Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 579 - 541 Rookie Backstabber

Mountain Eagle was prepared for Roland's tough deanor...

To graduate from special forces, soldiers must endure a severely brutal interrogation test; they know how to handle their current situation.

Even chopping off hands and feet could make Roland submit. Threatening his family would break him even quicker, but Mountain Eagle didn't want to do that!

Because their being alive was more beneficial for Mountain Eagle!

As Roland gritted his teeth and frothed at the mouth, Mountain Eagle pulled a chair in front of him, sat down, and looking into his eyes, said, "I can guess what you've encountered.

So big shot ca to you saying you needed to carry out a secret mission to safeguard the national security of the United States...

Then they gave you a good gun, told you they'd use a weapon testing mission as a cover, and had you secretly carry out assassination tasks.

But do you really understand your target?"

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle pointed to his nose and said, "You're supposed to kill , but do you really know ?"

Roland knew he could no longer feign ignorance; bravely staring into Mountain Eagle's eyes, he said in a heavy tone, "We don't need to know…

You can kill , but you will pay the price. No matter where you hide, my comrades will find you..."

Mountain Eagle heard him, smiled and shook his head, saying, "No, no, no, you're mistaken, I won't kill any of you...

I just need you to stay here for a few days, then you can break free from your bonds."

Roland stared into Mountain Eagle's eyes and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Mountain Eagle spread his hands and said, "I just want to ensure my own safety, especially being targeted by two snipers willing to assassinate for money within the United States. It would make anyone nervous.

So I need you to stay here for a while..."

With that, Mountain Eagle looked at Roland who seed unaffected and chuckled, "I bet, your operations in the United States are illegal!

And I'm sure, the so-called secret mission you were executing doesn't even exist.

Once it's confird you're captured, the big shot who sent you will imdiately forget about you. You'll lose your military status and then be branded as deserters.

I had a friend at the FBI look into this, which will expedite the process!"

Seeing Roland still refused to talk, Mountain Eagle took out a prepaid phone and gently placed it on the side table, smiling, "Here's a phone. After a few days when you break free, try calling that big shot for help!

But you better pray that when he receives your call, he thinks about how to save you instead of silencing you."

Having said that, Mountain Eagle stood up, took an M110A1 and handed it to Eddie, smiling, "This is a good gun, and with good guns co good ga."

Roland watched Eddie happily handling his partner's weapon. Furrowing his brow, he looked at Mountain Eagle and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Mountain Eagle glanced at the visibly disturbed Roland, picked up an AWM, skillfully removed its scope, then took out a matching breech cover and replaced the breech damaged by Chickpea... Follow current novᴇls on novel~fire~net

Mountain Eagle's movents weren't fast, but as he loaded a few bullets into the AWM magazine, Roland felt particularly alard...

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Faced with Roland's question, Mountain Eagle, holding the advanced sight, checked outside, then while installing the scope on the rifle, chuckled, "I've said it, I want to ensure my own safety.

You are rely ignorant knives and after I punish you a bit, I can let bygones be bygones.

But those who wish dead must pay a price, otherwise, I will never be secure.

I don't know exactly who ordered you, but I know he's from Titan Company; there might be so accidental injuries, but that's okay, a few more deaths, military contractors in the United States are virtually never innocent."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle put down his tools, picked up the AWM to feel it, then looking at Roland's extrely upset face, smiled and said, "Fair, right?"

Roland realized what Mountain Eagle intended to do, which contorted his expression to an extre...

If Mountain Eagle killed several Titan Group executives with his own sniper rifle, he would beco a suspect...

Roland wasn't sure if what Mountain Eagle just said was true. If it was, and he had been deceived by that big shot, their first thought after their death would be to silence him to prevent him from becoming a witness against them.

Roland's gaze shifted to the phone on the coffee table; he really wanted to call Colonel William at Special Operations Command...

His gut was sowhat inclined to believe what Mountain Eagle said because he'd felt the sniper mission was suspicious from the start...

The mission involved operations within the United States, targeting soone working with police and the FBI, which didn't seem right.

But the soldier's habit of obeying orders made him carry out the mission!

Seeing Roland's dilemma, Mountain Eagle chuckled and said, "You want to make a call, right?

I can free one of your hands to let you make a call, but in exchange, I need to know who sent you to kill ."

I know about Titan Group, and the United States Military's shooting system bidding projects. If I spend ti, I can find the target.

But I lack patience, I need to know who exactly is involved, and then convince them to give up the idea of assassinating ."

Speaking, Mountain Eagle looked at Roland who was still silent. He thought for a mont, took out a dagger, and cut off the straps on Roland's right hand, saying, "I can give you a chance. You can call soone you trust, and then ask about your situation.

But after hanging up the phone, you need to give so nas and then convince of the answers you provide.

Buddy, from the mont you took on the task of assassinating , your life was ruined...

Think about your wife and children. If they knew that the hero they admired turned into an Executioner, if they were implicated because of you...

I don't know how you would feel, but if it were , I would definitely feel terrible!"

After finishing, Mountain Eagle turned to Cal and Chickpea, tilting his head and fetched a dozen beers from the refrigerator. They headed to the large terrace together.

Chickpea, the sharpshooter, really liked Mountain Eagle. He grabbed a beer, opened it, took a sip, and said with a smile to Mountain Eagle, "If it were , I definitely wouldn't have patience with these two.

Anyone who wants dead, I only feel safe when they are buried."

Mountain Eagle touched his abdon and nodded, "When I was attacked, I felt the sa way.

We're all soldiers, only differing in that we typically get paid for jobs, while these two are broke.

It's normal to want your opponent dead without a trace on the battlefield, but keeping that mindset off the battlefield makes it hard to find peace in life."

Chickpea sighed after listening and nodded slightly, "When I was your age, I couldn't understand that principle.

Once soone crossed , I would lose my cool as if only a fight to the death could end it. I paid a high price for that..."

As he spoke, Chickpea looked towards the living room, watching Roland struggling with the decision before eventually picking up the phone. He shook his head, "We are just tools in another's hands. I left the military to live a purer life.

This guy is certainly dood, but I suggest not to push him too hard. When necessary, just give him a clean shot; it'll save a lot of trouble.

His trouble and yours too!"

Mountain Eagle looked at Chickpea as if he saw a ghost, "I thought you would advise to let him off, but instead, you're suggesting I shoot him?"

Chickpea spread his hands, "What's the problem? Keeping such people alive is just trouble, for you and his family both.

Killing one saves several—it's a worthwhile trade!"

Mountain Eagle digested Chickpea's words, then smiled and said, "Is there a possibility, like the protagonist in a Hollywood movie, to give him a chance to redeem himself and his family..."

Upon hearing this, Chickpea frowned, "Redemption? What do you an?"

Mountain Eagle pointed to Roland who had dialed the phone, smiling, "This guy was tricked, he committed cris in the United States carrying decades in prison.

He wants to prove his innocence by exposing the truth...

Taking on the dark secrets of the United States Military and contractors cos with a price, he and his family simply can't handle it."

Chickpea took a sip of his beer, shaking his head, "I didn't understand..."

Ham, the Spaniard, glanced disdainfully at Chickpea and said, "You idiot, there's a reason you can't do anything well apart from shooting...

Don't you understand yet?

If these two guys get captured after a mistake, the military leaders who commanded them would be most anxious.

Any hint of trouble makes the military leaders feel threatened, then these two would beco targets, and Titan Group will definitely be involved.

Do you know what the best way to handle this issue is?"

Chickpea nodded upon hearing this, "Killing them is the simplest way..."

Ham glanced at Mountain Eagle, then shook his head at Chickpea, "But first, you'd need to find them...

The best way to deal with them is to find so professionals to locate their families, use their families to force them to shut up, admit all charges and go to prison, which would end the investigation.

But this 'soft-hearted' guy in front of us will take away the option of them confessing and going to jail, forcing them to confront those people!"

Saying that, the Spaniard Ham raised his beer, clinked with Mountain Eagle and Chickpea, took a sip, and said, "I now understand why Blood Fox considered Mountain as a savior...

This guy's heart is dark, but you fools think he's a soft newbie, always trying to influence him with your experiences."

Mountain Eagle watched Chickpea's puzzled expression, spread his hands earnestly, "I'm a good guy, just trying to give these two a chance to save their own lives and families. What's wrong with that?

They can disagree, I don't care!

Look, they shot at , and I've forgiven them. Even if God ca down, He couldn't ask more from , right?"

Chickpea listened, frowned, and said, "I still don't understand…"