Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 1035 - 969: One Wave Unsettled

The car, which was said to be bulletproof, could generally only defend against pistol bullets and was virtually defenseless against 7.62mm armor-piercing rounds...

With one small hole after another appearing, blood splattered across the front and side windows of the A8.

After the Golden Cicada confirmed the situation inside the car, Mountain Eagle swapped in a new magazine for his AK-103, then took a step forward, pressed against the car window with his side, and thrust his left hand, fist enclosed, sharply into it. His right elbow crashed into the window riddled with holes...

With a dull "bang," the multi-layered bulletproof glass, nearly 5 centimeters thick, shattered with a hole, and screams and gunfire erupted from within the car...

"Bang bang bang bang..."

A string of bullets hit the driver's back and the front deflector...

Mountain Eagle, seeing the two women in the backseat, decisively pulled the trigger on a blond woman with thick lips holding a pistol.

"Bang bang bang"

Three bullets pierced Claudia's chest, causing the woman, who stood out even among Los Zetas, to collapse weakly into her seat.

After the successful hit, Mountain Eagle reached inside, skillfully unlocked the car, then pulled open the rear car door...

The 'human-shaped ledger' shuddered, curled up and knelt between the seats, hands clutching a cross, muttering prayers of repentance...

Mountain Eagle couldn't understand why she was repenting, but after confirming she posed no threat, he took a step forward, grasped her belt, and dragged her out of the car.

As the 'human-shaped ledger' screamed and struggled, Mountain Eagle reluctantly gripped her neck, making her pass out, then quickly pulled her to the side of the overturned A4, first securing her in the front passenger seat and fastening her four-point harness...

After sorting it out, Mountain Eagle turned and dashed to the other side of the overturned A4, kicked through the car's panoramic sunroof, and fired a few rounds with the AK-103 toward the back seat and the driver's seat.

At this point, the A4 driver, heavily impacted, was barely alive, and the two bodyguards in the back, not wearing seat belts, were bloodied and wedged into their seats, utterly powerless to resist Mountain Eagle's assault.

After securing the hit, Mountain Eagle noticed the silver-haired 'Arthur' slumped as if unconscious on the side. He bent over, cut her safety belt, then forcibly dragged her out by her clothing.

Just as Mountain Eagle was about to lift her into the car, the faint 'Arthur' suddenly opened her eyes, and with her right hand, a small claw-like knife sliced along the bottom edge of Mountain Eagle's bullet-proof vest.

With a 'zila' sound, the inner T-shirt of Mountain Eagle was cut open, revealing the soft, form-fitting black flexible armor beneath.

Thinking she had succeeded, 'Arthur' violently twisted free of Mountain Eagle's hold, and as she landed, her legs bent quickly, storing energy. Her waist sprang like a coiled spring, her right arm flinging forward to slash at Mountain Eagle's throat.

Midway through her move, however, she found her right wrist grabbed, stopping her attack mid-air...

'Arthur' could hardly believe that her desperate combo attack failed to reach its final step...

She felt her hand gripped like in an iron vise, pain flooded her like a tide rolling in.

With the scars of countless battles, 'Arthur' grimaced through the pain in her wrist, punching awkwardly with her left fist toward Mountain Eagle's groin...

Seeing 'Arthur's' continued resistance, Mountain Eagle lifted his right knee to block the malicious punch, then twisted hard, breaking 'Arthur's' right wrist, pressing her arm, pinning her to the ground, and forcefully lifting...

"Crack"

'Arthur's' right arm emitted a crisp sound and dislocated...

Yet an extraordinary tenacity endured in this old woman; with just a muffled groan, she ignored her shoulder's pain, rolled and kicked fiercely at Mountain Eagle's shin.

Such a futile struggle posed no threat to Mountain Eagle. He slightly raised his left foot, letting 'Arthur's' right foot kick his ankle, then stomped down hard, breaking 'Arthur's' knee.

"Crunch"

The twisted knee and accompanying agony swept through 'Arthur's' nerves. This resilient old woman could no longer suppress a heart-wrenching scream, curling up on the ground...

Mountain Eagle had neither the time nor the willingness to show mercy. He grabbed 'Arthur' by the neck, lifting her, and when she reached for his eyes with her unhurt left hand, he twisted and pressed down her intact arm...

"Crunch"

Arms and a leg entirely paralyzed, 'Arthur's' eyes poured with blood from pain. She screeched, staring bloodshot at Mountain Eagle...

"Who are you?"

Mountain Eagle pulled down the scarf from his face, looked at the unfamiliar old woman, and said in a deep voice, "I am Mountain Eagle! Galahad sends his regards to you..."

At the mention of Galahad's name, 'Arthur's' body deflated like a pricked balloon, anger and reluctance replaced by dejection...

"Galahad, so it's Galahad...such an end isn't too bad either..."

Mountain Eagle saw a sudden loss of survival will in 'Arthur,' shook his head slightly, lifted her, walked to the terrain vehicle's back seat, opened the door, and secured her with the seatbelt.

After finishing everything, Mountain Eagle climbed into the driver's seat and started the vehicle, reversing and turning around...

Just as he was about to press the accelerator to leave, 'Arthur' on the back seat, noticing the people appearing at the department store window, suddenly called out: "You won't get away..."

Jose Guzman arranged a lot of people..."

At this time, Mountain Eagle already noticed that in the few minutes he attacked the convoy, a convoy composed of more than a dozen armed pickups had already approached here...

Glancing back at the complex expression of 'Arthur,' Mountain Eagle sneered and shook his head, pressing a button on the steering wheel...

With a mechanical sound, an automatic grenade launcher rose from the closed rear compartment of the all-terrain vehicle.

Simultaneously, a heads-up display in front showed an electronic map marking enemy positions and planned the fastest retreat route for Mountain Eagle.

After confirming that the automatic grenade launcher was operational, Mountain Eagle used the tactical glasses to frame and mark the enemies from an aerial view, then forcefully stepped on the accelerator...

The seemingly small all-terrain vehicle instantly burst with powerful traction, accelerating in a short time.

As it passed the first intersection, the all-terrain vehicle brushed past a convoy, its speed almost causing a pickup to crash into the roadside wall, with the people in the convoy not realizing what had happened.

Soon, however, they got a phone tip, the wheels of those armed pickups screeching as they turned sharply to pursue Mountain Eagle's departing direction.

Meanwhile, at an intersection several hundred meters away, another armed convoy entered this street, just in time to face Mountain Eagle head-on.

According to the smart tactical system's prompt, Mountain Eagle should turn at the next intersection into an alley to avoid the oncoming convoy.

But this time, Mountain Eagle chose not to evade, forcefully braking while ordering loudly...

"Spearhead trajectory, 12 rounds, fire..."

Twelve mini-missiles, 8 cm in diameter and 30 cm long, ejected from the moving all-terrain vehicle's rear compartment.

The missiles ignited in the air, quickly climbed, adjusted their positions, then overtook the all-terrain vehicle that had launched them and plunged into the convoy...

None of the 12 pickups was missed; those highly intelligent missiles seemed to think for themselves, each assigning a target, and then smashed onto the pickup roofs like a descending blow.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom..."

After a series of explosions, the speeding convoy twisted in the flames like an out-of-control train, overturning or crashing into walls on either side...

The trailing convoy, facing such a situation, instinctively chose to brake...

Just as the machine gunners standing in the bed tied to safety ropes had no time to react, the automatic grenade launcher on the all-terrain vehicle's rear opened fire on them...

"Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump..."

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

The high-explosive grenades fired by the high-rate automatic grenade launcher instantly ignited the convoy's front vehicles, with fierce explosions and thick smoke quickly enveloping the entire street.

Limited by distance and angle, the automatic grenade launcher couldn't cover the whole convoy, but the Spring Knife 600 descending from the sky assisted in delivering the final blow...

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The drug cartel was wealthy, but they had never experienced this?

The elusive and utterly unreasonable bombing had exceeded their understanding of combat...

The usually arrogant gang gunmen were blown to pieces in the fire with no resistance, and a few lucky ones could only stagger a few bewildered steps in the toxic smoke before collapsing to the ground dejectedly.

After the successful attack, Mountain Eagle glanced back at the shocked expression of 'Arthur' and then forcefully stepped on the accelerator, zigzagging through the blown-apart convoy ahead, quickly leaving these murderous pursuers behind.

And just a few kilometers after Mountain Eagle left, several Spring Knife 600 slammed onto the roof of a department store...

With a few blasts, the roof was blown open with a big hole, and the rest of the shuttles carrying explosive white phosphorus smoke bombs dove in, exploding...

A series of muffled sounds echoed inside the department store, with the closed environment having nowhere to release the excess energy, a final streak of scorching hot and pungent white mist shot up ten meters high from the roof hole.

The Los Zetas bosses who hid inside to escape the backyard's acrid smell were experiencing real hell at that moment...

The released white phosphorus generated extremely high temperatures, and those gang leaders were like frogs thrown into boiling water, frantically struggling in the white smoke for a few seconds, their skin burning and peeling off from the heat, then inhaled toxic smoke leading to severe respiratory burns and suffocation...

Jose Guzman, attempting to seize power, with his face full of blisters, crashed into the store's glass window, desperately pounding it, but the inability to breathe, alongside the agony akin to being soaked in lava, soon broke his nerves.

Jose, watching Mountain Eagle's departing direction, weakly pounded the glass a few times, suddenly let out an unwilling roar, spat out a large amount of blood-tinged smoke and despairingly slumped against the glass.

Who could have imagined that the infamous Los Zetas would lose over half of their top brass in this event...

As Mountain Eagle drove out of the city center and onto the highway heading northwest, the battle in New Laredo South Suburb suddenly ceased...

The gang members besieging the special forces seemed to know something had happened, panicked briefly, then quickly regrouped, with one group continuing to siege the special forces and another turning back into the city...

While Mountain Eagle regrouped with Galahad and Ryan, gathered his team, and headed towards the border, a 20-man team crossed over from the United States side...

They, seemingly with the Heavenly Eye, moved laterally about a kilometer, using a slope to block Mountain Eagle and the others' path, waiting patiently like a hunter for their prey to arrive.