Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 153 Unlucky Assassin

In all honesty, although the Golden Cicada is rely an upgraded version of the Hummingbird Kit, it’s essentially not the sa thing at all.

A detection range of 200 ters, it magnifies Mountain Eagle’s situational awareness to the extre, but at the sa ti, it also pushes Mountain Eagle’s brain to its limits.

Because what the Golden Cicada transmits back is not a clear image, but a sound wave reflection image restored by the electronic system, it cannot perform friend-foe identification, and various interferences can distort the image.

If Mountain Eagle had enough Gold, he would definitely prefer the bionic drones within the Sergeant System, those are truly good for reconnaissance.

Although the bionic drones cannot detect through walls, Mountain Eagle does not need that.

Because although he can’t see the hidden enemies who don’t show their heads, generally speaking, those hidden enemies can’t see him either.

From childhood to adulthood, Mountain Eagle has always been honing his skills alone in the ’ga,’ and his long battlefield career taught him a principle...

That is, the closer to the prey, the higher the success rate of hunting!

The stronger the situational awareness, the stronger the ability to handle battlefield issues.

The Golden Cicada is good, but the complex images brought by this upgraded high power make Mountain Eagle uncomfortable, and it might even need a long period of adaptation before it can fully unleash the power of the Golden Cicada.

This gadget, for Mountain Eagle, is not like the Hummingbird Kit that can be used imdiately after a long period of adaptation in the ’ga’.

But at this mont, Mountain Eagle is not in the mood to ponder these drawbacks. Before having enough Gold, facing increasingly complex situations, he must make use of the Golden Cicada.

Last night, if he had the Golden Cicada, even letting him notice sothing off on the highway bridge a second earlier, the outco might have been different.

Now with the Golden Cicada, Mountain Eagle can save a lot of ti and directly find the weak point of the processing plant to infiltrate.

The reason the Assassin chose the rear of the processing plant as the entry point was not without reason, as it is only about 150 ters away from the processing plant, and in between, there is a small sewage treatnt facility and a drainage channel that discharges treated sewage into the sea which can serve as a cover.

However, the channel is now flowing with foul-slling sewage, clearly those sewage treatnt facilities have long been out of use.

Mountain Eagle confird through the scattered dye that the Assassin approached the processing plant via the sewage channel.

However, he was not willing to mimic the Assassin, so he activated the Golden Cicada Kit...

A few minutes later, Mountain Eagle darted out like a hunting leopard...

Mountain Eagle took only about ten seconds to rush to the side of the sewage treatnt pond, using the equipnt as cover, he evaded a group of patrolling gunn.

Leaning against a large, rusty iron barrel, Mountain Eagle closed his eyes and silently calculated the patrol group’s route and timing.

When the patrol team turned left at an intersection and faced away from Mountain Eagle, he turned around, raised his gun, and approached the backside of the factory’s wire fence with the softest steps, then lay on the ground using the weeds to avoid the patrol group’s line of sight.

Listening to the patrol group passing by his side, Mountain Eagle took out his Ruger Silent Pistol and quickly pulled the trigger when they were about 5 ters away from him...

"Da-da"

"Da-da"

The consecutive dual shots hit the two patrolling gunn’s heads, causing them to softly fall to the ground.

After succeeding, Mountain Eagle took out a pair of pliers and quickly cut open a corner of the wire fence, then swiftly crawled in, rushed to the two gunn’s side, grabbed their collars, and dragged them to a corner of an external wall of a warehouse.

At this ti, the entire situation of the processing plant was under Mountain Eagle’s observation...

A semi-open workshop and two long warehouses constituted the entirety of the processing plant...

These three buildings were neatly arranged in an "E" shape, and each channel between the buildings was patrolled by a group of gunn, the rest gathered in the middle warehouse, forming a group, and it looked like they were watching a ring match...

These people did not have the organized nature of an army, so the patrolling seed like a routine affair.

Mountain Eagle observed the remaining three groups of gunn’s patrol routes, avoiding their line of sight, he moved along the warehouse walls to the corner of the second channel...

Just then, two bored-looking patrolling gunn were about to approach the corner...

Mountain Eagle counted their footsteps, and when they were about 5 ters away from him, he raised his gun, turned sideways, and pulled the trigger...

"Da-da"

"Da-da"

In the crisp sounds like spoons clinking against each other, Mountain Eagle stepped forward a few steps and caught the two gunn whose bodies lost control in their shocked expressions, and dragged them to sit down at the corner.

At this ti, Mountain Eagle could already hear the noise inside the warehouse...

He moved along the wall to the side of a window in the middle of the warehouse, took out a small mirror, and peeked out...

Dozens of people gathered in the middle of the warehouse, crowding around a tall, muscular man nearly 1.9 ters tall with a face covered in horizontal flesh...

The burly man’s fists were covered in fresh blood, and two unrecognizably battered individuals lay at his feet, while the crowd around him cheered wildly, boosting his morale.

And those abducted Thai Baht were placed on a large table crowded with rifles, stacked together like a small mountain.

Next to the table stood an old man with yellow teeth, who picked up a stack of Thai Baht and threw it into the crowd, making them even more frenzied, before shouting loudly toward the far end of the warehouse...

Then, Mountain Eagle saw at the far end of the warehouse, two young n each pulling a chain, dragging a man whose half body was painted fluorescent green towards the direction of the burly man...

This was the assassin!

The revenge scenario Mountain Eagle imagined did not unfold; now, the assassin, pierced through the collarbone with iron hooks, was being dragged by two young n, sliding along the filthy ground.

A guy with black teeth, wielding a monocular night vision device, proudly circled around the assassin, shouting things that Mountain Eagle couldn’t understand.

However, when Mountain Eagle saw the night vision goggles, he understood why the assassin was dood.

Whenever this guy approached the factory at night, as long as the patrol had night vision goggles, he would be as conspicuous as a light bulb in the darkness.

Alone and outnumbered, no matter how skilled, he couldn’t withstand an intentional ambush...

Mountain Eagle sympathized with the unfortunate assassin for a second, then decisively turned and began to thodically handle the patrolling group inside the factory...

...

Tom felt his body was being torn apart in pain...

He ca for Carlos, the boss of the Replacer Organization...

It was Carlos who entered his life when he was most helpless, then dragged him into the mire, eventually causing his mother’s death.

Tom’s only thought was revenge, and he knew the only way to get close to Carlos was to follow the money.

What he didn’t expect was that upon infiltrating the factory, he was not greeted by Carlos but his boss, Old Man Huang Ya, and a dozen automatic rifles pointed at him.

Tom clenched two chains with his hands, trying to alleviate the pain, but soon he felt an agony as if being torn apart...

Several young Replacers rushed to those pulling the chains’ behind, pulling forcefully in two directions, and actually managed to get Tom to stand up.

The rusty hook tore through the muscles below Tom’s collarbone, eliciting a lone wolf-like roar from him.

Now Tom looked like a fierce beast in chains. His arms wrapped around the chains, desperately resisting the pulling force and glaring with bloodshot eyes at Old Man Huang Ya, shouting, "Old Ghost, where is Carlos?

Is he too cowardly to show up even now?"

Old Man Huang Ya walked to a spot two ters away from Tom, smiling and said, "Why would the boss bother to et soone as insignificant as you?

He is currently with our client because of your failed mission. The boss lost a lot of money, and he is very angry...

Let’s play with you first, then I will chop off your head and send it to him."

Hearing this, Tom spat a mouthful of blood-streaked saliva at Old Man Huang Ya and yelled distortedly, "Old Ghost, I deeply regret saving your life...

You wait, even as a ghost, I won’t let you go!"

Old Man Huang Ya’s mouth twitched, and shaking his head, he said, "Tom, the Replacers are a Wolf Pack; a strong male wolf should take a bite of the leading wolf while he’s dying instead of trying to be a hero.

The boss always had high hopes for you, he wanted you to take my place, so you must die!

Don’t bla , it’s just the way of the Replacers..."

Upon hearing this, Tom, while struggling in pain, yelled furiously, "FUCK YOU Old Ghost, you can assign lethal tasks to , but why did you kill my mother?

You bastard son of a bitch, why did you kill her? She posed no threat to you..."

Old Ghost spread his hands and said, "But I worried that seeing her would remind of you and that would make uncomfortable..."

Saying so, Old Ghost stepped aside and started vigorously agitating the young people around. When their excitent reached its peak, he picked up an iron hamr, handed it to the burly man, and loudly exclaid, "Kill him, smash every bone in his body..."

The burly man listened and grinned, wielding the iron hamr, slowly approaching Tom...

Tom couldn’t break free from the restraint of 6 people, all the while furiously glaring at the slowly advancing burly man with blood-red eyes...

"Co on, kill ..."

The burly man halted his steps, inflad by Tom’s fury, then seed to feel insulted and furiously lifted the iron hamr, smashing it down toward Tom’s shoulder...

As everyone’s attention focused on the iron hamr, Tom’s right arm suddenly tightened, and he roared, pushing his body half a step forward, causing the hamr handle to strike his shoulder instead. Then he swiftly kicked the burly man in the groin...

Just as he was about to exert force for another attack, Tom suddenly noticed a hole appeared on the burly man’s forehead...

Half a palm-sized chunk of his head was blown open, and a large amount of brain matter flowed out like tofu pudding...