Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 1021 - 955: Fury

Mountain Eagle had Crow as his eyes, so he could clearly see his location, and with the presence of Golden Cicada, he could have complete battlefield awareness.

However, this ability wasn't very effective on static objects, like what was in front of him...

Robbin showed Mountain Eagle a scene of a drug dealer disposing of a corpse...

Four large Oil Barrels equipped with blowers lined up, next to a conspicuous 5-meter by 5-meter square pit dug out by an excavator.

Mountain Eagle didn't know how deep the pit was, but he saw it was now filled with charred bones.

Yes, bones...

Mountain Eagle had seen this place before, but he initially just swept his eyes over it, without closely observing the area without human activity. He thought it was a place in the Farm where garbage was burned or meals were cooked.

What he never expected was that this was an actual site where Los Zetas disposed of bodies.

To call it a mass grave might be an exaggeration, but the pit certainly held a substantial amount of bones.

Layers upon layers of burnt black human bones piled in the pit, stacked one over another, Mountain Eagle couldn't exactly count how many, but there were definitely three to five hundred.

And this was certainly not the only burial pit within the Farm, because Mountain Eagle noticed several areas nearby with distinct signs of being buried, where the grass grew differently than the surrounding areas, with sizes similar to the one before him.

To deal with corpses, Los Zetas drug dealers chose to incinerate them at high temperatures, then pile up the remaining bones for further disposal.

The high temperatures altered the soil composition, making it visible from the air, yet Mountain Eagle hadn't thought in this direction previously.

It's well-known that to burn a human completely into ashes requires professional equipment and extremely high temperatures, equipment that traffickers do not have, hence their bizarre methods of corpse disposal.

There were those who killed someone and then dumped them in a remote location...

Since the drug war erupted in Mexico, there have been numerous discoveries of hidden corpse disposal sites by the cartels...

Often these places were a Valley or a secret underground cave.

Yet once such places were discovered, they stirred public outrage, inviting external pressure and attacks on the cartels.

Mexico's government corruption is infamous, but their system, based on electoral politics, compels them to maintain basic decorum.

With bodies, there are criminal cases!

With hundreds or thousands of bodies, the government must give the voters an explanation!

So, unless meant for intimidating and spreading violence, drug cartels generally opt to dispose of bodies.

In the past, titans like Sinoloa would hire professionals like the 'soup maker' to handle corpses...

That meant first boiling people in large pots, then soaking them in acid to dissolve, finally crushing the remains and scattering them in the river, or simply burying them.

Though this sounds troublesome, compared to digging a deep pit for each corpse, the workload is significant but leaves no trace.

Because boiled and soaked bodies cannot undergo accurate DNA testing, thus their identities are untraceable, even with police investigations.

However, not everyone can do what the 'soup maker' does, and the corpse handling efficiency isn't high.

Thus, Mexican drug dealers brainstormed various methods to dispose of corpses...

Like digging pits for deep burial...

But deep burial by manual labor is exhausting, requiring mechanical assistance.

And transporting large machinery like excavators to remote areas is itself challenging, hence troublesome and costly.

In inhabited areas, it might be more practical to toss the bodies into a cave.

Some bribe crematoriums for help...

But crematorium efficiency is also limited; they can't continually work overtime day after day.

Some might open breeding farms...

Yet efficiency remains low this way!

Finally, someone came up with the compromise visible to Mountain Eagle...

Transform Oil Barrels into furnaces, buy coal, and with blowers, you had a simple corpse incinerator.

When needed, throw the corpse into the furnace, pile coal underneath, ignite it for a day and night, simple and swift...

Though such furnaces aren't hot enough, they suffice to handle most of the corpse, with remaining parts simpler to discard or bury.

Take for instance the pit before him, it could hold at least 500 burnt bones, and just covering it deeply with dirt, letting vegetation grow on top, without deliberate searching, no one would discover it.

Mountain Eagle had previously ignored this place, but guided by Robbin, he noticed many shoes were discarded in the grass behind the four barrels, including men's, women's, even children's...

Looking at Robbin's perpetually expressionless face, Mountain Eagle asked gravely, "Why bring me to see this?"

Robbin picked up a pair of sparkling shoes from the ground, saying despondently, "I thought I was immune to these things, but this tells me such matters are impossible for someone like me to get used to..."

Saying this, Robbin looked straight at Mountain Eagle, seriously saying, "Sir, killing everyone in the Farm isn't enough...

Those damn bastards need to pay for their actions!

If Arctic Fox Foundation needs enemies, they should be targets..."

Mountain Eagle looked at Robbin's eyes seemingly blazing with fire, he nodded, saying, "You're right!

So I planted a stake in Sinaloa State!

Originally, my target was Helix New Generation, because their territory borders Sinaloa State.

But I later changed my mind..."

Staring straight into Mountain Eagle's eyes, Robbin, with unprecedented solemnity, said, "If Arctic Fox Foundation needs people, count me in!

Until Los Zetas is destroyed, I'll stay here!"

Mountain Eagle paused, then nodded slightly, saying, "Your choice is yours, you've met Blood Fox and others, I believe you can convince them to trust you.

But before that, we must first rescue those still alive..."

Robbin heard, nodded firmly, raised his M27 rifle, saying, "200 meters ahead is a patrol unit, once the battle begins, I'll deal with them and try luring the enemies' attention from the front; you round them from the flank.

Sir, the kidnapped have been through enough, if sparing them more suffering means taking some risk, then it's worth it for me."

Mountain Eagle looked surprised at the suddenly 'compassionate' Robbin. He hesitated a little, nodded and said, "I don't know why you've suddenly changed like this, but you've shown me what a real soldier should be...

Let's do it, I guarantee you won't regret tonight's decision!"

Robbin nodded with a slightly somber expression, glanced up at the northern sky, made a quick gesture, and bent down, crossing the open ground ahead, into the grass...

Mountain Eagle glanced at the suddenly lit phone, answered it, somberly saying, "Kobe, initiate the attack as soon as you arrive...

You're responsible for the people in the Farm's northwest corner, the enemies by the barn are mine!

Deploy the border patrol, I want to cross with a group..."

Kobe decisively said over the phone, "Mountain Eagle, you don't have enough hands, how do you plan to fight?"

Mountain Eagle grinned as he moved toward another direction, grimly smiling, saying, "Killing is the simplest matter...

Once they're all dead, we win!"

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