Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 408 - 387: Inhumane Monster

Gray Wolf’s so-called "wait a mont" didn’t take too long...

By the ti the others had searched most of the buildings in the airport area and rescued all the survivors, the rcenary of Jungle Ant began to emit painful howls.

This ti, it was indeed because of pain!

Rib fractures, shoulder dislocation, shattered wrists, one ear torn off, one eye gouged out.

This guy only cried out twice, didn’t faint directly, which already made him much tougher than ordinary soldiers.

Mountain Eagle checked all the survivors, lent them his satellite phone to call for help, and then asked the middle-aged airport manager to help refuel Kirilenko’s plane.

While waiting, Mountain Eagle squatted in front of the Jungle Ant rcenary...

Seeing this guy with obvious Latino features wearing a cross around his neck, Mountain Eagle spoke a few words in English, then suddenly switched to Spanish...

"Do you believe in God?"

Even when in extre pain, the venom in the Jungle Ant rcenary’s eyes never faded, but when he heard the word ’God’, his gaze instantly froze.

Seeing so effect, Mountain Eagle continued, "If God exists, then Hell exists.

You are going to Hell!"

Mountain Eagle’s tone wasn’t fierce at all, but fear appeared in the eyes of this obviously fearless rcenary.

"How many of you are there? Where are the rest?

What are your next steps, what mission will you carry out?"

Mountain Eagle looked at the rcenary who kept silent, shook his head regretfully, and said, "You’re done for, but you have a chance to repent before you die...

Repent your sins to God and pray for His forgiveness.

There’s a priest in the airport. Answer my questions honestly, and I will let him co in for your last rites."

Atheists sotis struggle to understand these believers’ logic...

This Jungle Ant clearly wasn’t afraid of dying, but he showed great fear upon hearing ’going to Hell’!

Perhaps in his heart, the pain and cruelty of this world would end on the day his life ended; he wasn’t afraid of dying, but he was afraid of the endless suffering in Hell.

Seeing the Jungle Ant beginning to waver, Mountain Eagle asked again: "How many of you are there?"

The rcenary, lying on the ground, sowhat dazed, subconsciously said, "200 people..."

This number surprised Mountain Eagle, he hastily asked, "Where are the rest?"

"On a ship..."

Mountain Eagle frowned and asked, "Where are they going?"

"Alaska..."

Mountain Eagle pressed on, "What is their mission?"

The rcenary paused for a mont at Mountain Eagle’s question, then as if triggered by so bodily chanism, he suddenly snapped back to alertness, his imnse pain sweeping over his nerves once again...

However, this ti the rcenary didn’t scream in agony, but instead, with a venomous gaze, he spat out a stream of curses in Spanish heavy with accent...

There was no way to question anymore...

Given the extent of his injuries, inflicting pain was pointless, even akin to aiding his release.

Mountain Eagle stood up, shook his head, and strode out of the room, leaving the space to its owner, the man battered and bruised.

The mont Mountain Eagle stepped out, he heard a mad scream...

Without turning back, he knew what was happening, contemplating the senseless hate and slaughter caused by that Jungle Ant rcenary. Curiously, he looked at Gray Wolf beside him and asked, "What’s the deal with Jungle Ant?

Why do I feel like that guy is mad, and he wants to drag everyone down into madness with him?"

Gray Wolf’s gaze shifted away from the room, and as he walked, he said, "Jungle Ant’s workers are all madn!"

Hearing this, Gray Wolf looked at the sowhat curious Mountain Eagle, organized his words, and said, "There are many types of rcenaries, and Jungle Ant is among the most brutal...

Ordinary rcenaries are just groups of people with guns who co together to take up jobs.

Or you take a gun and find a middleman, then you can go to a country to participate in a war.

These kinds of rcenaries mostly have a military background; most are in it for the money, a few because the battlefield – a land of lawlessness – allows them to vent their brutality without restraint.

Jungle Ant has sothing in common with those larger rcenary groups; except that those formal companies recruit suitable individuals from society, while Jungle Ant cultivates its own soldiers.

More than a decade ago a band of Venezuelan special forces left the army and entered the jungle; they gathered desperados, orphans across South Arica, then trained them together..."

Mountain Eagle frowned and asked, "Is there also human experintation added to their training?"

Gray Wolf nodded and said, "Organizations like Jungle Ant are the best partners for pharmaceutical companies.

The pharmaceutical companies give them so sponsorship, then they can cooperate in conducting human experints."

This situation is quite common in all war-torn regions, and currently, Ukraine is hosting a large number of dical virus laboratories because it is not only chaotic but also has ample experintal subjects that won’t cause legal issues for them.

However, Jungle Ant is the most radical group among them!

Upon hearing this, Mountain Eagle realized sothing and curiously asked, "What is Jungle Ant’s business model?

Such a rcenary organization supported from outside, in a place like Venezuela, would surely beco warlords; do they really need to go out on missions?"

Gray Wolf shook his head and said, "Jungle Ant is not a warlord; their main business is not taking on missions, but rather selling manufactured rcenaries.

Guys like the one just now, they would probably quote between 5000 and 8000 US Dollars.

These people are long controlled by drugs and ntally brainwashed while also undergoing intensive military training, so their lifespan is very short.

Moreover, because they are violently behaved and act insane, they can’t enter normal society, which limits their usage.

But drug lords in South Arica like using such people. When I was fighting a drug lord in Peru, I encountered Jungle Ants.

It seed like they only needed stimulation, killing, as if they were a bunch of mad dogs, and only high-purity drugs could calm them down."

Mountain Eagle imdiately understood...

"Cannon fodder!"

After these test subjects are used to a certain extent, they are sold off as cannon fodder!

These cannon fodders probably understand deep down that they have no future, so they act very crazily.

Creating suffering makes them feel a bit more balanced, just like those bastards who commit atrocities at kindergartens or school gates, both pitiful and hateful.

Gray Wolf glanced at Mountain Eagle lost in thought and said in a deep voice, "Jungle Ant can be troubleso because they are not afraid of death...

Their lack of value is because they are not fully controllable, and once they see blood, it will make the situation uncontrollable.

Black Fox employs them, certainly for so special purpose."

As he spoke, Gray Wolf rubbed his hands together and said, "That guy just now said there are 200 Jungle Ants, but I think there shouldn’t be so many...

Indeed, Jungle Ants are not valuable, but over 200 would already be the total output of two years for them.

These ’worker ants’ are just mad dogs with general military training. Any regular police force or military organization could annihilate them if they are well-equipped.

Having too many such cannon fodders doesn’t really an much.

We killed several dozen on Libe Island, and here died about a dozen, so if Black Fox really bought 200 Jungle Ants, the rest might be just over a hundred."

Mountain Eagle, frowning, said, "What does he need these hundred-plus cannon fodders for?

Soone like Black Fox can’t really expect these crazies to help him accomplish anything significant.

The only use for these people in most countries is to create chaos and not much gain...

The only place where their role could be fully utilized must be away from law and civilization."

As he said this, Mountain Eagle and Gray Wolf looked at each other, almost saying in unison, "Alaska..."

The only place Mountain Eagle could think of that was related to Arctic Fox and where cannon fodders might be effective was Alaska.

Besides a few larger towns there, most areas don’t even have basic road access, mostly relying on boats and small planes for transport.

No police, no military!

Besides the larger towns, other inhabited areas are mostly private regions where it’s quite common for one family to be the only settlers within dozens of kiloters.

From June to November each year is the tourist peak season in Alaska, when most of the local security forces are concentrated along certain routes, and other places are virtually undefended.

Sending over a hundred Jungle Ants during this period would definitely result in many bloodbaths...

Mountain Eagle couldn’t speculate specifically how Black Fox intended to target Arctic Fox, but by defining these Jungle Ants as cannon fodder, it could simply be to attract Arctic Fox to annihilate them, then launch a surprise attack from the flank.

The outco of this affair was easy to predict, but how it would be executed, or if there were others involved, Mountain Eagle did not know.

In any case, Mountain Eagle felt there was more to the story, as Black Fox’s arrangent was clearly not just about dealing with Snowden’s issue, targeting Arctic Fox was like overdoing it...

Going such a great length, the cost involved was terrifying, so there must be so unfathomable benefits involved.

Compared to others, Mountain Eagle’s objectives were much simpler, hence he had a more objective assessnt of Black Fox and could make more objective judgnts.

Leaving the aftermath to the saddened locals, Mountain Eagle took another flight with Kirilenko.

Seeing the annoyed expression on the chubby Kirilenko, Mountain Eagle pulled out a stack of US Dollars from his bag, tossed it to him, and said with a smile, "Take us near Kuala Lumpur..."

Kirilenko, sniffing the US Dollars near his nose, let out a comfortable sigh and asked, "What are you doing there?"

Mountain Eagle glanced at Gray Wolf and others gradually boarding, and said with a smile, "Of course, going to the airport in Kuala Lumpur..."

Upon hearing this, Kirilenko curiously said, "If you are planning a long-haul flight, why not consider our M·A...

Wherever you need to go, as long as you pay enough, we can get you there."

Mountain Eagle, looking at Kirilenko’s greedy face, smiled and said, "I haven’t decided yet, so I want to go to Kuala Lumpur’s airport to look for so inspiration..."