Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 719 - 668: Playing Tricks? Anyone Can Do That

The playboy, dubbed an artist by the camera, is indeed quite talented...

Daria copied the surveillance footage from the hotel, but its resolution was low, with blurred edges on the figures, making it impossible to clearly see faces.

Yet the playboy just watched the footage a few times and listed the four Middle Eastern men Sealion encountered, writing down their height, weight, dominant hand, and walking characteristics...

With each viewing, he would add a bit more to the table or make a slight modification to the existing judgments.

Honestly, when Mountain Eagle looked at the surveillance videos, he could only get a rough idea, judging height, clothing, and physique through adjacent objects, and apart from Big Beard, he couldn't identify anything else.

But the playboy managed to use a few blurry fragments from Sealion's altercation with one of the guys, quickly sketching the appearance of that individual, the drawing even detailing the scars on his brow and left cheekbone.

Even though Big Beard covered the guy's lips and chin, the playboy still drew a remarkably vivid Big Mouth that left a strong impression on Sealion, even erasing one of Big Mouth's incisors at the end...

Mountain Eagle wasn't on scene at the time, so he couldn't judge whether the playboy's sketch was indeed the person who fought with Sealion from the surveillance...

But the moment Sealion saw the sketch, he excitedly identified the guy...

"Boss, that's him, that's the guy, I knocked out that front tooth..."

Saying this, Sealion looked at the playboy with the same eyes he would look at a wizard, incredulously saying, "How did you do this? Were you right there at the time?"

Hearing this, the playboy shook his head and said, "It's actually not hard, as long as there's enough information and you're good at observing detailed differences, even blurry photos or video images, I can reconstruct the opponent's appearance.

This guy showed up multiple times in the surveillance footage while fighting, giving me sufficient angles to observe, so I could provide an accurate answer."

Speaking, the playboy adjusted the edited surveillance, pointing at the footage of four men stepping out of the elevator, wearing black trench coats, baseball caps, and scarves covering their mouths...

"These guys are all professionals, you can tell from their actions in the elevator; they clearly know how to avoid the camera's coverage.

Look, when they leave the elevator, they uniformly lower their heads and wear sunglasses, their hands blocking the closest side camera while avoiding being captured by the front lobby camera.

The one on the far left is the suspect we already sketched, as for the remaining three, it'll take some time, reconstructing them is less than 70% possible, I can only provide a rough character sketch along with their height and weight...

However, MSL all sport big beards, so the differences might not be significant...

Oh, look at the leading guy, he's between 1.82~1.85 meters tall, and should weigh between 85 to 88 kilograms.

He's a left-handed person; judging from his walking gait, his right foot seems to be slightly injured, and considering his foot placement, this injury should be recent...

See here, around the temple under the brim of the hat, there are some blurry highlights; based on my experience, this reflects scarring.

Such scars indicate an encounter with something that could cause such a mark, suggesting there might be other scars on his face."

After listening to the playboy's analysis, Mountain Eagle exchanged a glance with Agent Kobe, increasingly confident that what Sealion encountered at the hotel was indeed the Death Angel...

Only, the Death Angel wasn't the one fighting with Sealion, nor the one at the forefront.

For Mountain Eagle easily discerned, the leading one was actually a bodyguard, his role was to probe ahead.

Though there's a mystical vibe to the playboy's judgment, it's exceptionally precise.

Mountain Eagle found it hard to imagine someone could reconstruct a person's appearance from multi-angular, locally blurred images.

Yet the truth was right there in front of them!

Looking at the figure with deep eye circles, seemingly indulged to excess like a drug addict, Mountain Eagle respectfully gave a thumbs up to the old camera guy, then said to the playboy, "I'll give you a day, do your best to reconstruct the appearance of the two guys in the middle, don't overlook any detail..."

Hearing this, the playboy spread his hands and said, "Who should I listen to, actually?

Until now, I still haven't figured out who exactly is in charge here, at least you should let me know whose orders to follow to get paid and receive the damn dental insurance."

Mountain Eagle paused, realizing he was a bit excessive. He stepped aside to reveal Kobe, saying, "This is my turf, but Agent Kobe spent 5 million renting this place, so he's the boss here."

Upon hearing this, the playboy stood up and shook hands with Kobe, saying, "Sir, you are the least boss-like boss I've ever met..."

Then, he scanned the rudimentary furnishings around and spread his hands, saying, "Can I use anything here?"

Mountain Eagle noticed the guy's eyes frequently drifted towards Daria; he wrapped an arm around Daria's shoulder, hiding her behind him, laughingly saying, "Pal, keep your eyes straight, or I'll be responsible for realigning them, and you surely won't like me doing it..."

The playboy looked at Daria, who smiled happily as she hid behind the boss, expressing regret, "Alright, perhaps my nickname has given you a stereotypical impression...

I'm not really a bad person, once you get to know me, you'll realize I'm actually quite fun.

I hope your impression of me improves for you not to obstruct my pursuit of happiness..."

Mountain Eagle looked at this guy's shameless demeanor and Hawkeye's lewd expression, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and turn around saying, "I have to leave this damn place, the longer I stay here, the less I can tell who's normal and who isn't..."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle walked to the door, turning back to the playboy and said, "Remember, 24 hours..."

Just as Mountain Eagle walked out, he bumped into the arriving Major Blake Bent...

"Hey, Mountain, the people above have agreed..."

Seeing Blake Bent's mix of excitement and incredulity, Mountain Eagle instinctively asked, "Agreed to what?"

Blake Bent spread his hands and said, "The plane, the C-27A transport aircraft you wanted..."

Mountain Eagle blinked, pulling Blake Bent outside, pointing at the C-27A transport aircraft parked on the runway in the distance, and said, "That? They agreed to give this plane to me for free?"

Blake Bent listened, shook his head, and said, "Not entirely free, you need to register a transport company, and then sign some procurement and transport contracts with the military base in Alaska, then they'll transfer the aircraft to your company for $36,000..."

Mountain Eagle was stunned in place after hearing, this $36,000 price, with such specifics certainly meant something.

Yet even as an old gun like Mountain Eagle, he couldn't make sense of the twists and turns within...

He knew those beneficiaries of chemical weapons destruction projects wouldn't pull money out of their own pockets to make a deal.

But he hadn't anticipated that this group of people dared to go this far...

That C-27A, though somewhat old, was equipped with electronic systems modified by Lockheed Martin Company, and on the market, while not reaching 20 million, it could easily be accepted at 15 million.

Yet these people only wanted $36,000!

How is this any different from giving it away for free?

Blake Bent looked at Mountain Eagle's puzzled face, hesitated a bit, then said, "The Pentagon has a partnership program fund...

As long as you're a trusted service provider recognized by the Pentagon, you can apply for funds from the partnership program to set up a company to buy equipment and become a contractor for the Ministry of Defense.

This partnership program fund was originally created to solve employment for retired soldiers, but its development later on was somewhat unexpected...

Well, how should I put it..."

Mountain Eagle listened, suddenly understanding and saying, "This kind of official semi-charitable project support fund, it's not something ordinary soldiers can get?

If I were a decorated officer and knew a Congressman or some high official in the Ministry of Defense, I could make a PPT and pull money out of it.

And I bet this project support fund will end up being a point for the Pentagon to transfer benefits to certain members of Congress and the White House.

This charitable support project with military background itself has high tax benefits.

The project funds, to be blunt, are investments. If the investment fails, no one can say anything, at least the money is realistically placed in the right hands."

Saying that, Mountain Eagle stroked his chin, smiling and saying, "These people are incredibly capable, getting me a plane so quickly and even finding an operating project for me.

I need to reassess their network and influence!"

Blake Bent looked at Mountain Eagle, who seemed a bit unsatisfied despite gaining benefits, and he said with a serious expression, "Mountain, the plane is yours; it's time for you to get to work..."

Saying that, Blake Bent glanced at the time and said, "There are only 33 hours left until Death Angel's scheduled time, we need to prepare in advance!"

Mountain Eagle, pondering those big shots treating American assets as if they were their own, heard Blake Bent's anxious tone, nodded, and said, "No problem, I'm in...

For a transport aircraft worth 15 million US Dollars, it's worth taking some risks!

But first, you have to tell me where Death Angel has scheduled the meeting..."

Blake Bent spread his hands saying, "I'm waiting for the CIA to notify me...

But from my experience, if the other party wants a hostage, they'll have to find a place with complex terrain suitable for positioning a sniper and convenient for retreat.

The road traffic environment around Anchorage is extremely poor, the most likely place is the dock.

I will call for satellite images of all docks around Anchorage...

We have about 30 hours to investigate and familiarize ourselves with the terrain..."

Mountain Eagle looked at the straightforward character of Blake Bent, shook his head...