Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 152: Tracking, New Toy

Mountain Eagle drove the car left by the Replacer, heading north to start the chase...

Mountain Eagle didn’t think the Replacer’s gunn would keep fleeing along the highway because it was too easy to get blocked.

What he was looking for was not the Replacer’s gunn, but the Assassin.

Previously, Mountain Eagle had thrown a Coloring Hand Grenade at the guy; the dye in the grenade was colorless and odorless, and it would seep into the skin once it made contact, unable to be washed off for ten to fifteen days.

Although the effects of the dye could not be seen with the naked eye, under the influence of night vision goggles, the dye would produce an effect similar to an IR lamp. Moreover, it would increase the observable distance exponentially based on the amount of contamination.

And wherever the Assassin passed, the droplets of sweat, or even just brushing past grass leaves, would leave a traceable mark.

The sky was very dark now, and Mountain Eagle wanted to find traces of the Assassin before dawn.

His current target was the first exit of Highway 7 heading north; he believed that with the Assassin’s cleverness, he definitely would have hurried there.

As long as Mountain Eagle could find any slightest clue, he would follow that direction relentlessly...

About half an hour after heading north, Mountain Eagle spotted several pickup trucks that belonged to the Replacer and the hijacked evidence vehicle parked on the ergency lane by the road...

Several police cars rushed from the direction of Bangkok and stopped on the opposite lane, a dozen policen stood behind their cars with guns drawn, constantly calling for backup and no one dared to approach the pickups...

Frowning, Mountain Eagle stopped his car about a hundred ters away from the pickup trucks, then stepped out after contacting the Bangkok police through several radio transmissions.

The major case in Pattaya had alerted most of the police in Bangkok and Pattaya; these were the teams arranged by headquarters to assist in Pattaya.

He learned that they too had just arrived and had stopped upon discovering the vehicle abandoned on the road...

Mountain Eagle, holding his radio, waved his hands signaling the officers to be aware of identifying friend from foe, then slowly approached the direction where the pickup trucks were parked, his gun ready.

Only after entering the detection range of fifty ters of the Hummingbird kit did Mountain Eagle realize there was no one in the pickup trucks.

This discovery was very surprising to him; he had thought that the Replacer’s gunn would at least reach the next exit before leaving the highway. Unexpectedly, this group had abandoned their vehicles after running only about thirty kiloters...

When he ca, Mountain Eagle had observed the vehicles on the opposite lane. As it was late at night by then, he had encountered only three or four cars since he started, none of which could have transported the fleeing gunn and all that cash.

The opponents should not have switched vehicles since changing cars on the highway didn’t make much sense...

If the police had blocked the intersections, switching vehicles would be pointless as the battle had blocked traffic, and no vehicles headed north, so even if they switched cars, they would have been stopped.

If the police had not managed to block the roads in ti, changing cars during this critical ti would only waste ti and jeopardize their escape.

Feeling sothing was off, Mountain Eagle checked around the evidence vehicle; the contents inside were in complete disarray, the cash ant as evidence and all the computer hard drives had been taken.

What surprised Mountain Eagle was that in the evidence vehicle’s compartnt lay a dead Cri Investigation Bureau detective, his pockets turned inside out, and his wallet was left beside him with not a single cent inside.

Mountain Eagle wondered, what kind of extrely violent criminals, under such tense circumstances, would not even spare a policeman’s wallet?

The other party was either out of their mind or utterly clear-headed but overwhelmingly greedy.

Mountain Eagle leaned towards the latter...

Because Tessa had said that these Replacers would kill soone over a couple of hundred US Dollars!

Mountain Eagle walked around the vehicles, using his radio to notify the police on the opposite lane that they could co over, then he himself stood on the highway’s barrier looking downward...

Below the highway lay a forest thick with weeds, a road similar to a national highway on the other side of the forest, next to the road a small gas station, and beside the station, a roadside motorcycle repair shop...

With the aid of the night vision, Mountain Eagle could clearly see the surrounding environnt. When he turned his attention beyond the road while searching, he noticed signs of soone passing through the grass under the highway embanknt.

Without bothering to greet the arriving police, Mountain Eagle jumped down from the highway and rushed into the forest following those traces...

After walking about 15 minutes through the forest, unevenly because of the Replacers’ tracks, Mountain Eagle reached the edge of the forest to check again.

Seeing the detected images, Mountain Eagle jumped out of the forest, and ran across the road into the gas station.

It was a small gas station with only two pumps. Mountain Eagle entered the attached convenience store with his gun and saw two service staff lying dead on the ground...

He reached forward to check; the bodies of the two gas station employees still retained a bit of body warmth, indicating they might have been killed not long ago.

Mountain Eagle reported the situation at the gas station to the police above on the highway using his radio, then he set off to find the gas station’s surveillance...

And just as he stood up, he saw a bright green mark on the computer mouse in the supermarket checkout.

Realizing that the assassin had gotten ahead of him, Mountain Eagle made his way into the checkout area, picked up the mouse, and dragged back the surveillance videos of the gas station for a while...

About 20 minutes earlier, a group of people carrying big and small bags rushed out from the woods, most of them heading straight to the nearby motorcycle repair shop, while a few without bags sprinted to the supermarket at the gas station...

The employees at the gas station didn’t have ti to escape; they were killed on the spot by the intruders...

Through another cara, Mountain Eagle found out that the guys who killed the gas station employees were actually just teenagers.

After the killings, they did not forget to scoop up the cash from the register, and also grabbed a bunch of chocolates and several cans of Red Bull.

After they rushed out, about a dozen motorcycles sped off from the repair shop next door, two people per bike fleeing north and south.

Soon a guy wearing a helt entered the supermarket, he examined the two bodies like Mountain Eagle did, then went to the checkout to review the surveillance.

A few minutes later, the helted guy started up a motorcycle and chased north along the highway.

Mountain Eagle quickly scrolled through the surveillance footage and then stepped out of the filling station to the repair shop next door; the gas station’s surveillance captured part of the repair shop...

There were previously over twenty motorcycles parked in front of the repair shop, now only seven remained.

The door of the repair shop was wide open. Mountain Eagle went in to check and found no one inside, only several motorcycle keys scattered on the shabby desk.

Mountain Eagle guessed this place might be a Replacer hideout, the owner of the repair shop was part of the Replacers, hence no bodies were left behind.

Mountain Eagle didn’t linger; he picked up the motorcycle keys from the desk, found a fairly new Honda Monkey 125 and tried the keys before starting it up...

After throttling it a few tis and feeling it out, Mountain Eagle skillfully put it into gear and drove towards the highway, chasing north...

Although the gunn were fleeing left and right, Mountain Eagle’s focus was on that assassin...

The lights in the supermarket earlier made the residue on the mouse not particularly clear, but as Mountain Eagle turned off his motorcycle’s headlights and drove forward, the traces left on the road beca clearer.

With the bumps on the road, sweat or liquid contaminated with a dye from the assassin occasionally dripped onto the ground.

These faint traces were invisible to the naked eye, but aided by low-light night vision, those green spots were like fireflies in the dark, guiding Mountain Eagle northward.

Until the sky began to dawn, Mountain Eagle chased to a dilapidated seafood processing plant nearby...

A few kiloters south of the plant was a fishing pier. Around 5 a.m., people had already started moving around on the pier.

The area around the processing plant was open and empty, hastily barging in would definitely attract attention.

Mountain Eagle parked about 500 ters from the processing plant, arranged his motorcycle alongside the assassin’s, and then carefully broke into a patchy woodland following the now fading dye due to the daylight.

Stepping on the assassin’s footsteps, he circled around in the woods and ca up behind the processing plant...

Seeing the assassin’s trail extending into the plant, Mountain Eagle disengaged the safety on his AK105, hesitated a mont, then connected to the Sergeant System and spent much of the precious raw materials to upgrade the Hummingbird Kit to the ’Golden Cicada kit’...

There was no change to the tactical glasses and audio pickup headphones, only the previously half-palm-sized Hummingbird had diminished to the size of a thumb.

This new product was generated after the ’Sergeant System’ ’consud’ the ’Plutonium,’ which was also depleted a bit in the production of this new product...

The difference between the Golden Cicada and the Hummingbird is its further detection distance!

Previously, the ultrasonic waves released by the Hummingbird Kit only allowed Mountain Eagle to ’see’ within a 50-ter radius; anything beyond 50 ters was chaos.

Moreover, its usage ti was limited; after more than 2 hours, the Hummingbird would alert Mountain Eagle that it needed recharging.

But the Golden Cicada was clearly different, its energy more abundant, and its power significantly greater; ultrasonic detection could reach up to 200 ters, and 200 ters was not its limit...

From clear visibility within 50 ters, to clear visibility within 100 ters, to general visibility within 150 ters, to blurred visibility within 200 ters...

The detection effectiveness of the Golden Cicada gradually decreases outward, but even beyond 200 ters, if conditions are right, it is still effective.

Especially in relatively interference-free areas like desert plains, the practical effect of the Golden Cicada will be magnified.

The role of ’Plutonium,’ a radioactive material, appears to substitute for so critical material provided by the Sergeant System...

Not only did it boost the energy storage and increase power, but it also enhanced the computing power inside the Hummingbird Kit, enabling it to process ’images’ beyond 200 ters...

Although the images beyond 200 ters were blurred like phantoms, in darkness, being able to detect an enemy even a second earlier gives Mountain Eagle an advantage.