Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 924 - 863: Demon in the Smoke

The deafening blast of the shotgun made the gunmen, who were eating, pause for a moment. Then, they dropped their lunch boxes and swiftly grabbed their rifles, aiming towards the direction of the back door.

This group were experts; they didn't rush blindly to check the situation but instead split into three groups...

One group put on low-light night vision goggles and used the RV as cover on the spot.

The second group rushed to their weak side, leaning towards it from the side of the back door.

The third group consisted of only two people, who dashed towards the main entrance, preparing to link up with the two guards in front.

Their response was very experienced, but just as the four in the second group, rushing towards the back door, established staggered cover and were ready to shoot at any moment, a smoke bomb rolled into the position of the back door...

As the thick smoke rose, after a series of subtle noises, several bullets hit two of the lamps connected to batteries...

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The inside of the warehouse instantly went dark, with only a few faint starlights coming through the main entrance other than the campfire.

After Mountain Eagle made a successful shot, he retreated outside the warehouse before the opponents could counterattack, casually tossing another smoke bomb inside.

As smoke dispersed, more bullets shot through the doorway towards the bushes outside the back door.

"Swish swish swish..."

Mountain Eagle crouched by the outer wall, listening to the bullets whistling past him. Through Golden Cicada, he insightfully perceived the internal situation, then pressed the communicator, calling out, "Blood Fox..."

"I'm here..."

Just as Mountain Eagle was calling, the two people who went out through the main entrance also found the fallen guards. Just as they were about to call their companions, a short, stout figure lunged from the darkness a dozen meters away...

The old guy held an MP5, sprinting frantically while firing at the two. Though his running pace wasn't fast, the muzzle always maintained a specific range, covering the two gunmen who didn't have time to put on bullet-proof vests...

The silencer reduced the noise of the MP5 firing to the minimum, leaving only the sound of the bolt clashing and the muffled "puff puff" sounds...

The 9mm rounds of the MP5 had slightly less power; the two gunmen were shot in the chest and abdomen, unable even to scream before falling to the ground, their bodies starting to convulse, with a large amount of blood gushing from their wounds...

When people suffer fatal injuries, other than a subconscious groan, they cannot make a screaming sound. The lung trauma left them gasping for breath instantly, while blood began to clog their tracheas.

Blood Fox, sprinting past them, emptied the remaining bullets in the magazine on their bodies, then bumped his shoulder against the wall at the doorway to stop.

Quickly swapping in a new magazine, Blood Fox grimaced and pressed on the knife wound on his waist, then swiftly peeked inside and threw in the two smoke bombs on him.

"Clang, clang..."

As the smoke bombs rolled on the ground, a vast amount of smoke began to spread. The warehouse, with a height of about 5 meters, restrained the drift of the smoke bombs, quickly reducing the visibility inside to just seven or eight meters.

By now, the people inside the warehouse realized they were caught in a pincers attack. The group of gunmen that initially formed a crossfire with the ones at the back door side turned their muzzles. Two shot fiercely towards the main entrance, while the other two adhered to the inner wall, maneuvering to the side of the main entrance.

The numbers were now 8 to 2, but the visibility issue leveled the numerical disparity.

The opposition also had night vision goggles, but the dual obstructions of darkness and smoke rendered their night vision as ornamental.

Besides the cold wind blowing through the main entrance creating smoke distortion and shadows, they couldn't see anything clearly. After a round of suppressive fire, they didn't dare fire recklessly, fearing their shots would reveal their positions.

Everyone froze in place, wanting to wait for the smoke to disperse a bit and for visibility to recover to around thirty meters before taking action.

Mountain Eagle certainly wouldn't give them this chance...

"Blood Fox, there are two people at the right side of the main entrance against the wall. When I count to three..."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle moved to the position by the door, crouched down, took a deep breath, then exerted force with both legs, pushing himself along the ground into the warehouse...

"Three!"

At the moment Mountain Eagle peeked, the UMP45 in his hand fired...

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

During his glide on the ground, Mountain Eagle continuously squeezed the trigger, naming the four side enemies with double-tap shots.

Darkness and smoke couldn't block the thermal images provided by tactical glasses. These guys were hidden quite well, but inside the damp, cold warehouse, they were as visible as torches.

Equipped with a silencer and using special subsonic bullets, the UMP45 wasn't very loud, but it still alerted the opponents to the issue...

When the third person was hit, the fourth gunman finally realized what was happening and began firing wildly towards the back door direction...

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The 5.45mm rounds from the AK sliced past just meters from Mountain Eagle's side; the 'swish swish' of the piercing sound was thrilling, but it couldn't shake Mountain Eagle in the slightest...

Calmly taking down the last enemy on the side, the slightly slower Blood Fox stood by the side of the main entrance and pushed the MP5 horizontally in, letting loose with a burst of fire.

The muffled sound of gunfire mingled with the moans of gunmen inside. Knowing he had succeeded, Blood Fox moved agilely like the peak of Sammo Hung, his rotund body rolling forward swiftly. Amid the smoke, he rolled several times to avoid the enemy's line of fire...

Next, the old man calmly crawled a few meters amidst the enemy's gunfire, changed magazines, and ignored the flying bullets. Almost in sync with the sound of enemy gunfire, he pulled the trigger, killing two gunmen he'd wounded earlier.

In the thermal imaging field of view, blood sprayed from the hit bodies, which soon lay motionless.

At this point, Mountain Eagle had already moved to the flank of the last two enemies, sticking close to the rear of a vehicle. He observed the two enemies a dozen meters away and waited for a few seconds...

When the rifle in their hands made a 'click' sound, indicating it was out of bullets, Mountain Eagle leaped forward like a fierce tiger, covering the distance in an instant...

As one gunman sensed something was wrong and tried to turn, the sprinting Mountain Eagle reached out, pushed down on the gunman's head, and with forceful impact...

With a loud "bang," the gunman's head left a noticeable dent in the side of the RV, then he collapsed softly to the ground.

Having succeeded, Mountain Eagle stepped on the front tire of the RV to propel himself forward...

The last gunman was like a lost girl walking in the dark. When he sensed something was wrong and turned to look, he saw a shadow darting from the smoke. Before he could scream, he felt a choke around his neck and his body was heavily pressed to the ground...

At this moment, Blood Fox rushed in, aiming his gun at another unconscious gunman. Watching Mountain Eagle choke out a guy bare-handed, he patted his oversized belly, smacked his lips, and said, "Don't kill him yet. Give me some time for interrogation. Drag the bodies over here...

This is clearly one of their strongholds, there can't be just twelve people. There's gasoline in the warehouse, and you've got C4 in your car; let's prepare a surprise for those coming behind..."

Mountain Eagle knew Blood Fox needed to do something to distract himself, and he decisively got up, nodding, "Take your time, I'll get the explosives and haul the bodies inside..."

Blood Fox watched Mountain Eagle reach the door, hesitated, then said, "Mountain Eagle, if we want to continue, just the two of us won't be enough..."

Mountain Eagle paused for a moment, then nodded without turning back, "After we're done here, we'll check out Mi Lu's hideout.

If Chickpea and the others are seriously injured, I'll figure out how to move them to a safe hospital.

Our opponents can't control all official channels yet, evacuating shouldn't be a problem!"

Blood Fox listened, nodded slightly, then looked down at the unconscious guy in front of him. He took a deep breath of the murky air, quickly untied his shoelaces, and bound both hands and feet of the two living ones together, forcing them into a kneeling position.

Mountain Eagle hadn't walked out a few steps when he heard a piercing scream behind him. In just over a dozen seconds, the screaming guy's voice became hoarse...

He glanced at the dead bodies on the ground and did not return to the car's position but walked a hundred meters away and took out the phone to call Anna...

The phone rang once and connected, Anna's voice on the other end was a bit tense, "Mountain Eagle, how are you now?

I heard there's been a serious shooting incident in Bucharest city center..."

Mountain Eagle paused, smiled, and said, "How did you get the news so quickly?"

Anna replied with concern, "The shooting location is only two streets away from the Great Russian Embassy, and several embassy staff were dining near the crime scene.

Bucharest hasn't seen such a severe shooting incident in a long time; the police have locked down the city center. You didn't leave any clues, did you?"

Mountain Eagle realized, nodded, then laughed, "I'm not invisible; there'll be clues left. But let's see how skilled the Romanian police are at investigating.

Rest assured, I think the police will soon be too busy to bother with me, as I'll quickly give them a bigger target."

Anna relaxed slightly but hesitated, saying, "Have you found Blood Fox and them?"

Hearing Anna finally mention his father, Mountain Eagle sighed, "Yes, the three seriously injured Arctic Fox members have tied down Blood Fox and the old guys.

I just met Blood Fox not long ago, and the city center shooting was to help him escape."

Anna sighed, "As long as they're alive. The situation outside is bad, and there are many rumors about Arctic Fox; I can't distinguish the true information.

But one thing is certain, someone wants to eliminate everyone related to Arctic Fox. I have reliable intel that someone has paid to bring in Eastern Ukraine Azov Camp personnel into Romania; I can't confirm the exact number, but it should not be less than 50 people..."

Mountain Eagle immediately thought of those Eastern European strongmen in the underground parking lot, nodding slightly, "I've probably already encountered them..."

Anna sensed Mountain Eagle wasn't too worried, anxiously saying, "I'm not doubting your combat ability, but I believe those heading there are more than just Azov Camp members.

They're cheap, and after Black Fox's death, their financial situation has problems. They had to accept English money to survive, they'll take any job and dare any task.

If I were Iblis, Azov Camp would be cannon fodder, the real doers must include others. You must be careful."

Anna thought briefly, then said, "I can send a private plane to Banya Airport in Bucharest; it's rather secluded and mainly handles private planes and business charters...

I can contact the Great Russian Embassy staff and have them use embassy vehicles to transport you to the airport when my plane arrives."

Mountain Eagle was exactly looking for this, so he nodded, "When the plane comes, bring medical personnel and drugs, help me evacuate the three seriously injured Chickpea members..."

After speaking, Mountain Eagle heard movement coming from the warehouse again, saying to the phone somberly, "I need to find things for Blood Fox and the old guys to do, or they'll go crazy."

Anna paused, sighed, "Mom said a long time ago, Blood Fox would eventually be overwhelmed by Arctic Fox...

Wait for my news, my plane can reach Bucharest in at most 10 hours!"