Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 923 - 862: The Enemy Is Overly Cautious

The so-called idea by Mountain Eagle to kill all those hunting down Blood Fox isn't necessarily the best solution.

But he clearly knows that if Blood Fox doesn't do something, if he can't shift his focus from frustration, the old man probably won't last much longer.

Arctic Fox is his life's value, and now someone has destroyed that worth!

A person like him, once loses their fixation, is as good as dead.

Mountain Eagle can't watch this old fellow Blood Fox spiral downwards; what better than fierce combat to stir someone's emotions?

Younger people steeped in hatred affect their growth, career, and psyche, eventually twisting their lives into disarray.

But for old folks, it doesn't matter; for a sixty-something retired old man, hatred is the elixir that rejuvenates youth.

At this moment, armed with the confirmed information from Mountain Eagle, Blood Fox's mind remains alert, yet he has lost the ability for independent thought.

When Mountain Eagle suggested eliminating some opponents, Blood Fox decisively nodded and said, "Then let's do it!

Iblis being able to take the pension shows he's fully taken over Arctic Fox. I don't know how he bypassed us retirees, but we must eliminate him and reclaim Arctic Fox's title."

Mountain Eagle recalled the message he previously got from Perez, hesitated, and said, "The general manager of Tiriac Bank was allegedly kidnapped last month, only surfaced to lift the report the day before yesterday.

This could be why Iblis managed to bypass you and take the money...

Rules are rigid; when the person in charge of the money slips, everything else becomes futile."

Blood Fox paused upon hearing 'Tiriac Bank,' sighed helplessly, and said, "I was old friends with Ione Tiriac, the bank's founder, but sadly, he died too soon, and his children sold the bank shares to an Austrian company.

I previously inquired about withdrawing the pension, but their response was that the money had been entirely converted into assets, and cashing it out would mean significant loss.

Now it seems the bank's people were actually deceiving me..."

Seeing Blood Fox again trapped in frustration, Mountain Eagle shook his head; the old man indeed got his mind a bit tangled...

That One hundred million dollars pension of Arctic Fox's was transformed into a management trust; the term 'trust' sounds like trusted entrustment, but once the trust is established, the ownership of the money changes.

The formation of a 'trust' itself is a financial investment strategy concocted by billionaires for inheritance management and tax avoidance.

The moment you hand over money to the trust company, in principle, the money no longer belongs to you; you only enjoy dividends rights.

Of course, the terms set in cash trust should include an agreement on withdrawal...

For instance, certain conditions trigger withdrawal agreements or even bypass certain previous limitations...

Thinking of that, Mountain Eagle paused suddenly...

Then he looked at Blood Fox, gestured, and said, "Stop thinking about those, did you see the factory over there?

There are a dozen gunmen hiding inside, and if you can move, we had better take them down before the group from the city center returns.

Then we go to take on a gang; they are likely collaborators with Iblis."

Blood Fox was no longer interested in sorting out these entangled relationships; he opened the car's trunk, took off his blood-stained T-shirt, rummaged through a large suitcase for a dark-green T-shirt to put on, swiftly changed into tactical boots, and donned a bullet-proof vest...

Then the old man stuffed four MP5 magazines into the chest pocket, picked up the MP5 and checked it, solemnly said, "Let's go..."

Seeing Blood Fox look somewhat eager, Mountain Eagle nodded understandingly and quickly donned a tactical vest.

Fixed four UMP45 magazines to his chest and arranged pistol magazines and the CZ75 pistol on his waist.

After confirming everything was in order, Mountain Eagle reminded Blood Fox to put on tactical glasses, and then equipped him with the sound-pickup and noise-reduction headphones.

After activating the radio signal within, Mountain Eagle faced the grim-looking Blood Fox and said, "You've used tactical glasses before; besides various night-vision features, it offers radio communication and can connect to drones.

Its functions aren't many, but it should be entirely adequate for you!"

Saying this, Mountain Eagle took out several smoke bombs from the suitcase, handed two to Blood Fox, and then grabbed the UMP45, which was equipped with a silencer, seriously said, "This is Romania, after all; we have no reliable connections here, so let's avoid getting caught by the authorities."

Blood Fox, watching Mountain Eagle treating him as if he were a new recruit, shaking his head and patting the MP5's action, said, "Mountain Eagle, my mind is a bit cluttered, but I'm not stupid!

Take care of yourself; once the gunfire starts, I'll know exactly what to do!"

Mountain Eagle looked at Blood Fox's slightly reddened eyes, nodded slightly, checked the positions of the gunmen in the abandoned factory, and then gently closed the car door...

"There are twelve of them, we are up against..."

As Mountain Eagle spoke, he picked up a branch and quickly sketched a diagram of the abandoned factory on the ground...

"They are concentrated in this building, from its appearance, it should be a warehouse. Inside, there are more than a dozen trailer homes where those gunmen live."

Upon hearing the number of opponents, Blood Fox pressed a button on the frame of his glasses, somewhat clumsily adjusted to Crow's perspective, and soon got a clear view of the target area.

Blood Fox, who hadn't fought a proper battle in many years, displayed the qualities of an old gun. Though not particularly familiar with using and observing drones, he quickly marked an entry route and, using the drone's night vision, locked onto several enemy sentinels.

The old guy quickly sketched out a new route on the ground based on the sentries' positions, then said to Mountain Eagle: "I'll go through the front door, you approach from the side.

I'll take care of the two sentinels in the front and draw their attention..."

The old guy didn't waste a single word, and after getting a confirming nod from Mountain Eagle, he lowered his head, crouched down, and trotted into the darkness, not showing any sign of his injuries.

After Mountain Eagle watched Blood Fox disappear from his line of sight, he quickly ran in another direction, crossed an area full of shrubs, and approached the fence of the abandoned factory from the side.

The dilapidated wire fence no longer served a protective function. Mountain Eagle crossed a ditch and gently lifted the wire mesh to crawl into the factory premises.

This factory seemed to have been cleared out, with all moveable items taken away. The outdoor area was piled with a large amount of worthless construction debris, which Mountain Eagle used as cover to quickly approach the target warehouse...

At the side of the warehouse, Mountain Eagle inspected carefully and discovered a window blocked with metal frames and wooden boards. Peering through the gaps in the boards, he saw twenty or more trailer homes parked inside, along with around a dozen tents of varying sizes.

The trailers formed a semicircle, with a large oil barrel in the middle, where a bonfire was lit for warmth. Next to it was a temporary grill and stove. Two big pots stewed unknown contents. After getting their meals, over a dozen people sat around the bonfire to eat.

Clearly, this is where the 'Bayonet Gang' prepared to station foreign gunman mercenaries. The people residing here likely exceeded the current twelve.

This group was well-organized. Even during meals, two people stood guard outside the main entrance. Weapons were positioned near the rear wheels of trailers facing the door, allowing them to use the trailers for counterattacks in case of trouble.

The shooting angle from Mountain Eagle's position was not very favorable for a strong lateral assault...

Seeing through Crow that Blood Fox was nearly in position, Mountain Eagle pressed the communicator and whispered, "Once in position, wait for my signal. I don't have a suitable shooting position here; let me check the rear door of the warehouse."

Blood Fox paused in the darkness, then said in a deep voice, "Don't rush, I've seen the front gate of the warehouse. The opponents are professional, with a defensive position at the door and a planned retreat route leading 200 meters east to the parking area.

They didn't leave guards at the back door. Watch your step when you go over..."

Mountain Eagle acknowledged with an "uh-huh." As he cautiously moved past the warehouse corner and was about to step into the grass behind the warehouse, he unexpectedly noticed a faint reflection at the bottom of a waist-high bush not far away...

Retracting his step, Mountain Eagle crawled forward a few meters, finding a taut thin wire whose end disappeared into the grass, while the other connected to a small black box at the wall corner.

This discovery made Mountain Eagle tense. Upon closer inspection, he found a trigger inside the black box, linked to a 12-gauge deer shell ahead of the trigger.

If someone touched the thin wire, the trap would launch the deer bullet, hitting the individual along the wire.

Even if not hit, it would alert those in the warehouse.

Realizing this made Mountain Eagle break out in a cold sweat. If he had been careless earlier, he might have survived with protection, but the raid would surely be thwarted.

Gently opening the black box covering the trap, Mountain Eagle inserted a splinter between the firing mechanism and the bullet primer. He then slowly stood up, moving while crouched along the wall to the back door.

Along the way, he discovered several similar traps set by the opponents. Using Golden Cicada, he even detected a thin wire at the back door's inner base, linked to a shotgun mounted on a bench vise.

Opening the door would trigger the mechanism, causing both the shotguns at the door inside to fire back, with three additional shells set to activate, likely felling anyone near the back door.

The back door opened outwardly. Mountain Eagle could handle the three outer shooting traps but couldn't disengage the internal wire.

After a few seconds of consideration, Mountain Eagle somewhat reluctantly pressed the radio and said, "Blood Fox, let's switch. I'll draw their attention; after you take out the two at the door, decide the action as needed."

Blood Fox uncertainly replied, "Are you in trouble?"

Mountain Eagle bent to cut three strands of wire, gripping a door handle in one hand and a smoke bomb in the other, softly saying, "Not trouble, ready, three, two, one..."

"Boom"

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

With an explosion sound at the warehouse's back door, the heads of the two guards, smoking behind a barrier, bobbed before they limply slumped to the ground.