Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

The Angel of Death seemed completely unconcerned about the mountain eagle's threat; he didn't even glance at the child being held in the mountain eagle's arms from beginning to end.

As Blood Fox drew a dagger and stepped behind him, Death Angel smiled and said, "Mountain Eagle, we both know you can't afford the price of killing me."

As he spoke, the Angel of Death glanced at the Blood Fox and said, "You're just a bunch of old-fashioned men who should have retired long ago. Don't cause trouble for your new boss."

"You don't need to lift a finger to kill me; I'm already on my way to death..."

Blood Fox coldly stared at the Angel of Death and said in a chilling voice, "You may not be afraid of death, but I have countless ways to make you feel the ultimate pain before you die."

The Angel of Death shook his head indifferently and said, "Then you can give it a try. I've been suffering terribly every day for the past few months. Maybe some new stimulation can help me hold on for a while longer."

Mountain Eagle pulled Blood Fox, who was clearly a bit out of control, and said with some annoyance, "Take back that fearless attitude of yours. Maybe we can't kill you, but we have plenty of ways to ruin your plans."

If you think that having a few dirty bombs gives you the power to force everyone to do what you want, you're wrong, terribly wrong!

With that, Mountain Eagle waved his hand impatiently and said, "Look at this child, and then think about your wife and children who are being held captive..."

Please, do something good, and stop letting innocent people die!

The Angel of Death paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Mountain Eagle, it's too late..."

From the moment you got involved in the chase, you were hooked!

The world is sick, and Isis is the remedy I have found. Although they haven't made much progress yet, as long as Ibis can defeat that 'jackal,' the world will gain a new foothold.

"Mountainhawk, you did what I've always dreamed of in Texas. If you're willing to continue, I can tell you everything you want to know and share all my rights with you..."

As he spoke, Death Angel noticed the sudden seriousness in Mountain Eagle's expression and said with a smile, "Of course it's not those dirty bombs, but something much more powerful!"
There is a box under my hospital bed containing 5 kilograms of high-purity plutonium, which I stole in batches from a laboratory in India. At the time, in order to attract attention and keep the eyes of British and American intelligence agencies on the Abu Sayyaf organization in the Philippines, I had to release a portion of it.

As a result, my plans were disrupted by you. British intelligence sealed off all Indian laboratories related to plutonium and closely monitored relevant nuclear weapons experts, which caused my idea of ​​weaponizing plutonium to fall through.

But the situation is different now…

Mountain Eagle looked at Death Angel as if he were a madman, frowned and said, "You really think you can change the world by building a big bomb?"

The Angel of Death looked into the Mountain Eagle's eyes, shook his head, and said, "Mountain Eagle, in some ways we are the same kind of people."

Changing the world sounds incredible, but in reality, if you can find the right target, a single bomb can shake up the entire world order.

You've already completed part of it in Texas, so you should know what those people did.
Why not continue?

The mountain eagle suddenly realized something. He frowned as he looked at the Angel of Death and suddenly said, "You're actually an American..."

You are an Isis prince who grew up in America, and you have created countless problems in the Middle East while serving the CIA.

But in the end, you discover that the country you served doesn't love you at all; you're just a tool in the hands of those in power, which is why you chose to rebel.

You don't want to confront the United States at all; you want to kick out those you consider 'bad' from the American power structure and get new people to support a new ISIS state.

You don't actually have the determination to fight America to the end; you just want new people to come in so you can lick their toes.

The dirty bomb is your bargaining chip, and so is plutonium!
You've realized you can't keep playing this game, so you're starting to encourage me to continue.

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle suddenly shook his head and chuckled, saying, "You think what I did in Texas made enemies of those people, right?"

The Angel of Death's expression froze for a moment, then asked curiously, "Don't you have any?"

Mountain Eagle waved his hand and said, "They thought I was a problem, so they gave me a country..."

Look, the treatment I, this 'crazy ranger,' receive is completely different from that of you, this 'crazy terrorist.'

Hafari, if I had even a sliver of sympathy or admiration for you at the beginning, I have none now.

You're just a mad dog raised under the American system. No matter how smart you are, you can't escape the barriers they've built for you.

You might think that by resisting in the most violent way, those people will pay more attention to you, but in reality, they just see you as a troublesome mad dog, and they might not even care what you do.

"Because if New York were to suffer a dirty bomb attack, those people at the Lake Baikal Foundation might make even more money!"

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle looked at Death Angel's suddenly frozen expression and laughed, saying, "You don't even know what the Lake Baikal Foundation is, right? Then you probably don't know that those people in Texas are just the most peripheral figures in the Lake Baikal Foundation."

Those people have no access to the core of the Lake Baikal Foundation's power, so all they know is how to rake in money like crazy, and you're just a mad dog they've unleashed...

Hafari, you probably don't even know who your opponent is...

Don't tell me, you still think your opponent is the 'Republican Party'!

"Is not it?"

Looking at the Death Angel whose behavior had changed, Mountain Eagle suddenly waved his hand with a hint of disinterest and said, "I thought too highly of you in the past. It turns out you're just a 'rebellious mad dog seeking revenge on its master'."

Khafari, tell me where Iberia is, and everything related to him.

I can hand you over to the Department of Homeland Security, and I can even take this child out of the surveillance range of the United States so that he can grow up relatively freely.

This is your last chance, because I don't want to waste any more words with you. You are far less powerful and intelligent than you think, and even your so-called revenge is laughable in my eyes.

You've dragged countless people into a Shakespearean drama, trying to use the dead to highlight your greatness.

Hafari, you've gone mad!
You may not realize it yet, but the most important thing in your life isn't Isis at all, but rather wanting those you hate to look at you with respect.

The Angel of Death stood there stunned. A few minutes later, he came to his senses, and after processing the mountain eagle's words, he suddenly shook his head and said, "No, I don't believe what you're saying..."

Mountain Eagle, let's make a deal...

You can hand me over to the Department of Homeland Security, but afterwards you have to do one thing for me!

Mountain Eagle shook his head coldly and said, "You have no bargaining chips..."

Upon hearing this, the Angel of Death suddenly laughed and said, "Really?"

Do you remember that 'bull's head'?

After receiving the message from Iberia, he rushed to Belarus…

As he spoke, the Angel of Death took out a phone, pulled up a video, and handed it to the Mountain Eagle...

In the video, 'Bullhead' is lying in a dungeon covered in injuries. His extensive burns are causing him great pain, but he still firmly raises the middle finger at the person filming the video.

The Angel of Death looked at the Mountain Eagle, whose face was extremely gloomy, and pointed to the area under the hospital bed, saying, "Mountain Eagle, there's a box inside. It contains not only 5 kilograms of plutonium, but also several documents."

I know you. I believe that once you've seen those materials, you'll know what to do without me even having to tell you.

As he spoke, the Angel of Death spread his hands at the Mountain Eagle and said, "Well, as long as you open that box and read those documents, I will tell you the address where 'Bullhead' is being held."

"There aren't many Arctic Foxes left. This 'Bullhead' has an incredible loyalty to the Arctic Foxes; he's held out there alone for almost half a year. If you don't rescue him, he'll die soon!"

Mountain Eagle handed the phone to the excited Blood Fox, then bent down and pulled a black briefcase out from under the hospital bed.

He then opened the briefcase right there on the hospital bed and saw that it contained five thermos cups that were exactly the same as the ones he had seen in Thailand, along with several documents...

He frowned, picked up the documents, and flipped through them. Then he sighed and said, "Loli Island list..."

Russian 'Petrel' design drawings...

Behind-the-scenes trading files of the stock market guru on Capitol Hill...

Hafari, it's a shame someone like you died.

Unfortunately, I won't follow your plan, you son of a bitch...

You don't even care about your own wife and children, how can you expect me to believe that you care about the children on that island?
Tell me the location of the 'bull's head,' and I'll help you expose this list..."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle reached out and touched several thermos cups, feeling the sergeant's fingers begin to burn. He then picked up a few documents, looked at the Angel of Death, and said, "Hafali, tell me the address and contact information for Iberia, and then I'll send you to face the Department of Homeland Security's interrogation experts."

I also want to see if you're really that strong..." (End of Chapter)