Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 935 - 874: Jungle Phantom
Mountain Eagle, having successfully struck once, didn't change his position. He adjusted his aim towards the rear of the team, and soon another hand grenade was thrown to the ground…
It takes about three seconds for a hand grenade to land, exploding almost the instant it hits, leaving those aware of its descent little time to warn their comrades.
"Boom"
Mountain Eagle coldly watched the enemy through the scope. At the moment of the grenade's explosion, he pulled the trigger…
"Da da, da da"
The two gunmen at the rear, who were constantly scanning their surroundings with their guns, had no idea what had happened. One was hit in the chest and head, while the other was shot through the shoulder and neck.
The one with a bullet in his head died on the spot, and the gunman whose neck was punctured clutched his pierced throat, struggling to crawl under a large tree. He wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound…
The person hit knew best the direction the bullet came from, but with his throat punctured, he couldn't make a sound to alert his companions to Mountain Eagle's position.
It wasn't until the others found the bodies of the vanguard and sensed something was wrong, trying to retreat a bit to avoid the sniper's line of fire, did they realize their companion at the rear had been shot.
The second hand grenade hadn't killed anyone, but the explosion and shrapnel rendered an unfortunate soul unconscious and incapable of movement.
As soon as they sensed danger, two gunmen quickly made an improvised stretcher, dragging the grenade-injured fellow into a hollow formed by a fallen tree's roots.
The others, experienced, found cover, carefully searching the surroundings for any possible sniper hiding spots. Soon, two smoke bombs were thrown, creating a foggy area around the wounded.
When two gunmen rushed into the smoke to rescue the wounded, another hand grenade fell from the sky, landing precisely inside the tree-root pit.
At this moment, everyone was nervously watching their surroundings. As soon as the dark hand grenade fell to the ground, the two gunmen were stunned. Just as they were about to shout, they heard a "boom"…
The explosion's force was amplified in the pit, and the flying debris and explosive shockwaves brought stones along, causing the two gunmen to fall painfully to the bottom of the pit.
At the same time, Mountain Eagle, who was closely observing the battlefield, pulled the trigger again…
"Da da, da da"
The two gunmen who rushed into the smoke to assist their comrades were shot down, but this time they were both 'lucky' to survive…
One of the gunmen, shot in the hip and calf, tumbled as he fell, then lifted his rifle towards the general direction of Mountain Eagle and pulled the trigger…
Seeing the actions of the wounded gunman, the others followed suit, peeking out from cover and began suppressive fire towards Mountain Eagle's direction…
The intense gunfire made the area around Mountain Eagle crackle, and occasionally a bullet would zip past the side of the twin tree, used as cover by Mountain Eagle, with a sharp whistle that didn't get him flustered at all.
Seeing his enemies react as expected, Mountain Eagle turned his aim towards a gunman lying prone in a shallow pit…
"Da da"
The soft report of the VSS was barely noticeable in such a bullet-riddled battlefield.
In the shallow pit, the gunman was shot in the head, the bullet entering from the top, piercing through the entire skull and exiting at the jawbone, the splattering blood and bone fragments startling a nearby gunman, who also pinpointed Mountain Eagle's position…
"10 o'clock direction, he's up there…"
The gunman shouted while throwing a smoke bomb forward, then quickly crawled out of the pit to find new cover.
But just as his body exited the pit, a bullet, weaving through the hail of gunfire from his companions, hit him in the temple…
Another person died, leaving the remaining six or seven gunmen both panicked and enraged, bravely peeking out from behind cover and launching a fierce barrage towards Mountain Eagle's location at the twin trees.
At this moment, Mountain Eagle, like a ghost, slipped down a steep path beside the trees. With the enemy's focus on the twin trees while frantically shooting, the ruckus caused by bullets, the cover of bushes, and their own thrown smoke bombs, Mountain Eagle easily avoided their sight.
When Mountain Eagle slid to the slope and crouched for a few seconds, weapon drawn for an assault, half of the opposing gunmen's weapons clicked dry.
"Da da, da da, da da…"
At the moment Mountain Eagle stood, the enemy spotted him…
The two gunmen with bullets left in their guns decisively turned their firearms, attempting to block Mountain Eagle, creating an opportunity for their comrades…
But what they overlooked was that only these two raised their guns towards Mountain Eagle because only their positions allowed them to clearly see him, and correspondingly, Mountain Eagle could clearly see them.
With approximately one hundred and fifty meters between them, with many trees and shrubs as barriers, in such conditions, there were only two ways to achieve a hit…
The first was waiting for the opponent to make a mistake, the second involved moving, utilizing more flexible footwork for an assault.
Mountain Eagle lacked time, thus chose the second option…
Golden Cicada granted him an extraordinary sense of battlefield awareness, honed training provided him the ability and courage to confront opponents…
"Da da, da da"
Before the two gunmen had time to aim, Mountain Eagle's bullets threaded through the forest's narrow openings, hitting their bodies.
The 9mm specialized sniper rounds didn't tear through the gunmen's bullet-proof vests, but it did make their bodies stutter a moment, before their heads were shot through…
After his success, Mountain Eagle dashed a few nimble steps like an antelope in the forest, then miraculously flanked to a gunman's weak side.
The so-called weak side is the side holding the gun...
Anyone who has used a gun knows that when you are aiming with your right hand, most of your vision and attention are focused on the left side.
Because the left hand is holding the fore-end as assistance, you can easily point the muzzle to most of the left side without moving your body by extending and retracting your left arm, but to aim the muzzle to the right side under the same conditions, you need to turn your waist and feet.
In this situation, a weak side is formed, which is why assault men generally need a partner's cooperation when advancing.
The more complex the area, the more apparent this issue becomes, and sometimes being one second slower means a loss of life!
Mountain Eagle has been trained and battled in the Sergeant System since childhood. The instructors in the Sergeant System helped him develop a terrifying habit, which is once in combat, he instinctively targets the enemy's weak side.
So Mountain Eagle rarely engages in positional warfare. Whenever possible, he will definitely keep himself moving. This habit objectively intensifies his aggressiveness and lethality.
Because when you seize the position and the enemy's vital parts are exposed in front of you, it's hard to resist not taking a kick.
"Pop, pop," two faint gunshots...
A gunman hadn't had time to turn his body and muzzle before Mountain Eagle hit him twice in the head and face...
The blood mist erupting from the gunman's head caught the attention of another gunman not far away. Terrified, he turned his muzzle, trying to track Mountain Eagle's silhouette, only to find himself doing useless work...
Running Mountain Eagle naturally created an intermittent appearance under the cover of the trees and vegetation, coupled with the choice of running rhythm and route, making the gunman unable to catch his track at all.
The gunman loudly called his companions, blocking and intercepting with crossfire from other directions when Mountain Eagle's figure slipped through the middle of a few big trees, with an open space of more than ten meters ahead...
Just as the gunman locked his muzzle on the open space, prepared to intercept Mountain Eagle, Mountain Eagle's advancing body completed a turnaround close to a big tree, once again cutting into the gunman's weak side.
Just such a turn made the opponent nearly a second slower.
When the gunman realized Mountain Eagle had raised his gun and aimed at him, and in the moment of fear when he wanted to bend down and turn around, two bullets found his body and head.
The quality of these gunmen was actually very high. After more than half of a dozen died or were injured, they could still keep a clear combat consciousness and even carry out limited counterattacks.
But once the battle entered the hot weapon era, in close combat, being a little off could mean the distance between life and death, let alone Mountain Eagle overwhelmingly crushing them in multiple aspects like physical fitness, tactical awareness, equipment, and the woods limiting their number advantage, leading to...
"Boom, boom..."
Two hand grenades exploded in the woods, distracting the last three gunmen, and as they turned to search for Mountain Eagle's position, Mountain Eagle stood up from their flank...
......
"Fuck, how could it be?"
In the suite of the Radisson Hotel in Bucharest City Center, a red-haired middle-aged woman violently threw her phone against the wall. Then this red-haired woman looked at her intimidated subordinates in the room and said in a deep voice, "The other side is just a bunch of old men plus that Mountain Eagle...
In less than an hour, we've lost 24 people!
Who will tell me what the hell happened?
The elite assassins of the Demon Group along with the Bright Ladder, we can't track them, can't beat them...
Who will tell me, why is this happening?"
A young man in a hoodie lifted his head from behind several computers and said in a mocking tone, "Commander, the Round Table Knight's people have been killed...
That old guy named Galahad, with a young man, used the Bucharest Special Police's raid to suddenly appear and kill the remaining people of the Round Table Knight.
Wow, the police took statements from those present inside Tiriac Bank. That Mountain Eagle claimed to be from the Department of Homeland Security at the time.
Our partners are thinking of backing out because the current Bucharest Mayor is using this to pressure the police.
Commander, if we want to continue our actions, we must notify the NGO organizations to find a way to organize a protest using the fire and death in the abandoned factory, or else the people of the Social Democratic Party might not continue to help.
Without their help, the acquisition of Tiriac Bank by the company might become a burden in the end..."
Saying this, the young man glanced at a few men in suits standing in the corner, spread his hands, and said, "I don't understand why we have to let these people illegally hand over the Arctic Fox's pension, which is one hundred million dollars.
As long as that old guy named Blood Fox is alive, Tiriac Bank will never restore its reputation. In the past three hours, multiple underground organizations have demanded transferring the money to other banks.
The excuse of headquarters being robbed won't hold for a few days..."
The red-haired woman pressed her thin lips together fiercely and said, "Then let that Blood Fox die...
At all costs, I want that Blood Fox, Mountain Eagle, and everyone involved to die!
Inform those NGO organizations to organize a demonstration in the city center, the funds will be transferred to their accounts immediately.
I simply cannot believe that Mountain Eagle dared to claim to be a Department of Homeland Security agent..."
The young man in the hoodie laughed and said, "Commander, the most incredible thing is, the Bucharest Mayor believes it. He believes it, and the Romanian Prime Minister probably believes it too...
That Mountain Eagle is amazing, he's trying to stir up the waters using Romania's internal party strife to cut off our official support.
But how did he know we were connected to the Social Democratic Party?"
