Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 717 - 666: Bring It On
Mountain Eagle received the news brought by Blake Bent, along with the actions they requested him to execute, and his first reaction was a chill down his spine.
That so-called William Hert is obviously the scapegoat pushed forward by those interest groups surrounding the destruction of chemical weapons.
These people don’t really care about the fate of Mountain Eagle, the consultant; they just want Death Angel dead.
Currently, Brad Russell has been urgently sent to the Public Sea Prison, subjected to inhumane torture. Those they dispatched to Florida to find the VX nerve gas materials, even if they got a confession, would still need time to verify it.
Which means they still don’t know they’ve been tricked by Death Angel, unaware that the VX nerve gas materials are already in Death Angel’s hands, and even less aware that Death Angel’s ultimate destination is the Public Sea Prison...
Now, they just want Death Angel dead, and to this end, they wouldn’t hesitate to use Mountain Eagle, the consultant, as bait to lure Death Angel out.
However, Mountain Eagle knows these people are bound to be disappointed...
Although everything is just conjecture between Mountain Eagle and Kobe, once Mountain Eagle heard about Death Angel’s demands through Blake Bent, he knew that Death Angel was either scared or nervous.
This guy isn’t worried at all about the Department of Homeland Security because he’s likely reached some agreement with certain people in the CIA or the military-industrial complex, or received some assurances.
If his target is the Public Sea Prison, then he knew from the moment he proposed the hostage exchange terms that the United States would never comply.
He has already taken over the Marriott Hotel, securing numerous chips, making the proposal of this condition redundant.
Involving Mountain Eagle in the deal could be a ploy to set a trap to kill Mountain Eagle based on those people’s demands, or simply to distract Mountain Eagle, leaving him no time to guess the next move.
The chaotic chain of interests within the United States is something Mountain Eagle cannot completely unravel.
However, he understands that being able to secure $20 million as a so-called consultancy fee through Kobe and Kobe being able to secure the manpower and materials he wanted smoothly...
Senator William Hert definitely played a significant role!
Principally, taking someone’s money means resolving their trouble, but the other party is clearly using him as a chip, recklessly throwing him onto the gambling table, which really doesn’t sit well with Mountain Eagle!
He obtained the consultant agreement and the immunity agreement, but neither required him to comply with the other party’s unreasonable demands.
Looking at Blake Bent, whose expression was somewhat peculiar, and Sam, who clearly knew nothing, Mountain Eagle slightly shook his head...
These two are merely cannon fodder pushed out to prove they aren’t doing nothing, caught between the CIA and the chemical weapons destruction interest group.
The CIA clearly has some tacit understanding with Death Angel. They should already know that Death Angel has obtained the VX nerve gas materials and perhaps even received a promise for a bloodless retake of the Marriott Hotel...
Yet these people remain silent, and others have no evidence to accuse them. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
Mountain Eagle saw clearly that all the information Blake Bent got from the CIA was clearly filtered.
Among them were some suggestive pieces of information, likely trying to mislead him.
Arctic Fox, Holy Grail Knight, Li Chengji’s NGO organization, the situation in Syria, Turkey, Mossad...
These might all be misleading information!
Mountain Eagle was a bit confused about what exactly they were trying to hide?
He was even more puzzled about his actual connection to the whole affair?
Death Angel lurking near the camp to eliminate him resulted in an unexpected Ebola virus outbreak. While carrying out his important task, Death Angel didn’t forget to create trouble for him...
Mountain Eagle now had a strange feeling as if Death Angel knew him very well...
But he couldn’t figure out how he became enemies with Death Angel in this life when he’s only known a few Middle Eastern people?
He wasn’t even afraid of the Edward Foundation, because although the opponent was powerful, their sheer size meant there were plenty of attack points, and Mountain Eagle could counter-attack whenever faced with problems.
But Death Angel was different. Mountain Eagle didn’t even know this guy’s appearance or name.
When attacked in this way, his only recourse was to find ISIS members for retaliation, with no other means of revenge.
Unable to understand, Mountain Eagle chose to confront them head-on!
Looking at Blake Bent who had a hint of embarrassment on his face, Mountain Eagle said sternly, "You want me to cooperate with you on an obvious trap-infused hostage exchange mission and take the opportunity to eliminate Death Angel.
There’s no such demand in my consultant contract..."
Upon hearing this, Blake Bent hesitated to speak, saying, "Mount..."
Mountain Eagle gesturally stopped the Major, who thought he knew something but knew nothing, and jokingly said, "I know it’s tough to get the $20 million, but if you want me to do something not in the agreement, you have to give me a convincing reason..."
As he spoke, Mountain Eagle looked at the worried-looking Blake Bent and laughed, "Please, don’t give me some grand reasoning, I’m a Thai!
Give me something substantial!
Otherwise, even though I might eventually go, believe me, you definitely won’t get the results you want."
Blake Bent exchanged a glance with Sam, then sighed and said, "Mountain, you’re the hardest person I’ve ever dealt with. Actually, we’ve already prepared a plan to handle situations that might arise during the hostage delivery on our way here..."
Mountain Eagle seemed like he didn’t hear what Blake Bent was saying. He suddenly looked at the C-27A transport plane parked on the runway and said, "Money isn’t suitable, I want it!
Tell the people above that if you’re willing to give me this plane for free and provide all the necessary flight documents, then I’ll do it!"
Blake Bent glanced at the slightly old C-27A transport plane and said somewhat incredulously, "Sir, this transport plane had a purchase price of 16 million by the US Army in the 90s."
"You also said it’s a 90s old plane..."
Saying this, Mountain Eagle waved at Sam, "Buddy, I’ll take you to see where we’re staying. Let’s leave Major Bent some space...
He wouldn’t look good if we stood by when he’s getting scolded!"
Mountain Eagle pulled Sam away, greeted a bunch of familiar Seal Six Team members, introduced them to the legitimate leader Kobe, and then led them into a small building to find a room of a decent size...
Sam didn’t mind the simplicity of the environment. He just casually looked around, confirmed there was no issue with warmth, then arranged for the comrades to start cleaning the floor and setting up sleeping bags. Meanwhile, he pulled Mountain Eagle to the corner...
"Mountain, if you don’t want to be involved, I suggest you leave here directly. Making things difficult for Major Bent is meaningless."
Mountain Eagle looked at the silly soldier in front of him and shook his head, "You don’t understand, so don’t ask. Just do your own job well!"
Saying this, Mountain Eagle looked at Sam, who was frowning, and laughed, "There are things you can’t know about in here. If you want to listen, I can tell you, but after you listen, you’ll have to bear the consequences.
Dare you?"
Sam, upon hearing this, stared wide-eyed and said, "What consequences?"
Mountain Eagle leaned against the wall, took out a pack of cigarettes from his body, handed a cigarette to Sam, lit one for himself, and then smiled, "After you listen, you’ll find that this world is really terrible.
Once someone discovers that you’ve realized the problem, being sent away should be the lightest outcome for you all!"
Sam was an old gun; he didn’t understand politics’ twists and turns, but he dealt with the CIA for years during missions, knowing how unscrupulous these people were, and realizing that this mission might have issues.
Watching Mountain Eagle’s expression that was half smiling, Sam cursed under his breath, "Fuck the damn CIA..."
As he spoke, he looked a little worriedly at Mountain Eagle and said, "But what about you?"
Mountain Eagle took a puff of his cigarette, smiled, and said, "I don’t care. What I don’t want to do, others can’t force me to do..."
What Mountain Eagle didn’t tell Sam was that he made such a bold request for a plane, not because he really wanted it, but because he was conducting a compliance test on the people behind the scenes...
If they are even willing to give a plane, then the situation facing those chemical weapon interest groups is surely worse than Mountain Eagle imagined.
These people, even if just to protect themselves, spend money that isn’t theirs, and Mountain Eagle has a chance to extract more from them.
These people are extremely corrupt, but they steal the money of the United States, and they aren’t enemies of Mountain Eagle.
Grasping their core needs and becoming the person who solves problems can instantly support a large setup.
Most importantly, Mountain Eagle utilizes the influence of these power figures to offset the side effects and potential targeting from the CIA.
Seeing Sam’s worried look, Mountain Eagle smiled and said, "When is your original mission time?"
Sam had no intention to hide; he glanced at his watch and said, "36 hours later, which is around 2 AM the day after tomorrow."
Mountain Eagle glanced at his watch, then took out his phone, pulled up Google Maps, and drew a circle with Anchorage at the center.
Looking at the ocean area within the circle, Mountain Eagle marked the territorial sea baselines of the United States, then looked at the remaining area...
"You’re here, aren’t you?"
......
Off the coast of Anchorage, a large crab fishing boat was speeding towards international waters, where they would drop cages to catch king crabs...
A handsome middle-aged man in a waterproof work outfit stood in the cockpit...
After solemnly reading the information on his phone, he snapped the SIM card, and threw it into the sea together with the phone.
"Mountain Eagle, this time we won’t meet...
Hope you won’t make it through; otherwise, a lot of people will be upset!"
