Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 422 - 396: Luring the Enemy Home2

Mountain Eagle activated the CZ75 pistol with 2 kilograms of Gold, the UMP45 submachine gun with 5 kilograms of Gold, and the manufacturing program for the Benelli M2 shotgun with 3 kilograms of Gold.

Now, three types of pistols have been activated by the Sergeant System: the Ruger Silent Pistol, Glock 40, and CZ75.

With a submachine gun like the UMP, rifles like the AK-105, sniper rifles like the VSS, and those high-end tactical equipnt and individual explosives, Mountain Eagle could single-handedly support a small team’s tactical logistics.

He had spent so much money on purchasing weapons just to cover up the appearance of these weapons.

As for whether Sheriff Redick would suspect anything in the end, Mountain Eagle didn’t care at all. As long as the scene was intense enough, with the local police force and technical capabilities, there would be no way to trace it afterward.

Even if he did suspect sothing, the carrot dangling in front of Anchorage City Governnt’s mouth, worth 500,000 US Dollars, would make him drop it.

What’s really important is for Mountain Eagle to make his own people reconcile so of the inconsistencies about their boss.

For instance, although Butcher and Daria were a bit surprised that the boss managed to switch weapons from semi-automatic to automatic, with the exaggerated sales scenes from the outdoor store before, they wouldn’t suspect their boss of carrying a plug-in that needed to consu Gold.

Mountain Eagle, looking at Butcher who began to feel secure after getting his hands on the UMP45, said with a smile, "No rush, let’s take a slow detour, we still have ti..."

Butcher eased off the throttle and the steering wheel, rapidly put on the Bullet-Proof Vest and adjusted it, then stuffed magazines filled with .45 caliber hollow-point bullets into his chest pocket while asking, "Boss, what are our rules of engagent?"

Mountain Eagle put on the tactical helt and tactical glasses, and through Crow’s perspective, saw the gang vehicles on the periter getting organized...

He said with a smile, "Whoever shoots at us, we shoot at them!

If they start shooting, what follows is a matter of life and death!"

Daria put on the tactical helt, tested the radio and night vision goggles, then turned to look at her boss, asking, "Boss, I don’t quite understand. What’s the benefit of having a shootout with these gangs?"

Mountain Eagle looked back at the two old n who’d been following him closely, took out his phone and called Old Qiao, telling him to stop right there. Then, smiling at Daria, said, "I did indeed intend to start slow, to find opportunities to infiltrate slowly...

But now I’ve changed my mind!

For an outsider to find information in Alaska costs too much money. Since I’ve already spent hundreds of thousands, I don’t mind spending a bit more...

But to spend this money efficiently, I need the locals to respect , not simply see as an easy mark.

These gangs are the best subjects to establish my authority. I want that after tonight, wherever we go in Anchorage, we can get the answers we want."

Daria’s realization dawned as she said, "Like the docks..."

Mountain Eagle nodded with a smile, "Yes, and all the State Police stations around the area—they’re the real powers."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle set his UMP45 aside and while arranging the spare Benelli M2 shotgun, he said with a smile, "I’m not really trying to make things difficult for Sheriff Redick. I want to give him a big credit.

It’s not just the gangs here!

If Black Fox wants to cause trouble in Alaska, they are naturally enemies of the State Police. From the State Police’s point of view, Black Fox can also beco a ’credit’!"

Daria looked back sowhat alarmingly at her boss, who exuded the air of a major villain, and said, "So the gang is just a stepping stone. In the end, Sheriff Redick will have to thank us..."

Mountain Eagle, looking at Daria who had learned to catch on quickly, said with a smile, "I don’t necessarily need his thanks; it’s all in the service of the Alaskan people, after all..."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle viewed through Crow and noticed a group of guys with a bit of standing gathered together, seemingly negotiating.

Then together they entered a building with all its windows sealed, followed by a large number of gang gunn proceeding to enter the designated positions as directed by the trailing gang underlings on the phone.

Horned Demon Billy’s headquarters, or rather the thamphetamine lab, was actually an abandoned mineral processing factory that had been converted.

Surrounding the mineral processing factory were several abandoned buildings turned into playgrounds by the gangs, along with a large expanse of old factories and wasteland.

The air here was full of the sll of marijuana and the stench of feces and urine; even ordinary people and police in Anchorage wouldn’t co to this place!

Horned Demon Billy had thought his th factory was well-hidden here, but he was under Mountain Eagle’s surveillance ever since he appeared on the rooftop opposite the hospital.

To Mountain Eagle, he was just another gangster, hardly worth expending too much energy on...

Now that he had a license issued by Sheriff Redick, he’d certainly deal with the problem in the most straightforward and simple way!

As the vehicle was about to pass a dark, abandoned plant, Mountain Eagle suddenly tapped on Butcher’s shoulder and said, "Turn, get out..."

With Mountain Eagle’s command, Butcher suddenly turned the steering wheel, driving into the road inside the factory area, then the three n and the dog got out of the slowly moving car, gently closing the doors and allowing the borrowed car to continue forward at idle speed...

Due to the turn, the following gang gunn didn’t even notice that Mountain Eagle and his team had already gotten out.

After confirming Mountain Eagle’s route, the trailing gunn began frantically making calls for backup.

At the sa ti, the already-ambushed gang gunn had no choice but to abandon their previously chosen positions, sprinting in an attempt to cut off Mountain Eagle and the others from the other side.

Just as the tracking gang vehicles all chased after the slowly moving car, the three n erged from the shadows inside the abandoned factory, while Balang ran swiftly along the shadows of the building’s corner to the entrance they had used before...

Just as the front of the car appeared in the center of the T-junction, about to crash into the shrubbery opposite, the gang gunn on the left of the T-junction fired their guns...

As they fired the first shot, the other gang gunn who followed behind also rushed out of their cars, shooting in the direction of the vehicle.

Simultaneously, the enemies who had previously been in ambush at the estuary on the left also moved in from the side of Mountain Eagle’s location...

About a dozen gang gunn, yelling and brandishing various weapons, rushed forward to join the fray.

But at the mont they ran in, two smoke bombs suddenly popped out from the backpack of Balang, who was lurking at the entrance...

In an instant, thick smoke blocked the entrance they had co from...

Those gang gunn, acting fervently, hadn’t even reacted when deadly bullets were fired from the side of the factory.

The fray ahead was so heated that the sound of the UMP45 firing subsonic bullets was hardly noticeable...

"Da da, da da..."

"Da da da da da..."

The stopping efficacy of the hollow-point bullets was especially evident on these gunn who lacked bullet-proof vests.

The hollow-point bullets, designed to unfold naturally and form a "blossom" upon entering the body, in combination with precise marksmanship, had a lethal effect.

The dozen or so gang gunn had no chance to react to what had happened before half of them were struck down.

The remaining half, upon realizing Mountain Eagle’s position, could only see darkness when they tried to look over.

Several panicked gang gunn tumbled and crawled on the ground seeking cover, but the three figures who erged from the darkness didn’t give them much of a chance...

"Da da, da da..."

One gang gunman who wanted to charge forward while shouting suddenly swung his head as if it was struck by a hamr, then ran forward erratically for a couple of steps like a zombie before heavily crashing into a car...

At this point, a few of the trailing gunn who were relatively behind realized that sothing was amiss. As they turned around with their guns, they saw three dark figures erging on the road...

"Da da da da da..."