Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 727 - 676: Battle in the Mist

"Whiz..."

A needle-type man-portable air defense missile shot into the sky, bursting into a brilliant firework.

A 'Gray Hawk' drone with flas trailing behind, carrying three unexploded Hellfire Missiles, plunged toward the ground.

"Boom..."

A huge explosion echoed through the woods north of the factory, sending a plu of black smoke soaring into the sky.

The appearance of another air defense missile threw the command post at the rear into chaos...

Blake Bent cursed furiously into the phone at the person on the other end...

"You can tell from the launch trajectory; it's a needle-type missile, the sa model that took down the Death God drone.

It must be the Death Angel...

Not only did you fail to kill the enemy, but you hit our own people.

Why didn't you wait for the ground signal before attacking, who gave you the authority?

I'll report you to the higher-ups; you bastards get ready for the military tribunal..."

After venting his anger, Blake Bent tossed the phone aside and walked quickly to Kobe, whose expression was grim. He said in a deep voice, "The extent of casualties is unknown; we need to send people to assist them..."

Kobe nodded and said, "The special response team from the Anchorage State Police is on their way."

Kobe looked at Blake Bent, whose expression was as dark as ever, and said in a solemn voice, "I myself ca from the Marine Corps; I've never seen anything like this.

The drone firing Hellfire in the absence of a ground request, and targeting our own...

Under such visibility conditions, the drone's perspective finds it difficult to distinguish friend from foe, so soone must be guiding it for it to release an attack.

Who do you think it might be?

Have terrorists infiltrated us, or are they one of our own?"

Blake Bent looked into Kobe's eyes, shook his head after a few seconds, and said, "I don't do speculation; I just want to eliminate the enemy and bring my people back safely!"

.........

"Sam, Sam..."

Mountain Eagle leaned against a beam inside the factory, holding a gun, and loudly called through the fog made by Smoke Bombs using his communicator...

Terrorists in several factory buildings heard the commotion and cautiously groped through the smoke toward Mountain Eagle, prepared to take him by surprise.

A tall masked terrorist passed by a broken machine when suddenly a large hand covered his mouth and nose, while a hunting knife stabbed into his lower back from behind...

Sled gripped the terrorist's mouth and nose tightly with his left hand, and with his right hand the blade-out hunting knife tore outward forcefully, opening a large wound at the terrorist's waist.

Feeling the terrorist's resistance fading, Sled released his grip, pulled out the hunting knife, took a step back, and kicked him hard.

The not yet dead terrorist staggered forward a few steps and then stumbled over an old machine, letting out a painful scream...

Two terrorists trying to hunt Mountain Eagle heard the noise and quickly redirected their guns, moving toward the source of their comrade's cries...

Mountain Eagle threw two more Smoke Bombs into the factory, crouched, aid his gun at a zone.

The instant a terrorist stepped into his shooting range...

"Bang, bang"

The AK-105 bullets accurately struck the target's thigh and shoulder, crippling his ability to move and retaliate, causing him to scream in pain.

Next, Mountain Eagle seed to know beforehand, shifting his gun to the target at the 9 o'clock direction, and when a shadow appeared...

"Bang, bang, bang"

Two bullets hit the target's body, and one hit his thigh.

The bullets hitting the body were blocked by the Bullet-Proof Vest, but the bullet hitting the thigh shattered the target's thigh bone, forcing him to use both hands to apply pressure to the wound to stop himself from bleeding to death.

Having quickly succeeded, Mountain Eagle moved horizontally about ten ters amid the smoke, using a large machine for cover, and loudly called once more...

"Sam, Sam, are you okay?"

"... Mountain, it's Hellfire,... CIA personnel have issues,... be careful"

"I'm fine; Sam, how are your n?"

Sam's voice on the radio sounded solemn: "Rondo, number 2, is severely injured; numbers 3, 4, and 5 are dead. Now it's just and number 6, Depp..."

Mountain, ISA personnel have issues; soone is guiding the drone's target, definitely not us, so it must be them."

Mountain Eagle was genuinely surprised by the enemy's ruthlessness, using a United States drone to bomb their own n...

Now a Hellfire has wiped out three of Sam's six-man team and severely injured one; they've been completely crippled.

"Sam, take care of Rondo, bring him to the Post Box grenade position, I'll deal with the inside people..."

Sam was silent for a mont and said, "Mountain, if..."

Mountain Eagle sensed Golden Cicada's feedback and said in a deep voice, "I know, I can handle it!"

With that, Mountain Eagle cut the communication, half-knelt, laying low through a gap at the bottom of a machine, using thermal fusion sight to view two people's calves...

"Bang bang, bang bang, bang..."

A series of trigger pulls hit the opponent's calf, and as one of them fell to the ground, Mountain Eagle decisively shot and killed him, then stood up and quietly circled around to the front of another guy...

Seeing his plain clothes and tactical vest, Mountain Eagle frowned and shot him in the shoulder, completely crippling his ability to fight back, then walked over and squatted in front of him...

"Parker..."

Looking at the bomb-disposal expert in front of him, whose face was twisted in pain, Mountain Eagle took out his phone and opened the cara mode, saying: "Three mbers of Seal Six Team are dead and one is severely injured outside the door. Do you have anything to say?"

Parker hesitated for a mont, his mouth twitched into a bitter smile, shaking his head he said: "I have nothing to say. For the sake of having helped you dismantle a bomb before, give a quick death..."

Mountain Eagle slightly shook his head, saying: "Betrayers must pay the price. If you are unwilling to say anything, I can only find the remaining ones of your team one by one."

Parker propped himself up on the ground with his intact hand, forcefully pushing himself up to lean against the machinery beside him...

He looked at Mountain Eagle with unfocused eyes, his voice hoarse, and said: "I have nothing to say. I'm just doing my job.

Death Angel isn't here at all. He used hostages from the Marriott Hotel to threaten us to kill you, and those are big nas, we had no choice!"

Mountain Eagle understood imdiately, this guy was just a tool, he knew nothing of the real situation...

Parker looked at Mountain Eagle's regretful expression, sighed and said: "I was fooled, wasn't I?"

Saying this, he forcefully ripped off a device resembling a law enforcent recorder from his shoulder and handed it to Mountain Eagle, saying: "This is the entire process, for you..."

As Mountain Eagle reached out with his left hand to take it, Parker let go and then suddenly grabbed Mountain Eagle's wrist...

"They're here..."

In Parker's shout, two figures erged from the smoke not far away, their guns aid at Mountain Eagle...

Just as they were about to pull the trigger...

"Zzzzz, zzzzzz..."

A string of bullets hit them from the side, the intense bullets like a chainsaw shredding their bodies into minceat.

Then a tall figure, Tank, stood up from the corner of the factory, and with a reverse grip, yanked a portable rocket launcher from the trolley behind him. He opened it and fired a rocket towards the northeast corner of the factory with one hand.

"Whizz"

"Boom"

The explosion sounded instantly followed by a series of gunshots, several unlucky guys were mowed down on their escape route.

The battle began quickly and ended even faster...

As the few people collapsed, the inside of the factory quickly grew silent again.

Mountain Eagle looked at Parker's hand gripping his wrist tightly, shook his head and said: "You should feel ashad..."

Realizing he had no chances left, Parker grimaced with a bitter smile and said: "We're just paid tools, tools don't need to think."

Mountain Eagle shook his head and said: "No, you're wrong. It's fine if you don't think, but soone will help you recall how many dirty and dark deeds you've done.

Your past glories will disappear, and you'll be nailed to the pillar of sha as a warning to others."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle didn't wait for Parker to reply, he forcefully pushed his face, causing his head to slam into the machine behind him, knocking him unconscious.

Then he stood up, threw two more smoke bombs on both sides, and whispered through the radio: "Tank, eleven o'clock direction..."

As soon as Mountain Eagle finished speaking, a green fire chain whip lashed towards the direction he pointed out...

The old machinery provided the enemy with a certain degree of cover, but the imnse pressure from Gatling's dense bullet rain and the flying ricocheting bullets made the enemies behind the machinery choose to escape desperately...

Four masked terrorists rushed towards the north side gate of the factory under the cover of smoke, trying to flee this extrely terrifying place.

And at this mont, two figures appeared on Tank's flank...

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Just as they were about to shoot, the elusive Sled reappeared, and a string of bullets hit their chest and abdon, letting them slump to the ground.

Then just as they fell and tried to fight back, Mountain Eagle appeared behind them...

"Bang bang, bang bang"

The expanding bullets fired from the CZ75 hit the shoulders and knees of both n...

Mountain Eagle rushed to their side to check, confird they were also mbers of the ISA, then quickly completed the disarming and binding.

Tank stopped shooting after the enemies at eleven o'clock direction fled, and as he wanted to pursue, gunshots rang out from outside the factory...

The Butcher and Pirate, who went around to the back of the factory, knocked down the terrorists trying to escape and called out on the radio: "Boss, we've arrived..."

Mountain Eagle surveyed the surroundings, and saw ten or so people still hiding among the machinery inside the smoke-filled factory...

He signaled to Sled who walked beside him, indicating the enemy's positions, then whispered through the radio: "Butcher, Pirate, block the back door, Sled, Tank, clear the area...

I have so matters, let's stay in touch!

Rember, don't kill the few guys I left behind..."

The Butcher hesitated a mont, saying: "Boss, where are you going?"