Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 672 - 623

The sudden turn of events infuriated Mountain Eagle to the extreme...

Yet he maintained a certain degree of calm, knowing it was unrealistic to rush to Marshall Town to kill that Glasman at this time...

Because he was simply guessing, and Philip Blackburn couldn't confirm that the orders came from Glasman; theoretically, the Talan family's people were more suspicious...

But Mountain Eagle had only heard of the name Talan for the first time, so he preferred to narrow down the range of suspicious targets to those around him.

Glasman had shown a keen interest in the animals at Brown Bear Camp. Once the virus was released and someone was infected, after the CDC intervened, the fate of those animals would no longer be Mountain Eagle's decision.

However, he still couldn't convict Glasman with 100% certainty!

Besides, rushing over to kill him would not solve the virus problem and would surely cause a huge commotion.

Mountain Eagle indeed plans to engage in a life-and-death battle with the enemy in Alaska, but he hopes for no involvement from official people.

Killing Glasman is easy; as soon as the blizzard stops, a Spring Knife 600 can take off. The nearly 30-minute flight is enough to reach Marshall Town and deliver a fatal blow.

At this critical moment, rashly killing Glasman would surely touch the nerves of Merck Company and Glanstrock, triggering a stringent investigation.

The opponent's target now is Brown Bear Camp, so Mountain Eagle must ensure that the Ebola virus doesn't get released on his turf.

The best way is to find the two teams Philip mentioned, eliminate them, and either seize or destroy the virus, thus ensuring the safety of Brown Bear Camp.

By then, capturing someone alive to interrogate, confirming the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes, will allow him to act more composedly.

Philip Blackburn could clearly feel Mountain Eagle's anger. He trembled as he took out his phone, tried dialing, and then said nervously, "Sir, my phone has no signal; their situation couldn't be much better..."

"I, I can try again after the blizzard stops!"

As he spoke, Philip looked at the silent Mountain Eagle and suddenly remembered something. He quickly searched through the photo album on his phone, then opened a picture to show Mountain Eagle, pointing at a person in the photo, "Sir, this is a photo I took..."

"This person is the security team's leader; the person next to him is his assistant.

I only know he's called Feignan, and his assistant is called Iverson. They each lead a team, taking turns responsible for our security while monitoring us.

There are a total of 14 of them..."

Mountain Eagle took Philip's phone and took a careful look...

Feignan was a strong-looking bald Caucasian, tall and burly, with dense tattoos on his arms and shoulders, with quite recognizable patterns.

Iverson was a small-stature Caucasian with a scar stretching from his right forehead across his nose to his left cheek, with another seeming throat-cut scar on his neck.

This guy was wearing short sleeves in the cold weather, exposing an emblem of crossed snowboards and ice axes on his arm.

Mountain Eagle enlarged it and took a close look, nodding lightly, saying: "Interesting, United States 10th Mountain Division!"

Noticing Philip's confused expression, Mountain Eagle knew this guy wasn't particularly knowledgeable about the military and decided not to explain, instead quickly sending the photo to his own phone via Bluetooth and swiftly checking other photos on Philip's phone.

Most of the phone's photos were of Philip's life and work, with a middle-aged woman and three children of varying ages appearing in most of them; Mountain Eagle shook his head slightly as he returned the phone to Philip...

Putting away his own phone, Mountain Eagle looked at the extremely tense Philip, nodding slightly, saying, "I suggest you all rest well; the upcoming period might not be easy for you."

While saying this, Mountain Eagle shook his phone in his hand and said, "If you have the fortune to go to the hospital, I suggest you forget our conversation before you recover your health."

Philip, face flushed, looked at Mountain Eagle and said, "Sir, I've already told you everything I know; you should keep your word..."

Mountain Eagle slightly nodded and stood up, saying, "Rest assured, as soon as the blizzard stops, I'll call for external rescue for you.

Of course, if the Black Hawk helicopter can take off smoothly and the pilots are willing to take you, you might get treatment even faster...

I suggest you call your boss as soon as the signal is restored; when rich people make calls, it can prompt Alaska National Guard to pay more attention."

After speaking, Mountain Eagle walked to a shady spot, found a rock to sit on, and summoned Balang to his side...

Putting 6 aluminum thermite delayed incendiary bombs in its vest pockets, he hung a night vision camera on its neck, and then put a gas mask meant for dogs on it before sending it off to jog along the dark mountainside and stealthily enter the hole they had come out of.

Mountain Eagle was actually unclear on how to deal with the so-called fungal virus; setting fire first wouldn't be wrong anyway!

If that thing could withstand the power of aluminum thermite, bombing once more on top to completely destroy the place wouldn't be unacceptable either.

In this regard, Mountain Eagle was not only very inexperienced but also overly cautious...

First of all, neither he nor Balang feared that so-called fungal virus. Secondly, the fungal virus needs a special environment to reproduce itself.

Philip and his people got infected because they directly touched the bones of that ancient human. In fact, if they had been a little later, the fungal virus on those bones would also have died due to environmental reasons.

Mountain Eagle, wearing tactical glasses, guided by Golden Cicada's detection, controlled Balang through the winding pathways opened by those people and arrived in the collapsed space on the second level. Then, following the traces on the ground, he found the last place where Philip and his group had reached...

It was clear that Mountain Eagle had overestimated the power of the bomb...

The explosion did not completely destroy the interior mountain body but caused partial collapse.

The core office structure of the laboratory was very sturdy. The collapsed boulders crushed most of the building, but a small part still stood firm.

At this moment, in the second-level space, due to Mountain Eagle igniting all the green vests' equipment below, thick smoke filled the space through the chimney effect, seeping upwards to the higher levels.

Under Mountain Eagle's command, Balang slowly approached the core office, then launched six thermite incendary bombs, each the size of a thermos...

Watching these things pop into the remaining small space in the core office, Balang quickly retreated along the same route.

Just when Balang appeared back on the first floor, the six thermite bombs on the second level suddenly exploded, filling the small space with a large amount of thermite, and it started glowing and heating crazily like welding.

After Mountain Eagle saw Balang return safely, he quickly removed the garish equipment from Balang, then took him to the entrance of the mountain belly, directing him to drive the cattle and sheep sheltering in the valley into the mountain belly...

He wasn't in a hurry; the blizzard delayed his operation, and even Crow couldn't take off for reconnaissance, but it also trapped those people in the north.

In fact, the situation for those people was certainly much more difficult than his, which meant he still had enough time.

Sled had been paying attention to the boss's actions. Although he didn't know what the boss was making Balang do, he knew his boss was now in serious trouble...

When Mountain Eagle stood at the entrance of the mountain belly, thinking against the cold wind, Sled walked to his side and said, "Boss, what are you going to do?

Really let those people go?"

With that, Sled looked back, his expression fierce, and said, "I can find a way to make them all..."

Mountain Eagle glanced at the incredibly murderous-looking Sled, shook his head, and said, "Haven't you seen what those people look like?

They are just a bunch of researchers and construction workers, and they've been infected with a deadly virus. They won't live long!"

Sled frowned and said, "Then what are you planning to do next?"

Mountain Eagle looked at Sled, thought for a moment, then said, "You said you know how to handle a sled, right?"

Sled responded naturally, "Of course..."

Mountain Eagle nodded slightly and said, "How are your skiing skills?"

Sled spread his hands and said, "I was born and raised in ice and snow, boss, skiing is like walking to me."

Mountain Eagle heard this, smiled and nodded, saying, "That's good. When the blizzard stops, I want you to go north with me on a trip.

First, we either take hold of or destroy the virus, then consider what's next."

Sled nodded, then said a bit curiously, "It's not close to the crash site from here, and even if we're fully prepared, it might take us three to four days with skiing."

Mountain Eagle heard this, smiled, and said, "We'll use animals to pull the sled in easy areas and ski ourselves in tough spots."

With that, Mountain Eagle watched Balang driving a herd of sheep his way. He moved aside with Sled, smiling, and said, "Those Magengxi wolves are too small, but the camp has two genetically modified cougars.

Besides being a bit afraid of the cold and quite agitated, they are great in every other way..."

Sled was taken aback, incredulously saying, "Are you talking about the two cougars guarding the greenhouse? Will they really obey?

Boss, there's a reason people train dogs and reindeer to pull sleds. The body structure of cougars isn't suited for long-distance running..."

Mountain Eagle watched the large herd of goats crowding the entrance. He stepped forward and kicked one, making room...

Watching Balang running around, Mountain Eagle smiled and said, "Genetically modified cougars have lots of drawbacks, but they still have commendable aspects.

Stamina happens to be one of them!

Hope your driving skills don't disappoint me, otherwise, you'll just have to walk back yourself..."