Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 732 - 681: Go, Go, Go

The three people in the stairwell had already lowered their guard. When Mountain Eagle pushed the curly-haired young man in, they were completely unprepared, and even one of them turned his back on Mountain Eagle and walked towards the stairs.

The sound of the Ruger Silent Pistol firing was very quiet. When Mountain Eagle used consecutive double shots to take down two terrorists, the guy with his back to him finally reacted.

However, turning around to shoot requires one swift action, while Mountain Eagle only needed to twitch his wrist...

"Tat-tat"

The third terrorist was hit in the back of the head. The .22 bullet entered from the back and created two bulges on his forehead. The guy's body went rigid and fell to the ground like a toy that lost power. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

The curly-haired young man realized he had been deceived. Just as he was about to shout loudly, he felt a warmth on his chin and then lost all consciousness...

Mountain Eagle put away the Ruger pressed against the curly-haired young man's chin, picked up the UMP45, crouched at the door, and looked out to shoot, only to find that the battle was already over.

The moment Mountain Eagle suddenly launched the attack, the Butcher, Pirate, and Sled, who were maintaining a loose but ready stance, instantly raised their guns and pulled the trigger...

The Butcher and Pirate handled the six people at the stairwell door. Sled, at the start of the fight, moved two steps to the side like a greased eel, then slid and took out two guys hiding behind exhaust equipment in the rooftop equipment area.

The UMP45 with a silencer attached was extremely effective, especially in the open rooftop space.

"Da-da-da..."

'Da-da-da...'

When the three of them quickly shot down eight terrorists, Post Box, on the left, dashed forward about 20 meters, holding an M249 machine gun as if stung from behind, then deftly lay down, set up the gun, and pulled the trigger...

"Da-da-da-da..."

The two terrorists who were always hiding at the back of the stairwell didn't have time to react before they were taken down.

Post Box's M249 was also equipped with a silencer. Although subsonic bullets were used, the effect still wasn't particularly good...

But it was enough!

At this time, the slow-reacting Tank finally leisurely arrived outside the stairwell...

Watching the Butcher and the others neatly finish off the bodies on the ground, Tank looked at the boss, scratched his head, and said a bit regretfully, "Boss, don't dock my pay. I just didn't react..."

Mountain Eagle paused, stood up with the UMP45, finished off the people in the stairwell, and then smiled at Tank, saying, "It's alright, I didn't notify you in advance. We'll be in sync in the future.

Hey, I keep forgetting to ask, how did your wife's surgery go?"

Tank scratched his head, thought for a long time, and then said, "The doctor said it went well, but it needs, it needs..."

Seeing Tank get stuck halfway through his words, the Butcher shook his head and said, "Needs long-term observation and recovery..."

As he said this, the Butcher grabbed Tank's head, made him bow his head, and looked at a small red scar at the back of his head. The Butcher said to Mountain Eagle, "Boss, after this mission, Tank also needs surgery...

The shrapnel in his brain is affecting him more and more!"

Mountain Eagle never hesitated to invest in this area. After all, a heavily armored soldier like Tank is extremely rare anywhere.

Compared to Tank, who carries a large Scorpion Backpack and can still carry a Single Soldier Gatling and walk easily, Post Box, this veteran firepower, looks like a weakling.

Watching Tank trying hard to find words but unable to speak, Mountain Eagle waved his hand and said, "Don't say anymore, I'll take care of these things...

You don't need to think too much. Just cover me more in battle!"

The Butcher didn't know what about their boss needed taking care of, but seeing Tank finally relax, he nodded slightly, actively walked into the stairwell, and went to the stairs...

"Boss, what do we do next?

There are 14 here, which means there are 8 more downstairs…"

Mountain Eagle smilingly glanced down and said, "The terrorists received orders to gather on the 10th floor.

We'll of course launch a strong attack on them and cut off their retreat.

We're not the CIA, we have no deals with terrorists…

This spectacular show put on by the special forces is also a tremendous victory for Homeland Security!"

As he said this, Mountain Eagle walked behind the Butcher, patted his shoulder, and said, "To be safe, put on gas masks.

Let's go, before they react…"

.........

By the time Kobe received Mountain Eagle's signal, he was already on the 9th floor of the hotel…

With him was the number one fighter of the Refugee Group, 'Heavy Criminal,' and a few newly transferred disheartened field agents.

Seizing the moment the Special Service people were still hesitating about the hostages, Kobe led his men into the front line.

Kobe's old partner Danon cautiously pushed open the fire door of the emergency stairs and took a peek…

"Pa-Pa-Pa…"

A series of bullets descended from the corridor above. Although they weren't a threat, they scared him enough to fall to the ground on his butt.

Danon wiped the sweat off his forehead and said to Kobe, "This is the only corridor without bombs. They set a mirror in the middle of the corridor, so they know whenever we open the door.

Coach, can we really rely on what Mountain Eagle said?"

"In case our assault results in hostage deaths..."

Kobe was now more confident in Mountain Eagle than ever before. He shook his head and said, "There's no 'in case.' We have to attack to divert the terrorists' attention...

This way, the hostages can truly be safe!"

Saying this, Kobe turned to the 'Heavy Criminal' wearing bullet-proof gear that looked like bomb disposal suits and said in a deep voice, "Can you do it?"

The 'Heavy Criminal' struggled a bit to lift a Bullet-Proof Shield with his left hand and held a long-magazine MP7 in his right hand, nodding heavily, "The enemy is using 5.56mm standard rounds—I can..."

Kobe forcefully patted him on the shoulder, then looked towards four others at the rear door, also clad in heavy bullet-proof gear, and said, "I know being assigned such dangerous tasks right after your transfer might be too much, but..."

An agent with a Big Beard grinned and said, "Sir, no need to say much. We know why we've been transferred.

Just deliver on your promises; leave the rest to us."

The playboy struggled a bit with his rifle and said, "Yes, full medical insurance, family joint medical insurance must include dental coverage, large accident insurance, education savings, pension, and the damn mission bonus...

If even a penny is missing, I'll shove the gun barrel up your ass..."

Kobe was momentarily stunned, then suddenly nodded and smiled, "I can't make any guarantees about your future, but I definitely don't worry about the money...

The Death Angel escaped, and our mission isn't over yet!

Some big shot in Washington is willing to fork out a lot for this, not like they're spending their own money."

The eldest of the Refugee Group, holding an old revolver, stood at the back of the group and said with a smile, "Guys, you need a good accountant to manage your family finances. I'm a decent choice."

Kobe looked at his agitated subordinates, sighed, then forcefully kicked open the fire door and shouted loudly, "We're going in..."

The 'Heavy Criminal' roared fiercely, raising the Bullet-Proof Shield above his head and rushed up the stairs first...

He reached the corner platform in three steps, then crazily fired the MP7 towards the floor above...

The enemy's firepower was momentarily suppressed as four heavily armed and strong agents followed, using the 'Heavy Criminal' as cover, and fired wildly at the floor above.

The four terrorists, hiding behind makeshift barriers made of hotel furniture, were briefly suppressed and began to take cover on both sides near the exit.

Within seconds, the 'Heavy Criminal' emptied the MP7's magazine; he discarded the submachine gun and pulled an Offensive Hand Grenade from his waist, hurling it upwards.

"Boom"

The explosion sent wood shrapnel flying as it overturned furniture blocking the exit. The terrorists on both sides, also preparing to throw grenades, were startled into retreating several meters to the sides.

"Move, move, move..."

The 'Heavy Criminal' tossed another grenade towards the barrier; this time, the grenade luckily slipped through a gap and landed on the outer corridor...

"Boom"

As the explosion sounded, the 'Heavy Criminal' charged forward with his shield, slamming against the furniture barrier formed by hotel items.

"Crash..."

Cloaked in Heavy Armor and wearing heavy headgear, the 'Heavy Criminal' was like an NFL lineman, breaking through the enemy's defense, paving the way for his companions behind him.

The terrorists shot continuously at the 'Heavy Criminal,' but the bullets hitting his fully covered Bullet-Proof Vest felt like mere scratches.

The 'Heavy Criminal' felt constant vibrations on his body. He roared fiercely, smashing the heavy shield at the terrorists on one side, and struggled to pull out his pistol, firing at the terrorists on the other side...

Affected by the Heavy Bullet-Proof Vest, the 'Heavy Criminal's aim was poor, but in the moment he suppressed the enemy, four heavily armed agents charged forward...

"Bang bang bang bang..."

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The four terrorists entrenched at the elevator safety stair exit were quickly taken down...

As these five called for more personnel to advance and proactively investigate, gun barrels suddenly peeked out from both sides of the elevator exit...

"Bang bang bang bang..."

"Bang bang bang bang..."

In the confined elevator space, fierce gunfire erupted. The 'Heavy Criminal' and his team had nowhere to hide, forcing them to crawl on the ground, curling up their bodies to minimize hit areas.

Just when they thought they could endure, a terrorist suddenly brandished a Barrett and fired...

"Bang"

Seeing the floor next to his head explode into a gaping hole, the 'Heavy Criminal' cried out in terror, wanting the others to retreat...

"Zzzzzzzz..."

A fierce stream of bullets blasted horizontally across the elevator exit...

Two terrorists retreated repeatedly, their upper bodies shredded into a mass of flesh, their entire chests shattered, and their bodies collapsed like melted ice cream...

The 'Heavy Criminal' watched in horror at the scene unfolding before him...

"Oh shit..."