Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 1023 957: Tragedy

While Kobe was still hesitating whether to take the risk, Mountain Eagle had already advanced to the barn's entrance under the cover of Robbin and Galahad.

In the darkness, the gunn using vehicles as cover were being hit by Mountain Eagle and Robbin, two top marksn, and seed like mice caught in a bellows, with bullets finding them no matter where they tried to hide.

Mountain Eagle barely put in any effort to advance to the side of the barn's main entrance...

Watching several gunn curled up under the vehicles, firing blindly, not even realizing that the threat had already approached them...

Mountain Eagle shook his head slightly. He swiftly replaced the AK-103 magazine with a new one, then pulled out the pins of two offensive hand grenades, letting them roll along the ground...

"Boom Boom"

As the two loud explosions drew the attention of the enemies inside the barn, Mountain Eagle swiftly slipped into the barn by sticking close to the wall...

"Bang, bang..."

As two startled gunn were shot dead, Mountain Eagle, like an emotionless machine, ignored the terrified screams of hostages, wielding his AK-103 close to the barn's walls as he advanced forward...

The gunn inside the barn were completely unprepared at this point. After the power was cut, the barn was pitch black, while Mountain Eagle fired the trigger during the operation...

"Bang, bang, bang..."

No fancy tactical moves, just competing in speed and accuracy in a confined space.

Everyone had night vision goggles, but the opponents were clearly not well-adapted...

Added to this was Mountain Eagle's unique weak-side attack habit, causing drug trafficking gunn restricted by night vision goggles to fail in locking onto him within a short ti.

Over a hundred hostages sat inside the barn, mostly won and children, yet the film-like standoff between kidnappers and police never unfolded...

It turned out, under high-pressure circumstances, having a gun in hand was useless!

As the last few gunn fell, Mountain Eagle quickly moved through the barn searching, completing final shots on fallen gunn and swiftly separating weapons from ammunition...

Only after ensuring nothing was missed did Mountain Eagle carefully survey the barn's environnt...

First was a mixed stench, the vast barn filled with the sll of human sweat, layered with so rotting odors.

So won let out suppressed sobs, while children seed frightened out of their wits, sitting there hugging their knees and sniffling quietly without daring to make a sound.

Most won and children in the barn were from Arica, with a few Easterners among them...

Mountain Eagle took out an LED headlamp and attached it to the wall, illuminating the barn, then carrying a flashlight as he walked around inside the barn, quickly finding the woman Peggy was looking for...

After confirming her identity, Mountain Eagle did not make any fuss, instead picking up a frail child who looked only four or five years old beside her...

Seeing the fear in the child's eyes, Mountain Eagle frowned, wiped the gri off his face, then walked to the barn door, stomped hard, shouting loudly, "Stand up, I am a mber of the Arctic Fox Foundation, a partner organization of the United States Departnt of Holand Security, you are saved...

I will require you to follow my orders from now on, I will lead you across the border into the United States, where arrangents will be made for you."

To ensure everyone in the room understood, Mountain Eagle repeated his words twice in English, Spanish, and Chinese...

Perhaps Mountain Eagle's deanor was quite convincing, as the people inside the barn first beca agitated and then so won in their twenties stood up quickly.

Mountain Eagle quickly singled out several adult won, waving to them, saying, "Get all the adults up, take care of the other children, we are still a ways from the border, we need to ensure no one is left behind."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle handed the child he was holding to a woman whose face was indistinct, said somberly, "Let everyone move slightly, but don't go outside...

The fight outside is not over yet, it's safer here!"

After speaking, Mountain Eagle did not care what the other party thought, turned and intended to support Kobe in the northwest corner...

But just as he was turning, a girl with braids grabbed his pants...

"Uncle, my mommy and daddy are missing, can you help find them?"

The girl's precisely enunciated Chinese made Mountain Eagle pause. He turned and looked at this trembling little girl, hesitated for a mont, then reached out to rub her head, saying, "Listen well, once our combat concludes, I'll co find you...

Definitely don't wander off, I'll send you ho!"

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle's eyes scanned past a few Chinese won who seed to have sothing to say but stopped...

Sensing their evasive glances, Mountain Eagle felt an indescribable sensation...

'Walking the Line', this term was yet unknown to the mainstream at this ti...

Before 2015, most Chinese who smuggled into the United States did so using tourist visas, tearing up their passports after landing, then finding the relatives or friends backing them, or staying alone in the United States.

This thod effectively limited the number of smuggling cases since the United States visa had a threshold.

Compared to Fujianese bravely venturing to diterranean Europe with a boat ticket, going to the United States remained a significantly challenging task.

Starting from 2015, those dreaming of a 'Dream Country', under the incitent of individuals like immigration agents, 'discovered' loopholes at the US-xico border, then began entering the United States through the South Arican land route.

Initially, even local xican gangs were puzzled, wondering why so many Easterners from the other side of the globe wanted to take such risks?

Did they think our local gang wouldn't eat people?

Initially, agents drew clients, then paid xican border Snakeheads to guide them across...

Soon the gangs' Snakeheads found those agents earning a lot, so they took over these aspirational 'democracy enthusiasts' from the gap-exploiting 'agents'.

Despite not understanding why a group of people carrying LV bags, wearing clothes worth thousands, wanted to smuggle, it didn't prevent them from thoroughly exploiting these 'clients'.

Of them, the most unfortunate were the children of these 'aspirants'...

Easterners from the 70s and 80s generation had suffered hardships in their childhood, growing up in the dia environnt cultivated by Hong Kong films and Arican blockbusters...

At that stage, East did not have a coherent national narrative, it seed everything abroad was good.

Once society developed to a certain level, when so among them encountered life changes or obtained uneasy wealth due to personal reasons, their first thought was to go to the United States.

Surely, those choosing the line wouldn't have made much money...

But they were undoubtedly thoroughly brainwashed, and the most determined ones!

Mountain Eagle did not sympathize with them, but their children were innocent...

Seeing the reticent expressions from the Eastern won, Mountain Eagle did not say much, comforting the braided girl, then dashed out of the barn...

"Robbin, you stay here and watch them..."