Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 944 - 882: Strange Reactions

A silent ambush is incredibly deadly for those in a five-star hotel...

The moment the door swung open, Eddie fired directly at it, the bullet piercing through the not-yet-fully-opened wooden door, hitting a gunman in shorts in the abdomen.

Typically, when a bullet hits, people don't usually scream; the sudden muscle contraction would instinctively put them in a rigid state.

However, this guy was a bit different. The moment he got hit in the abdomen, he instinctively fell to the ground and rolled while pulling the trigger of his pistol...

"Bang..."

"Ratatat..."

"Shit..."

Camel flashed in, finishing him off, cursing under his breath as he dashed into the room, wildly shooting at a slightly ajar door.

Bullets pierced through the door, killing the gunman hiding behind it. Due to the angle and room layout, Camel lost his line of sight, forcing him to slow down and wait for his companions to catch up before proceeding to clear the other room inside.

Meanwhile, the gunfire alarmed the person in the last room...

Mountain Eagle motioned to Camel and Eddie, decisively rushing to the last suite's door. He quickly swiped the keycard and gently pushed the door, then immediately stepped back to the wall.

As soon as the door opened, a burst of gunfire erupted inside...

"Bang bang bang...," a Glock 17 shot bullets past Mountain Eagle, hitting the opposite hallway wall.

The opponents seemed panicked, not noticing the number of bullets left in their guns.

Mountain Eagle held his breath, waiting for a few seconds before suddenly crouching and turning around, his VSS aimed inside the room...

"Ratatat..."

The gunman fell the moment he got shot, and Mountain Eagle decisively stepped forward. This time, he wasn't in too much of a hurry because the room's situation was beyond his expectations...

Taking a stride and passing through the over-two-meter corridor, Mountain Eagle edged closer to the living room, hugging the wall. As his gun pointed at the target, he saw a red-haired woman in only her underwear, holding a gun at a young man in a hoodie on top but nothing else below...

The suite's living room had a row of computers. Although the ninth floor was without power, several laptops still provided some light sources.

Plus, the dim emergency lights from the hallway illuminated the door, revealing Mountain Eagle to the two.

The hoodie-wearing young man, clutching his bleeding head and sitting on the floor, screamed in terror upon seeing Mountain Eagle, "Don't shoot, don't shoot, I'm one of us..."

Mountain Eagle didn't know how he came to be "one of them." Faced with such a strange scene, he pointed his gun at the indecent red-haired woman...

The red-haired woman realized Mountain Eagle seemed indifferent to the hostage. She shouted loudly, "Don't shoot, or I'll kill him. He's with the CIA..."

Mountain Eagle paused, quirking a smile as he glanced at the hoodie-wearing young man curled up in fear, saying, "What is the CIA doing in Romania?

And why are you with the Edward Foundation's people?"

With that, Mountain Eagle pulled down the scarf covering his mouth and said to the red-haired woman, "Do you recognize me?"

The room was very dimly lit, but with a little light, the red-haired woman immediately recognized Mountain Eagle, saying with a horrified expression, "It's you, Mountain Eagle..."

Mountain Eagle naturally nodded, saying, "Of course, who else did you think it would be?

CIA?"

Saying this, Mountain Eagle looked at the hoodie-wearing young man who seemed about to wet the floor, and he chuckled, saying, "Why would the CIA collaborate with the Edward Foundation?"

The hoodie-wearing young man was a tech specialist. His original mission was to collaborate with the Edward Foundation, leveraging technical skills and several NGOs they had long-term sponsorship with to alter Romania's political landscape for geopolitical gain.

He really didn't understand why the red-haired woman, who had been in bed with him moments ago, suddenly turned hostile...

Faced with Mountain Eagle's question, the hoodie-wearing young man, with a voice tinged with tears, said, "I don't know; I'm just on a mission..."

Turning to look at the red-haired woman, who was extremely low in spirit, beside him, he sorrowfully said, "Why did you hit me?"

At this moment, the red-haired woman was also confused because Mountain Eagle had appeared too suddenly...

Both sides had just exchanged fire during the day in the mountainous outskirts, costing the Demon Group significantly, losing nearly half of their manpower.

Yet by nightfall, Mountain Eagle had managed to infiltrate the heavily guarded Radisson Hotel, appearing silently right in front of her.

The Red-haired Woman understood the combat capabilities of the Demon Group better than anyone; these people were elites with real combat experience, yet they failed to mount any decent counterattack.

In the imagination of the Red-haired Woman, Mountain Eagle shouldn't be able to accomplish this; at least, he couldn't have figured out her base in such a short time in an unfamiliar place. Only a CIA black ops team has that capability.

As the Rawi family's delegate from the Edward Foundation, the Red-haired Woman felt uneasy...

Because she knew well that the Rawi family didn't play a glorious role in the battle outside Baghdad.

At that time, the United States was overwhelmed by the dirty bomb issue, and once they realized the problem, the CIA would stop at nothing to come knocking.

Thus, the moment she realized she was under attack, the Red-haired Woman pushed away the hoodie man pressed against her, trying to use him as a hostage, searching for a chance to escape, even if it meant buying a little time.

Upon realizing her mistake, the Red-haired Woman didn't drop her gun; instead, she pressed the muzzle again against the hoodie man's head, saying in a low voice, "Mountain Eagle, our target this time isn't you. If this guy dies, Arctic Fox will be on the CIA's kill list..."

Mountain Eagle was amused by the woman's claim; he shook his head and decisively pulled the trigger, shooting the Red-haired Woman in the shoulder...

The moment the Red-haired Woman was shot in the shoulder, the Glock 17 in her hand fell to the ground. Just as Mountain Eagle intended to approach, the seemingly clueless hoodie man suddenly picked up the gun and aimed it at Mountain Eagle...

Mountain Eagle noticed the guy's movements, but as he was preparing to shoot him, a large-caliber bullet was fired from the rooftop of a building opposite the hotel, piercing through the glass door of the balcony and hitting the hoodie man's back.

The VSSK large-caliber sniper bullet is somewhat different from the common 12.7mm anti-material ammo; its structure resembles more of a pistol bullet, so its range and power are slightly inferior. However, for an unprotected human body, the result is no different...

The large-caliber bullet changed direction as it penetrated the glass, and upon impacting the hoodie man, it was like skewing into his back and then opened a bowl-sized blood hole in his chest...

The forceful bullet carried with it a large amount of flesh, bone shards, and lung fragments when flying out, with several splinters piercing into the Red-haired Woman's calves, causing her to groan once more.

Meanwhile, Camel and Eddie also rushed in from next door, seeing the situation in the room. Eddie approached and glanced at the fallen Red-haired Woman, whistling lightly and saying, "Mountain Eagle, was this smooth or not smooth?"

Mountain Eagle checked the watch on the inside of his wrist, nodded, and said, "We have time; find a suitcase to pack her in, let's retreat..."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle moved over to a few computers still brightly displaying their screens and glanced at them while Eddie and the others were busy.

He couldn't understand the highly technical stuff, but a few continuously shaking dialog boxes showed they were communicating with the outside via the internet. Though the contact was unknown, the words like protest, demonstration, funding, emerging inside made Mountain Eagle realize he hadn't framed these people...

They indeed have connections with several NGO organizations that organize protests and even provided them with funds.

With this discovery, Mountain Eagle felt much more relaxed. He looked over at Camel, who was bunching up some gauze and stuffing it into the shoulder wound of the Red-haired Woman, and laughed, "Buddy, take it easy. I still have a few questions to ask this Lady..."

Camel clearly wasn't accustomed to sparing the fairer sex; he clamped the Red-haired Woman's mouth with one hand and twisted the gauze roll with his other hand, forcefully stabbing it into the wound...

Seeing the Red-haired Woman flailing like a shrimp on land, Camel called out to Eddie, who was searching for a suitcase: "Quicker..." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Coming, coming..."

Eddie cleaned out a suitcase that looked the most expensive and conveniently carried a carry-on suitcase with a combination lock to the living room...

Handing the somewhat heavy suitcase to Mountain Eagle, Eddie assisted Camel in stuffing the Red-haired Woman into the suitcase while saying, "We checked their equipment earlier; these people are very well-equipped. If it weren't for this sudden attack, taking them down would have been tougher.

This woman doesn't seem like a prostitute; even now, she still felt like unwinding with someone in bed. The stuff in her room has some value..."

Mountain Eagle lifted the carry-on suitcase to feel its weight, nodded, and said, "We've been here for about 10 minutes; let's leave here first."

As he said this, Mountain Eagle glanced at the computers on the table and said, "These things are enough to keep the Romanians busy."

A few minutes later, Mountain Eagle boarded the 7-seater SUV brought by Blood Fox. After the vehicle left the Radisson Hotel, he took out his phone and sent a message to the Romanian agent who had provided support earlier and then directly discarded the prepaid phone in his hand...

Squeezed in the last row of seats, Camel looked at the time as the vehicle left the hotel range, sighed, and said, "Thirteen and a half minutes; if it weren't for Eddie talking too much, we could have been faster...

But I'm indeed getting old; my heart is still racing a bit!"

Eddie turned around and tossed a bottle of mineral water at Camel annoyedly, "That's because you forgot to take your antihypertensive medication; low pressure 110, high pressure 220. It'd be a miracle if your heart wasn't racing."

Camel paused a moment, quickly pulled a medication box from his pocket, found the meds intact, and let out a long breath, saying, "Luckily, I haven't lost them. For more than a month, Tiffany has been watching over my medication intake, but now she hasn't called for two days, I forgot."

Mountain Eagle looked at Camel opening the medication box, tossing several differently colored pills into his mouth, and drinking a sip of water to wash them down, annoyedly said, "You don't need to remind me to keep an eye on Tiffany's situation; they are now in Moscow, and there's someone protecting them."

Camel breathed a sigh of relief: "Then where do we head next?"

Mountain Eagle took out the GPS, marked a position, and handed it to the driving Blood Fox, saying, "Head here...

This is an abandoned Farm; we'll catch our breath there and then, tomorrow, same time, we'll visit the 'Bayonet Gang.'

I've already scouted 'Bayonet Gang's' base with a drone, and some people there are acting quite strange, not like gang gunmen..."