Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 718 - 667: The Motley Refugee Squad

Mountain Eagle received some pretty bad news, then made a decision that was incredibly tentative.

Asking for a plane!

Even though it’s just a C-27A ’Spartan transport aircraft’, this old model from the 90s, the value of this thing is undeniably there.

Originally Mountain Eagle wanted to go to the Marriott Hotel, but now he’s staying at the airport to procrastinate.

Kobe, as a senior investigator who has never led large-scale operations, is facing a huge test of his leadership at this moment.

On the plane, not only a team from Seal Six Team was sent, but according to his list, a bunch of ’misfit friends’ were also sent.

Among them are his former colleagues at the Naval Criminal Investigative Service, people from the Constitutional Guard, ATF’s errant investigators, colleagues sitting idle at the Department of Homeland Security...

In principle, these people are all considered insiders, but when Mountain Eagle saw them, he couldn’t associate these misfits with the image of insiders at all.

A greasy, white woman with pigtails and black eye circles wearing a gothic girl skirt in the cold weather, Penny Garcia, nicknamed ’Google’.

A hippie who smokes pot like a cigarette, with heavy eye circles and a body as skinny as if having spent years in a spiders’ cave, Eric Rovin, nicknamed ’Playboy.’

A handsome guy who’s always frowning, even eating like he’s eating shit, Jack Dean, nicknamed ’Lie.’

A full-bearded guy, selling his muscles anywhere he goes, like having chugged a few pounds of steroids, with a violent streak, Nick Foster, nicknamed ’Heavy Criminal.’

A guy with glasses thicker than bottle bottoms, looking classy but always sneaking glances at women’s lower parts, Cooper Lane, nicknamed ’Hawkeye.’

Also, there’s a bomb-disposal expert from ATF, nicknamed ’Alarm,’ and an old guy from the Homeland Security’s document room, nicknamed ’Camera.’

These misfits amazed Mountain Eagle, then he quickly understood why they were ostracized by their own units...

The chubby girl ’Google’ started complaining about the work environment as soon as she entered the command center...

Uncomfortable plane ride, ear pressure hasn’t normalized, the office floor is uneven, desk wobbly, chairs uncomfortable, monitor too small, sunlight angle awkward, etcetera, etcetera...

Nagging on and on, making people want to yank out her tongue and tie it in a knot!

Playboy zeroed in on Daria as soon as he walked in, wanting to chat her up, but got his nose busted sideways by the Butcher who couldn’t stand it.

The irritable ’Heavy Criminal’ wanted to fight for his buddy, only to be pinned down by Post Box and Pirate. The three got into a wrestling match.

The sleazy ’Hawkeye’, while everyone’s attention was diverted, bent down pretending to tie his shoe and used his phone to sneak a shot up Daria’s skirt, only for Daria to smash his phone and, incidentally, one of his fingers in anger.

Mountain Eagle chatted with Sam for a few minutes and returned to the small building, when Butcher and the others were indeed about to start something serious, ignoring Kobe and his partners Da Qi and Danon trying to dissuade them, they all wanted to give the newcomers a piece of their mind.

Da Qi and Danon, two former Marine Corps soldiers, aren’t the patient type either, not only do the newcomers have plenty of faults but their mouths are foul with black hands, the two ended up joining the brawl too.

Butcher and his Signal Flag cronies were vicious, but that ’Heavy Criminal’ was indeed exaggerated, he endured Post Box and Pirate’s beatings, yet managed to break Pigeon’s head and knock Butcher’s nose out of place.

This guy is 1.9 meters tall, close to 300 pounds, fights without any tactics or methods, just relies on his sturdy physique and rough skin, exchanging punches with his opponents.

If Kobe hadn’t eventually found six guys to pin down the Heavy Criminal, things would certainly have gotten worse.

Mountain Eagle found the scene so amusing that he gave Sled a look to put down the hammer, then with open hands spoke to the embarrassed Kobe: "This is your ’Refugee Group’, what the hell is this?"

Seeing Heavy Criminal being carried into a room, Mountain Eagle was about to speak, when a loud bang echoed from the room...

"Bang..."

A semicircular bulge appeared on the iron door, clearly from the guy bashing his head.

Mountain Eagle, startled, stepped back, and looking at Kobe, incredulously said: "Why the hell did you bring a madman here?

What use is such a person?"

Mountain Eagle looked at ’Hawkeye,’ who’s obviously nosebleeding and sneaking glances at Daria’s legs, along with Playboy who won’t forget to flirt with Daria even after a fight, he suddenly felt particularly ridiculous...

"A madman, two perverts, what other surprises do these people have?"

Fat loli ’Google’ raised her hand and shouted: "I love COS, I’m into otaku culture..."

Mountain Eagle paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "Yeah, Kobe will buy you toys and comics..."

Then Mountain Eagle turned his gaze to the sour-faced ’Lie’, the guy clutched his acid-refluxed stomach and with a bitter smile said: "I’m an interrogation expert, can also do profiling when necessary..."

The ATF bomb-disposal expert spread his hands as everyone turned their gaze to him, saying: "I’m just a bomb-disposal expert, served in EOD, dispatched to Afghanistan three times, can work as field staff when necessary, I’m a decent assault man."

After Playboy hit another wall with Daria, rubbing his nose he said: "I’m a decent criminal investigator, my sense of smell is sharp, and I’m good at trace analysis...

"I’m not great with hand-to-hand combat, but shooting isn’t a problem."

The sleazy guy, Hawkeye, noticed everyone looking at him. He awkwardly raised his hand and said, "I used to be in charge of surveillance and stakeouts, and I can also install surveillance and bugging devices...

I can’t use a gun, and I can’t fight!"

Mountain Eagle chuckled at this bunch, looking at the embarrassed Kobe, he said, "Buddy, where did you dig up this bunch of misfits?"

Kobe, mocked yet helpless, gave a wry smile. He pulled over an old man holding a coffee cup and spectating the commotion, saying, "This is Frank Mossley, nicknamed ’Camera,’ a colleague from the Department of Homeland Security archives.

Playboy and Heavy Criminal were my colleagues at the Naval Criminal Investigative Service, the rest were introduced by Camera.

This old guy’s mind is like a computer, he remembers anything he’s seen."

"Supermemory?"

Mountain Eagle looked a bit surprised at the unassuming old man in front of him, curiously asking, "You really remember everything?"

The old man carefully took a sip of his coffee with both hands, smiled, and said, "Not everything, since there’s a lot that I’m not interested in, and lots that I can’t comprehend."

The old man spoke calmly, and the chubby girl, Google, curiously leaned in closely beside him, and with a mischievous tone, whispered, "Sir, are the aliens in Area 51 real?"

The old man paused for a moment, shook his head, and said, "That’s classified. If I tell you, I’d end up in jail!"

Google, upon hearing this, jumped up excitedly...

"So aliens do exist..."

The old man smiled without saying a word, then looked at Kobe and said, "You’ve all signed non-disclosure agreements, and you’ve been exposed to some secrets you can’t talk about.

But the reality is, 95% of the so-called secrets of the United States can be found in the newspapers.

Yet we still have to keep quiet about things everyone already knows...

This system is extremely stupid, and it holds no restrictions for high-ranking officials and politicians, only limiting those of us who truly do the work.

But for the annual $80,000 salary, we bear this tedious system."

The old man spoke interestingly, not directly answering Google’s question, but replacing the answer with another about the system...

At that moment, listeners would start speculating based on their own positions; those who believe would think the old man is covering up, those who don’t would empathize with his role, feeling it’s all because of the Federation’s lousy secrecy system.

To sum up, it’s like not answering at all!

Area 51 remains a secret!

The old man easily used his identity to captivate everyone’s attention, his gaze shifted back and forth between Kobe and Mountain Eagle, smiling as he said, "It seems you still have doubts about the members of the Refugee Group.

I can assure you, they are the most suitable and capable people Kobe could find at the moment.

To outsiders, they may look like losers or freaks, but the fact that they haven’t been kicked out says a lot." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

The old man glanced at the sleazy guy, Hawkeye, smiling as he said, "This guy has a serious sex addiction, but he stayed in a car for 29 days to stake out a serial killer, and caught him when he returned to the crime scene.

Playboy was dismissed by the FBI due to severe mental disorders, then recruited by Homeland Security. He can determine a suspect’s gender, height, and weight from a footprint, and even reconstruct the suspect’s appearance from a blurry surveillance image; he’s an artist!

Lie is an interrogation master not recognized by the mainstream, as he can judge if someone is lying through micro-expressions, and uses profiling, stimulation, and psychological control to make suspects confess.

Unfortunately, his interrogation methods are always caught by the lawyer for legal loopholes...

Kobe called me for help, telling me he wanted to form a real investigation team, so I recommended them.

They’re not perfect, but they are the most suitable people available in a short time..."

Mountain Eagle immediately understood, Camera was letting everyone know that those super elites either on the rise or in stable jobs wouldn’t come here to join this so-called Refugee Group...

But he didn’t care about that now, since after all, these people weren’t his subordinates, any trouble they caused would be for Kobe to handle.

He looked at Playboy, who lit up a marijuana joint in front of everyone, and said, "As long as there’s surveillance, you can sketch out a person from it.

Playboy nodded slightly, saying, "It depends on the angle of the surveillance footage, I need at least more than half of the front face to restore the suspect’s appearance to over 70%."

Mountain Eagle heard and waved to Daria, saying, "Daria, show him the hotel surveillance..."

Then Mountain Eagle looked at Kobe and said, "No matter what extent he can reconstruct it to, compare it with all the photos of Miranda online, and look for someone with a similar appearance.

I don’t believe that Death Angel is invisible..."