Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 731 - 680: Tactical Deception

"Azraeel, A'mu, Manat"

"Azraeel, A'mu, Manat"

"......"

Mountain Eagle followed the instructions given by David earlier, searching for the radio signal used by the terrorists and repeatedly used coded language to call them.

When the helicopter approached the top floor of the hotel and didn't face any rocket or machine gun attacks, Mountain Eagle confirmed his earlier assumptions were correct.

The CIA has been making trouble not because they stubbornly think others can't deal with them, but because they are confident they can intervene and wrap up with minimal cost, showcasing their abilities while highlighting Homeland Security's incompetence.

For organizational departments within the same country, budget fights are a war.

In this situation, hindering each other is common practice, not to mention the CIA has its own tasks to fulfill.

The helicopter hovered about 15 meters above the rooftop helipad, and Mountain Eagle signaled Tank, who was sitting at the door with a Gatling, to cover him, then grabbed a rope with a single hand and leapt down from the helicopter...

Strong grip strength combined with the protection of tactical gloves allowed Mountain Eagle to free one hand to hold a gun and stay alert during the rapid descent.

No accidents occurred...

Sled, Butcher, and Pirate followed closely to form a defensive circle around Mountain Eagle, allowing the heavily armed Tank and Post Box to descend slowly to ensure safety. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Pigeon, who was alert with a sniper rifle in the helicopter, shouted loudly into the radio: "6 people, 4 at the ventilator on the right side of the rooftop exit, 2 to the north of the exit, and it seems there are people inside the exit..."

Mountain Eagle stared at the direction of the rooftop exit, gave a thumbs-up to the sky, and once Post Box and Tank landed one after the other, he turned slightly to look at Butcher, nodded slightly, and then rubbed his face vigorously with camouflage...

"Can't recognize me, can you?"

Butcher nodded slightly and said, "Unfamiliar people definitely can't recognize you."

Mountain Eagle nodded, picked up the UMP45 submachine gun, gestured for others to spread out and surround the rooftop entrance.

Even as Mountain Eagle approached with aggression, those terrorists still didn't open fire. They just used the rooftop equipment as cover, aiming their automatic rifles while watching Mountain Eagle and the others approach coldly.

As Mountain Eagle got closer, he saw someone inside the rooftop exit stairwell holding an RPG, leaning in the shadows on the inside...

From about 25 meters away, Mountain Eagle raised his fist signaling everyone to stop advancing and waved his hand to indicate the helicopter to leave.

The departure of the helicopter eased the terrorists' tension slightly...

Mountain Eagle continued to hold the gun in his right hand and held a radio connected to the terrorists' channel in his left hand, loudly saying: "Azraeel, A'mu, Manat...

We are CIA, I am David, a friend of Death Angel, put down your weapons and surrender to me, I will send you to a scenic place for a while."

Not all the terrorists clearly knew about Death Angel's dealings with the CIA. After the communication was cut off, they couldn't receive orders from Death Angel and didn't know what happened at the factory.

Hearing Mountain Eagle's call through the radio, a few minutes later, a middle-aged young man with half-long curly hair and a neatly groomed beard walked out of the stairwell under the guards of two armed terrorists...

He glanced over Mountain Eagle and the others, his gaze lingering for a moment on the tank with the Gatling, whose figure seemed divine, then he waved the radio at Mountain Eagle, signaling him to come closer...

Both sides were acting cautiously. Mountain Eagle gestured for Post Box and Tank on the wing's outer sides to fall back and cover, then he and Butcher, Pirate, and Sled slowly approached with their guns pointed down.

This was a cautious probe...

Sure enough, when the other side saw Mountain Eagle and the others approaching under the gun's point, the curly-haired Middle Easterner signaled those beside him to lower their guns, but the two behind the exit didn't come out, and among the four near the ventilator equipment area, only two came out.

Mountain Eagle reached a position about 5 meters away from the curly-haired youth. He decisively lowered his UMP45, spread his hands out, and said, "Buddy, it's over..."

The curly-haired youth frowned, looking at Mountain Eagle with camouflage on his face, saying, "Did you fulfill Azraeel's requirement?"

Mountain Eagle spread his hands, walked forward two steps, and when he saw the other side tighten their grip on the rifle, he stopped and raised his hands, saying, "Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Buddy, have your people calm down, I'm here to help you."

The curly-haired youth seemed to dislike the CIA very much. He stared into Mountain Eagle's eyes and said, "Answer my question!"

Mountain Eagle spread his hands and said, "Actually, it's quite simple, a Gray Hawk drone, one Hellfire missile...

But Death Angel gave too tight a time limit, we arrived a bit late, so your people suffered heavy losses."

The curly-haired youth heard this, frowned, and said, "Are you sure that Mountain Eagle is dead?"

Mountain Eagle impatiently waved his hand, saying, "We damn well rushed here to clean up your mess; we don't have time to carefully identify in those charred bodies.

Can't you bastards cooperate a little?

My superiors have run out of patience with you because you damn well keep raising the stakes making it difficult for us.

This is the last chance, if you say 'no' again, I'll have the helicopter come to pick us up and leave.

The Special Service Bureau and state special forces downstairs are ready..."

Mountain Eagle's somewhat irritable tone clearly intimidated the curly-haired youth...

These so-called ISIS terrorists may be fanatic, belligerent, fearless of death, but only on their own turf.

Once, terrorists in the Middle East dared to hijack planes and crash them into buildings. Steadfast terrorists would walk calmly toward crowds with bombs strapped to their bodies.

Now...

Now, any well-known terrorist organization in the Middle East has received funding from Western NGOs, one after another.

Those smaller organizations striving for fame are also waiting for an NGO or a spy to come knocking, offering funding or political support.

Anti-American sentiment among Middle Eastern terrorists has become a joke. ISIS, an extremist among extremists, dares to fight, but they also have connections with the CIA...

The Death Angel seems reckless, but through his operations, he's completed the key works of 'gaining fame,' 'making money,' and 'making connections'...

No need to mention fame...

The Death Angel roams abroad to raise funds and seek political support for ISIS, essentially making money and connections...

Working with the CIA is just a part of seeking political support. This guy also took orders from France, earning money whose amount Mountain Eagle is unaware, but dealing with such major intelligence agencies must yield benefits beyond cash.

Mountain Eagle was unsure before, but now he's realized that the Death Angel has contacts with the CIA, France, and the Edward Foundation...

He utilized the CIA's intent to disrupt Syria, making the CIA a pass.

He accepted France's commission, earning money while currying favor with this NATO country.

Ultimately, he used his virus to contact the Edward Foundation, seizing their vulnerability to earn big bucks, while exploiting their Zionist background to secure funding and investment from Israel.

Israel is the biggest terrorism investor in the Middle East, and it's no secret.

As a nation with territorial disputes with Syria, Israel has provided substantial funding and equipment to anti-government organizations with terrorist elements within Syria.

ISIS, occupying a vast area at the Iraq-Syria border, desperately needs support from Israel, the Middle Eastern troublemaker, right now.

As long as those foreign affairs personnel in the hotel don't die, the situation will remain contained. People will only remember the Death Angel's viciousness and brazenness, but the actual lockdowns and crackdowns won't be extensive.

Having reaped the benefits and gained fame, Mountain Eagle thought of the Black Fox, tortured by Blood Fox into a fate worse than death, eventually dismembered.

Clear thinking, targeted goals, multi-line assaults, daring to leverage once they have chips...

They do not obsess over victory at a certain point, but pursue winning an entire line, then achieve great wins at several nodes along this line!

Facing Black Fox, Mountain Eagle relied on advanced equipment and clear thinking to avoid being led into a trap.

Though he was initially led by Black Fox halfway through, he ultimately overtook in Alaska.

Finally pinning Black Fox in Alaska, he achieved final victory and completed his greatest initial accumulation.

This sudden incident is quite similar, though Mountain Eagle has been more mature this time, realizing the danger right from the start...

In a one-against-three situation, he continuously pushed Agent Kobe to the front lines to stir confrontation, even using Washington's team's sense of crisis to turn the Death Angel and the Edward Foundation into a project, setting a big trap for them.

Now he has finally seen through the biggest interest point among the three parties, and it's time for him to harvest!

Seeing the curly-haired youth clearly intimidated, Mountain Eagle impatiently stepped forward, pushed away a Middle Eastern man glaring at him, glanced him up and down, and said: "Do you want to die?"

Watching the Middle Eastern man get angry, Mountain Eagle sneered, shouldered his way past him, and approached the curly-haired youth, whispering, "I'll say it one last time, I damn well am not responsible for answering your questions; I'm only responsible for taking you to a safe place."

"Do you, son of a bitch, have any other questions?"

The curly-haired youth looked at Mountain Eagle for a few seconds, then reluctantly lowered his head and said: "No..."

Mountain Eagle glanced around and stepped forward another half step, saying: "Get your people to meet on the 10th floor of the hotel. I'll give you some tough time, but won't harm your lives, so let them not misunderstand..."

Notify them now. I'm damn short on time and don't want the Special Intelligence Bureau folks to spot the issue..."

The curly-haired youth didn't detect any flaws. He took out the radio, quickly saying something in Arabic, then turned and made an inviting gesture to Mountain Eagle...

At this point, Mountain Eagle noticed people in the stairwell who hadn't appeared before had relaxed their alertness. He suddenly asked: "How many of you are there?"

The curly-haired youth instinctively replied: "24..."

As he said it, he felt something was off, but couldn't pinpoint what...

Just as his mind wandered, Mountain Eagle suddenly wrapped his left arm around the youth's shoulder, pulling him into the stairwell. Upon entering, his right hand magically produced a Ruger Silent Pistol...

"Thud thud, thud thud, thud thud, thud..."