Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 1045 - 979: Reactions from All Sides

Three hours later, ten young State Police officers wearing special bomb vests appeared on the rooftop of the building...

At the same time, the external maintenance elevator on the rooftop was activated, and with the ear-piercing noise of the engine, the crude external elevator descended along the facade of the building to the ground.

Inside the elevator was a brown-haired woman with her neck twisted but still breathing. A list of densely written demands was attached to her body.

A few SWAT officers, filled with confusion, rushed over to move the brown-haired woman to the safety zone, while the lengthy list of demands was handed over to Major John, the area commander...

Major John sat in a command vehicle, looking at the list handed to him by his subordinates. He frowned and cursed, "Is that guy a madman?

What does he want? Organize a BBQ in the State Police office building?"

The SWAT commander, faced with his superior's questions, shook his head slightly and said, "Sir, it's clear that what that guy wants goes beyond this.

I found all the officers who managed to escape; they don't even know who that madman is.

All they know is that the madman broke out from the building, took some people away, and then went back in.

Our technical experts have already accessed the office building's computer system, and there's no record of that guy in it."

The SWAT commander looked at Major John with a strange expression and said in a deep voice, "Sir, we all want to solve the problem, but first we need to know who we're dealing with.

Why did he appear inside the State Police building?

The woman just brought down had a National Intelligence Bureau ID, but when I called to verify, they didn't acknowledge her existence.

Sir, something's not right, but I don't know where the problem lies!

We need to talk to that guy...

Only by meeting his demands can we find out what really happened in the simplest way.

He's not a terrorist; based on the description from the escaped officers, he uses tranquilizer darts, and some special bullets that cause excruciating pain...

He doesn't intend to kill anyone; the severe injuries of that brown-haired woman mean she is different from the others."

Major John listened and, after pondering for a moment, said, "Since two days ago, I've been working at the border, assisting the Border Patrol and the Immigration Bureau with their case...

I was supposed to return here this morning, but Major Hammel had me stay at the Immigration Bureau's site, and then this incident happened here.

Do you think there's anything special about all this?"

SWAT Captain was surprised that Major John was trying to distance himself from the situation right away. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded and said, "I also find it a bit strange...

The Refugee Group of the Department of Homeland Security theoretically should be in charge, but a National Intelligence Bureau woman has appeared here, which clearly indicates they're conducting a secret operation.

Nothing here makes sense; we need an answer, or we won't be able to handle the problem at all."

The SWAT captain thought for a moment and then said, "Sir, do you think this matter might be related to the operation two days ago?

With what's happened, we should notify the Refugee Group or the Immigration Bureau's FBI Bangkok Group over there.

We need to consolidate all the information and intelligence, so we can make the right judgment..."

Major John saw that the SWAT captain instantly grasped his intent and provided a suitable suggestion. He smiled slightly, shook the list in his hand, and said, "Then let's first deliver what this guy wants according to his demands. Once we stabilize him, we'll have enough time."

The SWAT captain listened and, looking at the media reporters outside the command vehicle, hesitated and said, "What about those media reporters?

I assume the Governor will soon call."

Major John rubbed his cheeks in frustration and said, "Forget about the Governor; right now, I really hope a few guys in black suits will walk up to me and tell me they'll take over this mess...

But I reckon no one will plunge into these muddy waters until the situation becomes clear!

FUCK, how did that guy manage to do this..."

......

"It's simple; all you have to do is not pursue perfection, and then drive everyone to the rooftop as if you're herding sheep.

I don't want to kill anyone, and I act with a humanitarian spirit, so there's no point for the State Police to fight me to the death, don't you think?"

Mountain Eagle was sitting in the office of the State Police chief, wearing a gas mask and holding a phone that he had taken from a State Police officer, talking to Kobe...

Hearing Kobe's complaints on the phone, Mountain Eagle smiled and said, "Did you think I enjoy this?

That woman shot at my leg for the intelligence she wanted...

Of course, it wasn't a real bullet; otherwise, she would already be dead, but it proves those people are starting to act recklessly.

They realize the problem is caused by Death Angel, so they want to find and kill him at all costs.

Kobe, you must hold pressure, and definitely don't contact Daria and the others..."

Kobe said helplessly on the other end of the phone, "Mountain Eagle, you're an advisor to the Refugee Group. How do you expect me to withstand this?

Just now, the head of the Department of Homeland Security called my cell. Do you know what he told me?

He said if I don't handle the Death Angel issue properly, I'll spend the rest of my life in an Arizona prison."

Mountain Eagle listened, laughed and said, "That's good news, meaning your superiors also realize the problem, so they say 'handle the Death Angel issue,' not asking you to charge in and eliminate me.

Buddy, in places we can't see, there's a game we can't touch that's begun. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Those who've erred themselves have walked into the trap Death Angel prepared for them, and it's no longer possible for them to avoid paying a price."

Kobe was impressed by Mountain Eagle's acuity, then said helplessly, "I need 'Arthur' to provide me with persuasive intelligence. I can avoid contacting Daria to prevent them from being exposed, but they can contact me, right?

Besides, what else do you want to achieve besides attracting outside attention with these actions?"

Mountain Eagle settled back onto the soft sofa, gazing at the scenery outside the window, and smiled, "I'm wondering, if Death Angel sees the situation here, what would he do?

I've contacted Jim Clark; he'll move the press conference about the Laredo border smuggling incident to a square just a street away tomorrow.

I'll also provide him some support here..."

Hearing this, Kobe exclaimed in horror, "You want to accuse the State Police of being accomplices in human smuggling without proof?"

Mountain Eagle chuckled, "I'm a madman; does a madman need evidence to make accusations against some people?

The United States is a place where public opinion can influence politics; as long as we create the right public opinion environment, I can be a madman with a sense of justice...

As long as we exert enough pressure on the State Police, they'll be forced to stand up and prove their innocence, and if they are, they'll have to catch those truly involved."

Mountain Eagle looked out the window and said softly, "Kobe, do you believe many pieces of evidence will automatically emerge by then?"

Kobe sighed in pain and said, "You mean, Death Angel will help us..."

"Yes, he hates these people; he directs our attention here for revenge..."

Mountain Eagle glanced at the deputy commander lying on the floor, smiled, raised his gun, pulled the trigger, and delivered another dose of anesthetic to the elder, laughing as he said, "Kobe, keep an eye on the information that might come up at any time...

Death Angel wouldn't expect us to operate this way, so if he wants to leak information to the outside, he'll definitely reveal some clues."

Kobe listened and said appreciatively, "You never expected to dig up clues of Death Angel from 'Arthur,' did you?"

Mountain Eagle chuckled, "How can you expect to obtain what you want from people sold out by Death Angel?

That guy's a genius, but he has needs...

Before, I had no clear concept of his needs, but now I've grasped a bit of insight...

Kobe, have you ever thought that Death Angel doesn't actually hate the United States?"

Kobe was taken aback and said incredulously, "What?"

Mountain Eagle rubbed his chin, speaking with uncertain tone, "Death Angel was cultivated by the United States to control ISIS...

That guy betrayed those who raised him and devoted himself to the cause of ISIS...

I don't quite understand the psychology of terrorists, but who are the real culprits of the Middle East chaos?"