone knowledgeable helps calculate, Mountain Eagle can roughly judge the political power limit of the Edward Foundation.

Faced with Chuck's negotiation request, Mountain Eagle shook his head, saying, "You're still delusional about negotiating with me at this point...

Brother, you have no idea what I'm capable of. I will make all of you regret treating me as an enemy!

This could have been avoided, but you always face me with an arrogant and ignorant attitude..."

After speaking, Mountain Eagle simply ignored Chuck and walked to the one-eyed General Sied. Looking at the guy's pain from the gunshots to the knee and wrist, he pulled out a knife and cut the binding tape on his hand, allowing General Sied to sit against the wall in a relatively comfortable position...

This guy kept his eyes closed, and his left ear was still bleeding continuously. So Mountain Eagle spoke into his right ear: "If you can hear me, just nod your head..."

General Sied kept his eyes closed and tightly clenched his left hand over the wound on his right hand, nodding slightly.

Seeing that he could hear, Mountain Eagle straightforwardly said, "You're a mercenary who works for money. Killing you means nothing to me. You've lost now, so let's make it quick.

I'll give you a chance to survive; have your men stop completely, and I'll give you a decent treatment."

General Sied listened and remained silent for a long time before finally nodding and saying, "I certainly lost, but how do you prove you've won?

Chuck's aerial bomb claim is true; can you guarantee that after the Brown Bear Camp is bombed, you won't go mad seeking revenge on us?"

Mountain Eagle nodded slightly, this is a typical old fox...

In this situation, he certainly doesn't mind surrendering, but he wants it to be meaningful, because surrendering to someone with a family that could be bombed at any moment is not much different from putting his head in a hangman's noose.

This old fox knows very well that surrendering has no meaning until there is a result between Chuck and Mountain Eagle!

There are still his people outside, so holding off on surrendering may still offer a glimmer of survival...

Knowing that it's pointless to waste words on General Sied, Mountain Eagle walked over to Tiago to check...

This drug dealer is now both deaf and blind, unable to communicate normally for at least three to five days, so Mountain Eagle doesn't bother to talk to him either. Instead, he slices into the radio communications network set up by General Sied and the rest through a bionic bird...

"I am Mountain Eagle, your boss; General Sied, Mr. Tiago, and Commander Chuck are all in my hands...

Your situation is extremely dire...

The people on the ship, I believe you all know more than anyone that I have the ability to sink you.

Idiots in the wetlands, use the ice and snow to clear your minds of the stimulant; you have no chance of crossing the river. Staying there only wastes bullets and ends your lives; you'll gain nothing.

And the guys surrounding the mansion, I know you still have some hope, but you should look up at the sky..."

Just as Mountain Eagle spoke, the last Spring Knife skimmed by more than ten meters above their heads, followed by a series of wolf howls from the snowfield outside the mansion...

"I offer you a chance to surrender..."

Seeing Mountain Eagle speaking to himself, Chuck suddenly laughed out loud, "Don't waste your effort; unless we order it ourselves, nothing you say will work..."

Mountain Eagle waited for more than ten seconds, and there was indeed no response on the radio, so he shook his head and walked back to Chuck, smiling as he said, "These are all choices you've made yourselves, you've given up on decent treatment, so don't blame me later..."

That said, Mountain Eagle took out the satellite phone he confiscated from Cohen of the Chimera Squad, squatted beside Chuck, and said, "You wanted to negotiate, so what's the pilot's number?"

Chuck knew he was actually defeated. At this moment, using aerial bombs to kill Mountain Eagle's family would only make the Edward Foundation lose even more, so he simply reported the pilot's number...

When Mountain Eagle dialed the phone and put it on speaker, as soon as the call connected, Chuck rapidly said, "This is Chuck; where have you reached?"

The static on the phone was very loud; the other side shouted, "The snow is heavy; we've reached the vicinity of Brown Bear Camp...

Boss, the heavy snow has caused visibility to be very low; we need someone to use a conspicuous marker to guide us to the ground target."

Chuck glanced at Mountain Eagle, just about to speak when Mountain Eagle suddenly smiled and said, "You're at an altitude of 1400 meters, 4 kilometers from the Brown Bear Camp, oh, now just 3 kilometers..."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle looked at the surprised Chuck and shrugged, saying, "They now have no chance to get any closer..."

As Mountain Eagle spoke, a terrified shout suddenly came through the satellite phone...

"What is that, fuck, it's an anti-air missile, it's an anti-air trajectory, fuck, hold on..."

"Boom..."

"Screech..."

Mountain Eagle dropped the satellite phone in response to Chuck's horrified expression, stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "Okay, now you have no final chips...

You've given up on the chance for a decent surrender yourself, so I can only employ some measures suitable for mercenaries."