Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 666 - 618: Accidents Abound

At this moment, Mountain Eagle no longer had the mind to pay attention to those who went deeper into the wilderness...

The snowstorm limited Crow's vision and would also severely interfere with Crow's flight. At this time, Mountain Eagle had completely lost his reconnaissance ability in the north.

In contrast, the Death God drone that arrived first had it worse. It hastily fired two Hellfire missiles and didn't even have time to confirm the battle results. Due to the low temperature causing its wings to freeze and sensor issues arising, it had to return.

The snowstorm concealed everything, making the explosions from the two Hellfires seem so insignificant in the storm.

The team from the Department of Homeland Security stationed near the crashed plane rushed to the explosion center for a cursory check, then chose to withdraw toward the lee side of the hills under the pressure of temperatures around minus 15 degrees.

Those teams that were active before now seemed completely deflated, like eggplants hit by frost!

Maybe they were all well-trained and equipped, but if they couldn't handle it well, they wouldn't need someone to deliberately attack them; the Alaskan wilderness would completely devour them within 12 hours.

Compared to those unlucky ones who were unprepared, Mountain Eagle's side was much more at ease...

When everyone had finished sweeping up all the food, Sled and Old Qiao, who had left the table early, had already completed the preparations...

Medicines, warm clothing, top-tier sleeping bags claimed to withstand minus 40-degree temperatures, heating stoves, kettles, entrenching tools, axes, rainproof tarps, and a series of other items were packed into four drag sleds made of polyurethane material.

Mountain Eagle walked out of the log cabin when he received a call from Michael...

The biting cold wind outside hit Mountain Eagle, but it didn't make him feel very cold; instead, the slightly accelerated heartbeat after being stimulated made him a bit excited.

Mountain Eagle really wasn't cold at all because, although the Tilos Flexible Armor didn't cover his entire body, its self-heating mode easily kept Mountain Eagle's body temperature.

Even after wearing two layers of fleece for warmth and waterproof, windproof outerwear, Mountain Eagle still appeared much lighter than others.

Seeing the boss's outfit, Sled frowned and came forward to hand over a set of heavy cotton clothes and a mask with a fur hat, shouting loudly in the snowstorm: "Boss, you need to wear more and fully protect your face.

Otherwise, riding for dozens of kilometers in this weather could freeze off your nose and ears."

Mountain Eagle wasn't in the habit of refusing kindness; he put on the cotton clothes and then swiftly donned the fox fur-made hat.

Just as he was about to call everyone to walk to the dock to meet with Michael and them, Balang ran up excitedly, rubbing against his thigh.

Balang is a Malinois, and originally it couldn't adapt to Alaska's severe cold. But since it became strong and finished shedding, it has shown robust adaptability.

Even when the snowstorm came, Balang continued to run and play outside, occasionally chewing and biting to bring back those mischievous little wolves...

Looking at the excited Balang, Mountain Eagle hesitated for a moment, then chose to dress it in a windproof, warm tactical vest, and brought it onto the boat that Michael and the others came on.

The State Police's river patrol boat was quite large, and its hull was very sturdy.

The captain was also a veteran, who carefully maneuvered the boat, colliding a few times at the Brown Bear Camp dock, using external tires to absorb most of the impact, then steadily parked the boat.

Seeing Mountain Eagle and them emerge from the wind and snow, each dragging a sled, the Big Beard captain yelled into the cabin: "What are you standing there for? Go help and get everything on board...

fuck, those office pigs, those SOBs only know how to give orders...

Michael, when I go back this time, I'm quitting. I'd rather go home to fish to support myself than work for those SOBs."

Michael and Scott, the police brothers, pretended not to hear the grumbling captain. They led four crew members out of the cabin, activated the ship's winch, and hauled Mountain Eagle's sleds onto the boat.

The crew braved the heavy snow to secure the sleds on deck, then fled back to the cabin as if escaping for their lives.

By this time, it was completely dark, and the goose feather snow swept by the wind reduced visibility dramatically.

The high-brightness spotlights on the bow and top only lit up areas about thirty meters ahead.

Big Beard Captain could only rely on experience to judge the direction...

When Mountain Eagle and the others entered the cold cabin, Big Beard Captain, cursing, bravely set sail. The over 20-meter-long river patrol boat broke through the thin ice along the Yukon River, turned, and headed upstream of the Yukon River.

Mountain Eagle stood in the cockpit, listening to the occasional crash against the hull, he looked at Big Beard Captain with a bit of concern and said, "No problem, right...

In this weather, I don't want to fall into the river!"

Big Beard glared at the ill-spoken Mountain Eagle, then gruffly said, "I was boating on this waterway since I was five. I could find the right course with my eyes closed."

Sled leaned in next to a dazed Mountain Eagle, whispering: "When a captain says something like that, it means he's very nervous!

We should put on a life jacket. If you fall into the water, the first thing to do when you reach shore is to take off all your clothes..."

Mountain Eagle glared at Sled, who was deliberately creating tension, then tried to ignore the crashing sounds from the debris in the river hitting the patrol boat, watching Michael whose nose was obviously red from the cold yet his forehead was steaming...

"Buddy, are all State Police as dedicated as you?"

Saying this, Mountain Eagle greeted Scott, then glanced at the snow-heavy river channel ahead, shaking his head: "As far as I know, police in the United States don't generally handle rescues...

I brought supplies worth tens of thousands, you have to write a report afterward, then get someone to reimburse me."

Michael replied with a bitter smile, "I indeed am not responsible for rescues, but within a 50-kilometer radius, I'm the closest to those injured.

Most National Guard members are part-time Alaskan fishermen and hunters, my cousin is among them, and he's in a very critical condition now...

Plus, the governor personally called to follow up, I couldn't wait for the rescue team to arrive."

Mountain Eagle nodded in understanding, if there is an order from superiors combined with the governor's directions, Michael and Scott really have no choice but to comply.

Watching Scott, who looked extremely tense due to the swaying of the ship, Mountain Eagle said to Michael: "What's going on?

I've heard that the north has been quite lively these days, what exactly are those big corporate people doing in Marshall Town?"

Michael, upon hearing this, shook his head and said: "I don't know...

Since those people settled in Marshall Town, they've been constantly making phone calls, and then some rather tough-looking guys have arrived one after another at Marshall Town to join them.

I occasionally overheard some of their conversations, reportedly the Department of Homeland Security suffered a significant loss in the north, losing one person.

Originally today, the National Guard's Eskimo Reconnaissance Team and two squads of reportedly ISA's special forces soldiers were entering there accurately, coordinating with drones in the sky to eliminate those unexpected disruptors, but who knew a blizzard suddenly came."

Upon hearing this, Mountain Eagle furrowed his brow and said: "ISA? Intelligence Support Action Office?

Aren't they a CIA team specifically doing black ops?

When did the CIA start operating within the United States?"

Michael shook his head and said: "I don't know, nor do I understand much, but I heard the other day when Glasman was on the phone with the Department of Homeland Security people, he was furious...

This ISA team was urgently transferred from the Mexican side!

They're all quite old, I heard a few of them claim to be from the Green Corps, and a few from the Blue Force..."

After hearing this, Mountain Eagle slightly frowned...

The ISA, a team specifically doing black ops for the CIA, apart from a few key figures, mostly consists of personnel not permanently assigned, usually drawn from other special forces or even hiring those retired experts who still wish to earn money and maintain an enterprising spirit.

They have an unwritten rule, which is when joining the ISA, one typically doesn't directly state their background, instead using colors to represent the units they served in.

Green is Delta, blue is DEVGRU, which is Seal Six Team.

Those two big corporations first sent in the National Guard troops, then called for ISA before the National Guard encountered an attack.

Clearly, something unexpected has happened, Mountain Eagle guessed it should be related to those suddenly appearing mysterious teams...

It might be that people from those two big companies felt the situation went beyond their control!

According to Mountain Eagle's understanding of them, the bigger the commotion the better, even letting the thief escape could benefit them more.

But looking at the current situation, something more severe must have occurred, making them feel that the aftermath of letting the thief escape is significant.

Thus, they had ISA get involved and deployed the most elite Eskimo Reconnaissance Team of the National Guard.

Mountain Eagle had no way of guessing what exactly happened...

However, Alaska has an advantage, which is the wind and snow can reduce most man-made troubles, as long as the weather and temperature here continue to drop, those nerve-wracking people and things will gradually leave.

.........

While Mountain Eagle and the others were moving along the Yukon River, within the hotel in Marshall Town, Glasman, with a grave expression, hung up the phone...

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a problem!"

He then put on glasses, took out a tablet, connected it to the email, and opened a file...

"A terrorist organization called 'Atomic Weapon Master' announced online that they have acquired the Ebola virus and can release it in densely populated areas at any time.

As a condition for negotiation, they demand the release of five detained high-ranking members of the organization."

After Glasman finished, a slightly bald, slightly chubby middle-aged man frowned and said: "How is this possible? People from the Department of Homeland Security are still chasing those thieves..."

The chubby middle-aged man continued spreading his hands: "And what does this have to do with us?

The bigger the uproar, the more it benefits us!"

Glasman shook his head and said: "The Department of Homeland Security can't withstand such pressure...

They can't even confirm if the virus is with those two thieves, they dare not take the risk.

Now the blizzard has trapped the two newly entered ISA teams...

If the authenticity of the terrorist manifesto cannot be verified, they will have to resort to negotiation."

Glasman then looked at the chubby middle-aged man, shook his head, and said: "Those few guys in jail planned dozens of attacks against Jewish temples and Jewish millionaires...

A small shareholder and three scientists from the Merck Company died in the attacks those guys planned.

Those guys are from an extreme white supremacy organization, typical Nazis, and now their target is the Merck Company...

Perhaps they're just bluffing, but the follow-up development and mass production of this vaccine cannot be completed in less than a year and a half.

The Department of Homeland Security is now extremely angry, and if things take a turn for the worse, they will undoubtedly drag Merck and Glanstrock down with them.

Gentlemen, we all know there are many suspicious aspects of the Wenbo Ni Laboratory theft case.

Previously, the Department of Homeland Security could turn a blind eye, but if it really comes to that point, the follow-up development rights of the vaccine, which we bought at a high price, are likely to be forcibly transferred to other companies."