Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 945 - 883: Survival Instinct

In the northern part of Bucharest, there are several small towns populated by Gypsies...

Gypsies is actually a term with discriminatory undertones; the proper term should be 'Romani'.

Their position in Europe is awkward; 80% of Gypsies live below the poverty line, and they are often labeled as 'thieves' and 'swindlers', leading to their expulsion.

In Europe, wherever there is a tourist area, if a theft occurs, the police often attribute the crime to the Gypsies...

Of course, there are indeed many thieves among them...

Gypsies want to preserve the independence of their nomadic culture while also addressing the demands of settled life in modern European nations, which has led to conflicts with various European countries.

It's hard to imagine, and those public intellectuals won't publicize this everywhere; even now, some European countries' schools still implement racial segregation policies against Gypsies, leading to a dropout rate of 60% among Romani children.

The abandoned farm that Mountain Eagle and his team are heading to is located east of a Gypsy town, separated by a rapid river waterway.

Heading north from the town, along the waterway, there are several large RV camps, or simply put, Gypsy slums.

This area is controlled by the 'Bayonet Gang'...

Unemployment, poverty, along with the self-proclaimed Europeans' native Romani, who don't fit in with the Europeans' current state, have turned most Eastern European Gypsy communities into gang recruitment zones.

Some of these Gypsies indeed have 'unique talents'. They might not be good at anything else, but they are adept at various underground businesses...

Petty thefts, scams, abductions, swindles, speculation dealings, gambling and drugs—they are involved in all of these.

But truth be told, not all Gypsies are bad; most of them are trapped by the realities they face...

No matter where they live, they often encounter residential segregation. In some developed countries in Western Europe, the local police are more zealous in expelling them than refugees.

Cultural differences and policy exclusion make it difficult for some of them to settle down and earn a living reliably.

However, thanks to Europe's fairly comprehensive social assistance and charity systems, their lifestyle is several grades better than those in truly destitute areas, like in Africa.

Therefore, although most Gypsies are still suffering from longtime systemic bias due to historical stigmatization, they have managed to preserve their own culture.

Their optimism, music, and dance have become parts accepted by the mainstream European society...

The abandoned farm that Mountain Eagle is searching for is very close to a Gypsy RV camp. Standing on the one-meter-high wall outside the stone house at the farm, you can see the RV camp partying on the other side of the river through a telescope.

Some women are dancing around the bonfire along with the music, while a great number of men hold bottles and make various strange noises, occasionally grabbing one of the dancing women and carrying her to a nearby RV.

The campsite has nearly no defense, various suspicious figures roam through the camp, some selling drugs, others peddling alcohol and marijuana, and some doing things Mountain Eagle does not understand...

Mountain Eagle glanced at the time; it was already four in the morning. He couldn't understand why these people were so vigorous...

"They are celebrating…"

Blood Fox took a telescope and walked to Mountain Eagle's side, looking at the situation across the river, and said, "Do you see the tent with lights by the river?"

Mountain Eagle looked through the telescope, nodded, and said, "I see it, what's inside?"

Blood Fox put down the telescope, sniffed, shook his head, and said, "That's a meth factory, some of those partying outside have clearly taken meth."

Upon hearing this, Mountain Eagle was surprised and said, "A drug party near a meth factory?

What are these people thinking?"

Blood Fox shrugged and said, "I don't understand why they do this either, but I predict that meth factory will be moved at dawn.

Romania has a low population density, and both police and locals seldom come near the Gypsy camps, but the pollution from the meth factory is significant. If someone downstream of the river notices something unusual and reports it, the police will take action.

That's why they situate the factory in the tent, making it easier to relocate.

Many of the people celebrating aren't Gypsies; they are likely wealthy individuals from nearby Bucharest.

The women are all prostitutes serving these meth users. They can earn 500 Euros a night."

Mountain Eagle doesn't quite understand, but he somewhat gets why Western European countries like France prefer accepting Africans over these Gypsies. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

If such a group of people came to one's community, life would indeed be insufferable.

Mountain Eagle looked down at the ground beneath his feet, shaking his head with a wry smile, and said, "I have a bit of understanding now why this farm was abandoned…"

Blood Fox nodded slightly and said, "Believe me, nobody in Europe wants to be neighbors with Gypsies.

Among them there are good people, and quite a few outstanding ones. Arctic Fox once had a Gypsy assault man who performed excellently...

But no matter how good they are, it's useless. Good people can have bad relatives, and bad relatives have even more bad friends.

Ethnic and blood ties are connections that cannot be severed. My former Gypsy comrade was implicated by some bad relatives, and died in a firefight with the French GIGN while helping them transport weapons.

Since then, Arctic Fox has never accepted Gypsies again..."

Speaking, Blood Fox looked at Mountain Eagle and said seriously, "Mountain Eagle, you're quite good at making friends, but you must remember to avoid Gypsies when choosing friends, no matter how excellent they are..."

Mountain Eagle listened and curiously asked, "Is it really that serious?"

Blood Fox nodded and then shook his head, saying, "You'll know once you've dealt with them. They're really enthusiastic, but really troublesome. But these issues shouldn't be a problem for you...

I really don't know what's going on, recently I've become quite chatty, just take it as it is..."

Saying that, Blood Fox turned to take a look at the stone house on the farm, smiling as he said, "I didn't expect you would actually bring back a prisoner. Eddie releasing her just now gave me quite a scare.

That woman seems really troublesome. She keeps clamoring to see you..."

Mountain Eagle glanced again at the revelry across the way, shook his head, and said, "I'll go take a look. That woman should know something, and having more intelligence will be beneficial for our subsequent actions."

Blood Fox smiled and nodded, saying, "Then you go. I need to contact Giant Demon Farm over there and urge them to complete their work in the next two days.

There's plenty of food in the car, which I've brought into the house. Tomorrow during the day, you guys can rest here. Mi Lu and I will head to the core grounds of the 'Bayonet Gang' to scout ahead, and once we return, we can discuss the attack plan together."

Mountain Eagle listened, clicked his tongue, wanting to persuade Blood Fox not to push himself too hard, but the words got stuck at the back of his throat.

Seeing Blood Fox's heavy bags under his eyes, Mountain Eagle nodded and said, "The matter of Giant Demon Farm isn't urgent. You go rest for a bit. I estimate the Gypsies on the gang's grounds won't get up too early, departing at noon won't be too late..."

As Blood Fox didn't say anything, Mountain Eagle jumped off the stone wall and headed towards the house, speaking to himself as if talking aloud, "You old bones are still useful, after all so many descendants of Arctic Fox are relying on you.

The new Arctic Fox has just taken shape. If you exhaust yourself, Arctic Fox will truly disperse!"

Speaking, Mountain Eagle already reached the door of the house, pulling open the battered main door. He instantly saw Camel draping a thermal blanket over the Red-haired Woman...

Seeing Camel's kindness, Mountain Eagle teased, "Brother, this is a beauty snake...

One minute she's in bed with someone, the next she's got a gun pointed at the unlucky guy's head, taking him hostage."

Camel glanced at the Red-haired Woman who looked pitiful, then stood up shaking his head, saying, "Without putting something on her, that bastard Eddie might release her..."

Just as Camel finished speaking, Eddie, who was brewing coffee using a small stove, called out displeased, "Hey, I only pity her..."

Camel rolled his old eyes disdainfully, saying, "Yes, she's pitifully without clothes, so you touched her chest just to give her a bit of warmth.

You're a lecherous bastard, sooner or later you'll die at a woman's hand, and then don't drag us down with you."

Mountain Eagle flipped his middle finger at the old pervert Eddie, then scanned the dusty house, found a broken chair, and sat down in front of the Red-haired Woman...

As soon as he sat down, Mountain Eagle heard the weak sound of breathing coming from the Red-haired Woman...

Watching her draped in the thermal blanket but intentionally exposing herself, Mountain Eagle shook his head slightly, saying, "There's no need to try that with me. You should realize, bringing you here, that I never intended to let you go.

Whether you die here or get sent to El Salvador to accompany Commander Chuck depends on what useful information you provide me.

Of course, there's no proper doctor here to treat your wounds, whether you can hold on till El Salvador, I can't guarantee."

The Red-haired Woman listened, slightly curled her legs, raised her very beautiful but visibly wrinkled and freckled face, and looked at Mountain Eagle, saying, "What do you want to know?"

Mountain Eagle grinned and said, "You talk, I listen. Only when you give me satisfactory information can you have a chance to live."

Speaking, Mountain Eagle observed the Red-haired Woman's slightly flushed face, pointed to his shoulder, saying, "Getting shot through here is not fatal, but if you don't take antibiotics soon, infection will claim your life.

If I were you, I'd hurry..."

The Red-haired Woman knew Mountain Eagle very well. She knew that having fallen into Mountain Eagle's hands, the probability of a good outcome was basically impossible...

She lowered her head to think for a moment, then looked up at the nearby carry-on suitcase, saying, "Open the box. What's inside should be what you want..."

Mountain Eagle frowned, pulled the box close to him, carefully scanned it with Golden Cicada, then turned the combination lock towards the Red-haired Woman, saying, "What do you think can impress me?"

The Red-haired Woman painfully pulled at the corners of her mouth, saying, "You've come to Romania, of course you want to know what's happened to Arctic Fox...

Don't you want to know why Arctic Fox went to Baghdad?"