Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 327 - 321: The Frustrated Seal

Mountain Eagle t up with the Seal Six Team at the highway interchange in Nonthaburi...

Looking at Sam with a complex expression as he got out of his car and walked towards himself, Mountain Eagle waved through the car window and said, "Hey, Sam..."

Sam walked over to the side of the van, pointing to the back seat he said, "Can I co in?

It’s not convenient to park here, let’s talk about the details on the road."

Mountain Eagle knew what Sam wanted to do, he gestured with his hand to have Pigeon open the door to let Sam in...

Before getting into the van, Sam gestured to his buddies to follow, then he plopped into the seat and forcefully shut the door.

They didn’t rush to speak with Mountain Eagle, instead, they turned around to size up the two people on the back seats.

"Are they from the Round Table Knights?"

Mountain Eagle turned around with a smile and said, "Yes, let introduce them. This one is ’tailor’, the dic of the Round Table Knights, and the one lying down is Robbin, probably the assault man."

Upon hearing this, Sam slightly nodded, then suddenly turned and punched the tailor in the face, then darted to the back seat, grabbing the tailor by the neck and relentlessly punching him in the face...

"FUCK you rcenary sons of bitches..."

Unable to fight back, after a few hits the tailor simply stopped dodging and instead stared at the furious Sam, with bloodied teeth bared fiercely, he shouted, "Co on...

Do you think your kind is more noble than us?

Are there fewer people you killed? When you carry out missions, did those people deserve to die?

We work for money; what about you?

You guys don’t even have money, but you do the sa kind of jobs as us!

Don’t think I don’t know the dirty work you’ve done for the CIA in xico and Colombia,

how many people have you killed in the Middle East? You sons of bitches posing with corpses, insulting the dead, you think only you guys know that."

As the tailor spat a bloody spit onto Sam’s face while he was stunned, he loudly shouted, "You motherfuckers are no different from us, we’re all beasts!

The only difference is your necks are leashed, and whoever holds the leash tells you who to bite.

At least we are free!

FUCK YOU Seals, FUCK YOU..."

Sam, instead of getting angry at the clap back, smashed the tailor’s nose with a punch, and said, "I fucking can tell anyone what my job is, anyone asks , and I can proudly say I am proud of my job...

Do you dare tell your family and kids what you do for a living?"

The tailor scoffed, "Is lying to yourself interesting?

Family? Children?

Can soone who works 200 days a year away from ho really keep their family?

You’ll miss all the important monts of your child, your wife will fall in love with soone who can be with her.

Then one day suddenly realize that your so-called family and children really don’t need you, nor does society; when you want to make up for it, you find you can’t even afford your kid’s college."

As the tailor looked at Sam whose expression suddenly froze, he sneered, "We are no different!"

Sitting in the front seat, Mountain Eagle looked at Sam whose expression suddenly beca complex, he shook his head and said, "It’s different, rcenaries have no human rights, but soldiers are different...

Both soldiers and rcenaries are knives, but soldiers serve the governnt.

Maybe they encounter so fucked up politicians or commanders, maybe among them are assholes, maybe so of their actions are indeed evil, but you can’t deny they’re serving their country.

Of course, maybe it’s in service to so figure of power!

But one thing is for sure, their work isn’t just for themselves!

I also don’t like Arican soldiers, if I encounter them on the battlefield, I wouldn’t hesitate to shoot them, I did such a thing in Moscow actually.

But if you say rcenaries and soldiers are the sa, then you are definitely lying to yourself.

Just like right now you are the prisoner, and this guy also shoots people in Thailand, yet he is free.

You both do similar things, but his isn’t for himself, so the result is worlds apart!"

After hearing this, Sam despondently sat back between Pigeon and Daria, looked at Mountain Eagle, and said, "Are you mocking ?"

Mountain Eagle shook his head and said, "As a Thai Police officer, just mocking you a little is already quite polite.

You definitely know what you’re doing now..."

Sam turned back to look at the tailor, who had been beaten to bleeding from nose and mouth, he shook his head with a complex expression, then looking at Mountain Eagle, he said, "Soone notified to assist you with a hostage rescue mission, and then I need to stay by your side until a deal is completed."

Mountain Eagle reached out, took out a black notebook, flashed it, and then stuffed it into the inner pocket of his tactical vest, saying, "This is what those people want, it’s very important, it affects many people’s positions and even their lives, so I decided to take it out for a deal."

"You should thank , I helped you retrieve this..."

Sam felt incredibly furious, one seriously wounded and one slightly wounded in his own team, one lost and one seriously wounded with two slightly wounded in Team A.

They undertook imnse risk to conduct a high-quality raid, and though he repeatedly warned advisor Kate, he was treated like an outsider.

In the end, when Kate ssed things up, they, the Seals, had to carry the bla and even clean up the ss.

Sam sighed dejectedly and said, "Let’s talk about your situation. Who is the kidnapped person?

Where are they? How many people are there?"

Mountain said, shaking his head, "The kidnapped is the pregnant girlfriend of Deputy Director Tiger Paison of the Cri Investigation Bureau, and the kidnapper is Martin Li, a subordinate of a Southeast Asian underground finance magnate.

They want those docunts...

I’m not sure how many people there are; we’ll only know once we get there."

Sam quickly shifted into work mode, his brow furrowed as he said, "Is that all?"

Mountain nodded and responded, "That’s all, but it’s enough for !

If not, I trust you’ll be able to fill in the gaps!"

Sam rubbed his temples forcefully and asked, "What are the mission requirents?"

Mountain saw Butcher make a gesture and turned off the van lights before turning down a small road, then turned his head to Sam and said, "We’re almost there...

The only requirent for this mission is to safely rescue the hostage!"

Sam actually had no feelings about the mission itself, because they had experienced many similar situations...

He looked at Mountain, whose expression was turning serious, and asked in a solemn tone, "What are the rules of engagent?"

Mountain’s mouth twitched fiercely as he said, "They are essentially part of the sa group as the terrorists we’ve dealt with before, rcenaries hired by the Round Table Knight, and partners with the boss of the kidnappers we’re about to confront.

Kidnapping a pregnant woman, such people are just a waste of resources, thus, shoot on sight!"

Sam nodded with a heavy expression, saying, "I need so evidence, proof that your operation is authorized and legal..."

Mountain scoffed and said, "What the fuck, are you Boy Scouts? Proof? Should I write you a guarantee?

Did those people not tell you that before my deal with them is done, you have to listen to ?"

Sam shook his head, "They only want to help you rescue the hostage and then follow you..."

Mountain smirked maliciously, "If you don’t listen to , I won’t let you follow...

This is Thailand; I have a hundred ways to ditch you.

Buddy, don’t look so aggrieved, bring out your professionalism!

If the mission is successful, I’ll have the hostage send a thank-you letter to your family, letting your kids know you’re not a villain who randomly kills around the world, but a hero who protects the weak."

Sam truly had no way to counter Mountain; he sighed dejectedly and looked towards the right side of the road, which was emitting a foul sll, "The terrain here is complex, my n have drones, they can conduct covert reconnaissance...

If there aren’t many kidnappers, this shouldn’t be too difficult."

Mountain liked such professionals; indeed, his Crow had already located the seafood processing plant, but that didn’t stop him from hearing out the professional’s opinion since there were indeed quite a few opponents.

Several vehicles stopped on a secluded road about 500 ters away from the seafood processing plant; it was around 3 AM, completely deserted.

The so-called seafood processing plant was not a standalone entity, but connected to a large market that dealt with processing and selling seafood.

Discussing purely the terrain, it was advantageous for infiltration and rescue.

However, the downside was the number of opponents was sowhat large; if discovered early and gunfire exchanged, the risk of alley fighting in such a complex area would be very high, subsequently endangering the hostage.

Pigeon and two Seal snipers disembarked from the vehicle and imdiately infiltrated the market, seeking suitable positions.

Charlie Team’s number four, the sole African Arican, Michael, deployed a drone flying over the target area.

The seafood processing plant occupied about 2,000 square ters, including a factory with an asbestos tile roof, a warehouse, employee dormitories, and a building similar to a showroom.

Four buildings circled a very large courtyard.

Two gates at the factory, three sides fenced with 3-ter tall barbed wire.

Next to the showroom in the front, a personnel passage the only place without a fence was blocked off by 3-ter tall wrought iron fences, inside were tied two big dogs, and four people stood chatting on guard.

Behind it was a cargo entrance/exit that could accommodate trucks, with heavy iron gates that only opened inward, tightly closed, not just four people on guard inside, but also four people patrolling outside by the roadside.

In the central courtyard of the factory, eight people lay on simple loungers, using the cool night breeze to dispel the heat, with rifles placed on the ground beside them.

The drone’s infrared imaging observed that the exterior AC units of the front showroom were operational, indicating people inside.

So far, 20 people have been seen, and likely more inside the cooler showroom where the hostage is probably located.

Butcher showed great interest in the drone and stood next to African Arican Michael for a while, and after a complex expression, shook his head and said to Mountain, "Boss, these guys are probably not ordinary kidnappers, but professional rcenaries..."