Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 723 - 672: Death Angel

Offshore Alaska...

The ocean near the Arctic has never been a gentle maiden. Waves three to four meters high toss ships like chess pieces up and down on the surface.

The vast sea becomes especially terrifying at night...

Once the sunlight disappears, the once gray-blue seawater turns into ink, as if it would swallow you whole if you fell in.

A 30,000-ton modified cargo ship drifts on the sea, and a piercing alarm rings out on the ship...

The occasional gunfire inside the ship indicates it is not peaceful within.

A few ultra-bright incandescent lights on the ship's superstructure begin searching everywhere, looking for anyone who might be lurking on the deck.

A large number of armed guards rush out from inside the ship, looking around in panic and urgency.

And just at this moment, several black-clad figures in the middle of the deck stand up with rifles...

"Ratatatatat..."

A series of shots send the guards rushing out of the cabin scurrying for cover...

As more guards inside the cabin try to rush out to surround the black-clad figures, the figures fire two RPGs at them.

The inadequately prepared cargo ship guards, sheltering at the narrow cabin exit, immediately lost seven or eight of their number in the blasts.

"Get down..."

Several black-clad figures act as cover while others quickly use rappelling gear to tie themselves to a few individuals clad in orange prison uniforms, then jump over the railing with the rope.

"Ah..."

Amid terrified screams, the first pair successfully lands in the pitch-black sea without breaking their necks.

A rubber boat braves great risks, darting alongside the huge ship in three to four-meter waves, swiftly pulling the two aboard before speeding away.

Rescue in such conditions is never smooth sailing...

Even though the guards on the cargo ship were underprepared and lacked firepower and manpower, the black-clad figures still faced non-combat losses during their descent.

Of 8 groups carrying prisoners, only 6 finally made it to the rubber boat, while the other 2 groups were sucked under the ship by turbulent waters created by the heaving cargo ship the moment they hit the water.

And among the successful six groups, another rubber boat collided with the cargo ship due to wave impact and was crushed like a toy to the sea floor.

.........

On a crab fishing boat a few kilometers away...

The handsome Death Angel listens to intermittent reports coming through the radio, coughs a few times into a handkerchief, then picks up the radio...

"Boat number two, apply pressure on the cargo ship; boat numbers three and four, go support them...

Remember, once you pick them up, split off in two directions. There's a cargo ship for evacuation 90 nautical miles away. Everyone, stick to our planned actions..."

Death Angel sets down the radio and picks up the satellite phone...

"Basavic and Anas Libi have been rescued. Get Libya ready, and I'll have someone stir things up in Syria to draw NATO's attention. You are responsible for what we need in Libya."

The person on the other end of the satellite phone pauses, then says, "Hafali, what about you? Where are you headed?"

Death Angel coughs a few times and replies, "I will go to Canada, my brother. I don't have much time left, and I'll use my remaining time to make a final attempt.

I need weapons, weapons that will make Americans tremble, so there can be no mistakes in Libya.

Anas Libi is Gaddafi's confidant — he can help us find Gaddafi's secret arms cache. Using those to trade with the Al-Qaeda people in Libya, they will protect and assist us...

Basavic can turn the radioactive materials we got from the French into a dirty bomb, which will be our real leverage."

Saying this, Death Angel Hafali pauses, then says in a slightly hoarse voice, "My brother, you are the Prince of ISIS. If I die, you need to lead the rest to complete our cause!

The remaining prisoners are very important people; they are your bargaining chips. Use them well, and you can leverage the US Army and even NATO to eliminate internal dissent within ISIS."

The person on the other end of the satellite phone remains silent for a few seconds, then asks, "What about Mountain Eagle? Is he dead?"

Death Angel Hafali looks outside at the pitch-black sea, shaking his head, and says, "I don't know. I set a trap for him, but I don't know what happened. I've already cut off contact with Anchorage.

My brother, that Mountain Eagle is very dangerous. If my plan fails this time, I suggest you let him go for now and focus on the work at hand."

"Hafali, since that Mountain Eagle appeared, my work has become difficult, and all Arctic Fox's channels and operations are tightening.

It's very hard for me now to gather NATO intelligence through Arctic Fox's channels. Without intelligence support, the risks in everything we do increase.

Moreover, Silver Fox has announced the termination of the selection of new recruits, and Arctic Fox Mercenary Group might eventually fall into Mountain Eagle's hands.

We need a lot of funds, and we need a cover that can move around without suspicion. There's nothing more suitable than Arctic Fox.

Mountain Eagle must die. If necessary, I'll do it myself!"

Death Angel Hafali listened, paused a moment, and sighed, saying, "I understand. If this ambush fails, I will assign more manpower.

We have trained many experts at the Arctic Fox's Alaska base, and they can handle…"

"Hafali, I know what you want to do. Don't brush me off; Mountain Eagle must die..."

Death Angel Hafali gazed at the distant sea, and quietly said, 'I know', then hung up the phone and pondered for a while, then dialed another number out...

"I want that Mountain Eagle dead, or all our previous agreements are nullified…"

A furious male voice instantly sounded on the other end of the phone…

"Fuck, what the hell are you saying?

We've already cooperated with you; you have no right to make additional demands."

Death Angel Hafali coughed a few times, sneeringly said, "You cooperate with me because you want more.

Don't forget the Marriott Hotel is still under my control; I can make the people inside surrender or turn the hotel into a morgue.

And the VX nerve gas raw materials, I can…"

"OK, OK, you unreliable bastard, this is the last time. If you don't execute the follow-up actions as per our demands, you will pay the price for everything you've done…"

Saying this, the person on the phone seemed to hear the sea's movement here, suddenly asked: "Where are you?"

Hafali coughed a few times clutching his chest, laughingly said, "I'm at a sunny seaside, I love this weather…"

The person on the phone heard, suddenly shouted: "Fuck, the one attacking Titan Group's sea prison is you…

Are you insane? We have an agreement…"

Hafali sat down on the chair, moved his stiff neck a bit, said, "Our agreement doesn't stipulate I can't do things outside the plan.

I sold the French to you, promised and helped you in the Syria operations, even betrayed several ISIS high-ranks to you, helping you to rake in tens of millions in Northern Syria.

What more do you want from me?

You call me a terrorist; isn't it fitting for me to do something that aligns with my identity?

Buddy, you have no way out now, I want that Mountain Eagle dead, or our agreement is void!

I'm a terrorist; you can't sue me in court, can you?"

The person on the other end became furious, shouting: "Fuck you, you will regret talking to me in this tone…"

Death Angel Hafali indifferently said, "I actually admire that Mountain Eagle, he made me understand one thing, you have internal conflicts…"

William Hurt of the Senate's support group, if the people he represents knew the VX nerve gas raw materials were leaked through your hands to the United States, what do you think they would feel?

Only if I cooperate with you, you can package those raw materials as evidence of Syria developing chemical weapons, or else those will become evidence against those people.

Buddy, I know much more than you can imagine, yet I am still willing to cooperate with you, you won't disappoint me, will you?"

The person on the other end was silent for a moment, then spoke with a slightly heavy tone, "You don't even know what kind of person you're bargaining with, even if you win this time, you'll pay the price in the future.

Hafali, we approached you for cooperation, which shows we know you well.

Your French spy lover is in our hands; we know you've hidden your wife and kids in Iraq…"

Death Angel Hafali listened, chuckled lightly, said, "You can kill them and see which direction things will develop…

You Americans are always so arrogant, you think you can dominate everything, but aside from letting the media tout your achievements, you do nothing right.

You achieved nothing in Syria, suffered heavy losses in Afghanistan.

You were kicked out of Libya by France; even a guy named Hyena could make your special forces work like dogs.

It's me, it's me who maintained your last bit of dignity...

So, let that Mountain Eagle die!

Thus our deal can continue, and you can sit in your current position, daily waiting for your blonde secretary to knock on the door and salvage your pathetic middle-aged life."

The person on the other end listened, furiously shouted: "You actually spy on me?"

Death Angel Hafali sneered, said, "You sent undercover around my wife and kids to brainwash them. I said nothing and did nothing.

I just befriended a few people around you, why are you so agitated?

Your daughter is abusing drugs, your wife sleeps with the delivery man every week, are you aware?

I know!"

"Fuck, why Mountain Eagle? That guy is tough…"