Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 993 - 927: A Mad World

The last room raid went smoother than Mountain Eagle imagined...

Originally, he planned to take care of the hostages inside, aiming to disrupt the enemy's mind with shouted commands before solving the problem with accurate shooting.

But who would have thought that the mont he leaned against the door and kicked it open with his left foot, intending to shout, the people inside had already surrendered...

"Don't shoot, we surrender, don't shoot..."

Eddie was the first to rush into the room upon hearing the shout, skillfully rolling sideways on the ground to clear the line of fire for those following...

However, Eddie's maneuver proved unnecessary as the enemies truly surrendered...

This room was actually a large ward with twenty hospital beds, where over a dozen won with their faces and bodies wrapped in bandages lay.

As Mountain Eagle and his team entered, the won excitedly moved their bandaged limbs, making the beds creak loudly...

If it weren't for having a ntal preparation, rely the sight of these won resembling resurrected mummies would terrify anyone.

Six flamboyant-looking middle-aged won, unable to hide their sluttish aura even in military uniforms, knelt down with raised hands, crying loudly for rcy.

Mountain Eagle didn't have ti to waste words with them, instructing Eddie to quickly restrain them with binding tape. After securing them tightly, he placed a small headlamp on the table to provide basic lighting for the room, then gestured for the people on the beds not to get agitated...

"You've been saved, but it's not safe outside right now. I need you to stay here a while longer until everything is over, then soone will co to help you..."

Mountain Eagle's words quieted the won in the ward for a few seconds, before subdued crying filled the room.

A woman with a thick bandage over her nose, her philtrum continuously seeping blood, strained to look toward Mountain Eagle's direction, calling out: "Let die, please let die, I'm in too much pain..."

As she spoke, she struggled with her limbs, but even though she contorted them to a terrifying shape, she still couldn't escape the bindings on her limbs.

This situation drove her further into despair, prompting her to start begging...

"I beg you, I don't need to be rescued, let die, I can't endure the pain any longer..."

"What do you an?"

Mountain Eagle walked to the woman's bedside, uncovering her reverse-worn hospital gown and took a look...

This woman also had a breast augntation, thigh liposuction, facial bone shaving, and rhinoplasty...

Any of these surgeries alone wouldn't be so bad, but having them all at once, without enough dication, would certainly be painful.

After all, plastic surgery is different from regular operations, it's going against nature, causing reactions and inflammations that can be extrely painful.

The woman showed no sha as Mountain Eagle examined her body, instead she twisted uncontrollably, using a voice filled with extre pain to plead for death.

Seeing the twisted expression on her face, Mountain Eagle frowned, grabbed the hair of a bound military-clad woman, dragged her to the bedside, and asked in a stern voice: "What's wrong with her?"

The military-clad woman pointed to a pain pump on the bedside cabinet, her voice trembling as she said: "Her ti is up, just activate the pain pump and she can fall asleep."

Upon hearing this, Mountain Eagle pulled the military-clad woman's hair upward and said sternly: "What ti is up?"

The military-clad woman dared not et Mountain Eagle's fiery gaze, moaning painfully, she said: "It's training, her training ti is up...

Pain can deepen her mory of training. Conducting training every 8 hours can quickly get them into state."

Mountain Eagle released his grip, letting the military-clad woman sit on the ground. He activated the pain pump, watching the dication being propelled under chanical force, then the woman let out a long groan of despair, trying to resist the pleasurable feeling in her body, saying in a trembled voice: "I can't bear it, please let die..."

Seeing the woman's eyes filled with despair, Mountain Eagle suddenly realized sothing, grabbing the military-clad woman's head, violently smashing her jaw on the bedside cabinet, then pointed at the pain pump and asked: "What's in here?"

Mountain Eagle's rough action caused the military-clad woman to spit out a small piece of her tongue, blood filling her mouth...

Facing Mountain Eagle's question, already wetting her pants, the military-clad woman said in a shaking voice: "It's, it's Heroin..."

"Shit..."

As an Easterner, Mountain Eagle despised drugs to the core, but he never imagined he would personally inject drugs into another's body one day.

Thinking of those lifeless 'sex toys' he killed outside, and looking at the ward here, Mountain Eagle had a rough idea of how those 'toys' were created.

"Who is your boss?"

Enraged beyond limit, Mountain Eagle dragged the military-clad woman back to her group, pinned her to the ground with a knee against her spine, holding her hair with his left hand and slicing open her throat with a knife in his right hand.

As her trachea and blood vessels were severed, blood splattered on the faces and bodies of the remaining military-clad won.

Mountain Eagle acted as if he had done sothing trivial, releasing the woman in his hand, then went to the next military-clad woman, grabbing her hair...

"Who's in charge here, who's your boss?"

The captured woman in military uniform scread in fear, "Asani, it's Asani, he's our boss, and he made us train these won this way. He said they can sell at a good price like this..."

Mountain Eagle pressed the knife to the military woman's neck and said in a deep voice, "Who is Asani?"

The military woman felt the pain of the blade piercing her skin and scread in terror, "Asani is the number two figure in the Kosovo Liberation Organization, and he's our boss.

He's specifically responsible for raising funds for the Kosovo Liberation Organization. This is his business...

Please, please, don't kill , I'm just a worker, I had no choice, if I don't do this, Asani will kill ..."

Just as Mountain Eagle was about to continue questioning, Razer's voice suddenly ca through the radio...

"Mountain Eagle, are you done yet? Reinforcents from the Kosovo Liberation Organization are about to arrive.

We're clearing out the remaining personnel in the 'Farm'. We might not be able to organize an effective defense, you have to decide...

Do we stay, or evacuate imdiately?"

Upon hearing this, Mountain Eagle stood up decisively, drew his gun, and shot each military woman in the head before rushing to the hospital bed and sighing as he activated the pain pump for the remaining won...

His original plan was to leave so of them alive to deal with subsequent public opinion issues, but now he's changed his mind.

He didn't know when he would be able to resolve the issue, letting these people live another day would be disrespecting his emotions.

Cal, as soone with a daughter, could obviously understand the anger erupting from Mountain Eagle...

"I was skeptical about the work you prepared for 'Arctic Fox' before, but now I've changed my mind...

If Arctic Fox has to face combat, these people are the best targets!

With every death of such people, the world becos a better place..."

Mountain Eagle, who had already reached the door, paused his steps, nodded expressionlessly, and said, "There are always people who don't deserve to live, and the future purpose of Arctic Fox is to send such people to Hell!

We might face a lot of controversy, but you guys don't mind, right?"

Eddie nudged a military woman's body with his foot to make her lie face up on the ground...

Looking at the techno-savvy and vicious face of the military woman, contorted in death, Eddie spat contemptuously and shook his head, saying, "The ones who pay should be taught a lesson too...

No deal, no harm!

Those filthy rich perverts should bear so of the responsibility too!"

Mountain Eagle had no ti to ponder these matters, as he hurried to the first floor, saying, "Razer is doing the final clearing, but reinforcents from the Kosovo Liberation Organization are arriving.

We have to block here and engage in a tough fight with them; there's equipnt downstairs we need.

I now have an additional target: I need to find that guy nad Asani...

I want to pull out his heart and see what color it is myself!"

Cal followed Mountain Eagle downstairs, watching Mountain Eagle circle around an 'Shileka River', an early Soviet-made ZSU-23-4 self-propelled anti-aircraft gun, twice before jumping on and opening the top cover...

'Shileka River' is a tracked armored self-propelled anti-aircraft gun equipped with four 23mm cannons and 2000 rounds of ammunition. It can be controlled by anti-aircraft radar or manually aid by gunners using optical sights.

Cal watched as Mountain Eagle climbed inside the 'Shi Kaler River', and within minutes, the frightening machine, seemingly well-maintained, started up. He rushed up excitedly, seeing Mountain Eagle taking the initiative to sit in the driver's seat and shouted, "Are you sure you know how to drive it..."

Mountain Eagle pushed open the observation window above, leaned out, and shouted, "Get on, get on, let's go greet those outside..."

......

Razer, while sprinting, suddenly lunged to the side to avoid the hand grenade hurled by the enemy, and at that mont, his rifle rang out...

In the instant he suppressed the hand-grenade-throwing enemy, Razer, with his belly to the ground, surged forward like a leopard for about ten ters, bending over with a lowered shoulder, and slamd his shoulder into the low wall made of gray bricks as he neared where the enemy was hiding...

"Boom..."

The not-so-thick wall crumbled over half, as if struck by a battering ram, revealing the two gunn hiding behind it.

With dust on his head, Razer shot twice at a gunman who gaped in shock, then stood up and smiled at another gunman whose torso was pinned under rubble, before stomping and snapping the man's neck...

Upon hearing Mountain Eagle's call, Razer licked his dry lips and observed the enemy forced back into the main building of the 'Farm', pressing the communicator and saying, "Let's do as you said, let's toy with them!"