Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 321 - 315 Interrogation

The team dic Tailor, as the only intact mber of the Round Table Knights on site and soone with a history of being captured,

faced Mountain Eagle, who wasn’t acting too violently, and said with a wry smile while spreading his hands: "I’m a doctor, so my inco is decent.

I will pay, but you have to let my guys go to the hospital, their shoulders have been shot through, and in these conditions, I can only treat simple trauma.

But if the shattered scapula can’t be removed, they’re soon going to die of wound infections."

Saying that, Tailor looked at Robbin, who was already a bit delirious, and said helplessly: "My guys need antibiotic injections, otherwise you’ll get nothing but dead bodies."

Mountain Eagle indeed needed these people alive, because as long as they were, all the problems CIA faced earlier would have a reasonable explanation.

Moreover, Mountain Eagle took a bit of a liking to that Robbin – the guy was a very pure soldier...

He could accept the life-and-death encounters on the battlefield but couldn’t tolerate his teammates bullying the weak.

From this perspective, Robbin was the only one who possessed a bit of the knightly deanor, whereas the others had been thoroughly marinated by the rcenaries’ trade.

Waving his hand, Mountain Eagle signaled Daria to dig out the dicine from Tailor’s bag and inject a dose of strong antibiotics into the groggy Robbin...

Watching the fellow’s breathing stabilize sowhat, Mountain Eagle turned to Tailor and said: "You are rcenaries, so you should be clear that you don’t enjoy the protection of the Geneva Convention, aning any thods I use on you are justifiable...

You’ve suffered enough already; certainly, you don’t want to burn your dicks with a lighter to make you talk.

How many of you ca? Where are the rest now?

How long will it be before they co for you?"

Tailor looked at the serious expression on Mountain Eagle’s face and said with a bitter smile: "They won’t co anymore..."

Mountain Eagle froze for a mont and asked with a frown: "Why?"

Tailor glanced at the won and girls curled up in the room, he sighed, and said: "This place is a brothel; the whole building is full of prostitutes.

Our boss spent a lot of money to take over this place, so there ought to be so extra services."

As soon as Mountain Eagle heard this, he instantly understood: all the won in this building were prostitutes, which, in a sense, also served as a kind of early warning system.

Whether it was the police or gangsters, as long as they were targeting the Round Table Knights, they wouldn’t have the ti, or rather, wouldn’t consider these won a threat.

For covert operations, they couldn’t start with these won.

And once these won sensed sothing amiss, they would warn those on the outside—just one text ssage, or even turning off the lights in their rooms, would let the people outside know sothing was wrong.

The mont Mountain Eagle and his n launched the attack, it’s likely that the Round Table Knights on the periphery were warned.

This was an ergency wisdom born of long-accumulated experience, evident in both the choice of safe house and the use of the surrounding environnt.

Mountain Eagle nodded in appreciation and signaled to call up Balang, who was guarding downstairs...

This unchainable military dog had been very restless during the wait, and the mont it received the signal, it dashed up to the third floor, crashed into the room, bumped its head against Mountain Eagle’s lower back, and then began pacing restlessly around the room.

Only then did Mountain Eagle rember Balang’s past. It was abandoned by its Trainer at a bomb site to die alone, so since then, it wouldn’t allow anyone to leash its neck.

Recalling Balang’s ordeal, Mountain Eagle hugged the creature’s neck and rubbed vigorously under its chin and head, then pulled out so dog food and fed it into Balang’s mouth.

Tailor didn’t understand why Mountain Eagle brought a dog into the room at this ti; he watched the agitated and slightly frenetic Balang and instinctively averted his gaze...

Mountain Eagle, holding Balang’s head, looked at Tailor with a smiling face and said: "Are you afraid of dogs?"

Tailor shook his head and said: "NO..."

"That’s good then..."

Mountain Eagle nodded slightly, pulled out a knife, and cut the ties binding Tailor’s hands and feet, then had him lie flat on the floor and cut open his clothes and pants...

Seeing Mountain Eagle beckon to a man and a woman to hold down his shoulders and legs, Tailor, realizing sothing was amiss, struggled violently while yelling: "Hey hey hey, what are you doing? You’ve already won..."

Mountain Eagle, smiling, sprinkled a few dog biscuits on Tailor’s belly and let Balang eat them...

Seeing Tailor breaking into a sweat from nervousness, Mountain Eagle sprinkled so dog biscuits over his groin and, while holding the eager Balang by the neck, told Tailor: "This mutt is one I picked up off the streets, back then it would eat anything, the stinkier and filthier, the better it liked it..."

Tailor, pinned down and unable to move, twisted his body with all his might and shouted: "Hey hey hey, I said I’d pay, don’t do this, don’t do this..."

Mountain Eagle, arm around Balang’s neck, nodded and said: "Don’t worry, my buddy here is now very clean, it doesn’t eat just anything anymore..."

After saying that, Mountain Eagle looked around, took a roll of paper towels from the TV cabinet, tore off a big piece, folded it a few tis, and placed it over Tailor’s private parts, making the naked man look sowhat comical...

Looking at Tailor’s fearful eyes, Mountain Eagle gestured to Butcher...

With reluctance, Butcher fished a delicate flask from his Bullet-Proof Vest and handed it to Mountain Eagle. Watching his boss pour Vodka on the paper towels and Tailor’s privates, he looked down at the frightened Tailor and said with a hint of sympathy: "Disinfect it, roast it, then it could be eaten..."

"Just endure it for a mont; this is Thailand, you can still live with a different identity even without your dick."

The tailor watched Mountain Eagle ignite a kerosene lighter, intending to bring it close to his privates, he let out a horrified scream...

"Enough, what the hell do you want to do..."

When the tailor was so frightened that his body twisted and even began to spasm, Longbow couldn’t help it, and he angrily shouted, "What the fuck do you want?"

Mountain Eagle gestured for the tailor not to move, then placed the kerosene lighter on his lower abdon...

After finding balance, he let the burning lighter stand on the tailor’s stomach, Mountain Eagle looked at the angry Longbow and said with a smile: "Did you ever think of now when you burned down the sugar factory?

Did you ever think of now when you stole 30 tons of sugar, threatening the entirety of Pattaya?"

Speaking, Mountain Eagle glanced at the tailor, whose butt was spasming with tension, but who dared not move an inch, and said with a smile: "You better hope your comrades can answer all my questions before you can’t hold out any longer."

Longbow glared at Mountain Eagle and exclaid, "We didn’t expect to be in this situation, because we never thought about attacking civilians.

Those sugars were packed into 12 trucks, they were just baits to distract the police."

Mountain Eagle listened, confird it was not much different from his own guess, then he continued to ask, "Where are those trucks?"

Longbow looked at the tailor whose body was already tensed to the extre, he nervously said, "I don’t know, I wasn’t the one who arranged those trucks.

I only know that those drivers had no idea what they were doing, they were just aimlessly driving around Pattaya, and would only stop at a certain place to be discovered after receiving a phone call.

Take the lighter away, those damned trucks are only loaded with sugar, there’s no danger."

Mountain Eagle slightly nodded and said: "But the police can’t take the risk!

Do you know how much public resources you’ve wasted doing this?

I need to know how to contact those trucks..."

Longbow heard this, and shouted loudly: "I don’t know either, the person who contacts the trucks is not here, you can try calling out with Broadcast, it definitely will be useful..."

Mountain Eagle shook his head and said, "How can you prove you’re telling the truth? If there’s a bomb hidden inside, using Broadcast to call out is the sa as notifying them."

"It’s Lancelot, he’s our boss, I’ll call him, and he will definitely be happy to ransom us and cooperate with you in locating those trucks..."

Mole shouted loudly from the side: "Let the tailor go, give the phone, I’ll contact Lancelot...

We’ve lost, he’ll pay the ransom, and then halt all actions!"

Mountain Eagle looked at Mole, extended his index finger and pressed on the lighter, asking in a deep voice, "How many more of you are there?"

Mole looked at the tailor, whose eyes were filled with terror, and said loudly without hesitation, "8, we still have eight people..."

"You’re lying..."

Mountain Eagle pushed the lighter, and a blue fla instantly ignited beneath the tailor’s lower abdon...

"Ah..."

Watching the tailor twist his body in madness and let out a frantic scream, Longbow’s body leaned forward and crashed onto the ground, shouting crazily: "9 people, we have a total of 9 people left, one is the Thai contact Pasival, the other 8 are combat personnel...

FUCK, put out the fire, put out the fire, FUCK..."

Mountain Eagle sped up his speech and said, "Where do you plan to escape?"

"Two routes, one at kong River, one at Pattaya harbor, we’ve prepared boats at both kong River and Pattaya, we’ll decide whether to go through Myanmar or Cambodia based on the situation...

FUCK, put out the damn fire..."

After hearing this, Mountain Eagle picked up a dirty towel from the ground and tossed it onto the tailor’s crotch...

When the fla disappeared due to lack of oxygen, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Daria, who had been pressing down on the tailor’s legs, looked at the tailor who emitted a long moan as his body went limp, and said with a wrinkled nose and disdainful shake of her head to Mountain Eagle, "Boss, he can still hold on for a while; you should ask a few more questions...

rcenaries are no tough guys, I bet the so-called ransom is all lies!"

Butcher thought he had already beco heartless enough, but looked at Daria as if he saw a ghost, lifted the towel to take a look, then, looking at the tailor whose eyes were lifeless, said with pursed lips, "It’s okay, just missing a bit of hair, won’t kill a person."

The tailor, with a trembling voice, said, "Really? Why can’t I feel anything now?"

Butcher, who looked down upon the weakness of these guys, said with disdain, "I don’t know about that, maybe you can only feel sothing when you see your comrade’s ass.

After all, English people are all queers!"

The tailor’s lips trembled loudly as he said, "I’m a fucking Scot..."