Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 756 Plan
When sunlight streamed into the cave, creating a Tyndall effect at the entrance, Chakdi sat up in his tent as if struck by a clock...

Seeing the impatient look on Magneto's face beside him, Chakdi chuckled, pulled out a few pieces of jerky, stuffed them into the mouth of this 'hand warmer,' then lifted the tent flap and went outside...

The moment Chakdi stood up from the tent, he saw the busy silhouette of the mountain eagle...

Watching the boss carry a large bag of dog food, pouring it into five stainless steel trays one by one, and then sprinkling large chunks of smoked fish jerky on top, Chuckdy approached a little embarrassed, took the bag of dog food from Mountain Eagle's hand, and said, "Boss, I should be doing these things..."

Looking at the bloodshot in Chakdi's eyes, Mountain Eagle shook his head and said, "When we were holding guns, we were comrades-in-arms. It didn't matter who did it."

How was your rest? We're leaving soon, and we might run into them today...

Are you ready?

Upon hearing this, Chuckdi instinctively straightened his hunched back and said, "Boss, I'm fine!"

Mountain Eagle reached out and patted Chakdi on the shoulder, feeling the guy's tense body. He smiled and said, "Relax. The opponents have more people, but we have the advantage in information and firepower. As long as we don't make any mistakes, taking them down will be a simple matter."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle looked at the sled that had also gotten up and said with a smile, "If you don't believe me, ask this guy. Last time, we took out a large number of skilled fighters in the same place. Those guys caused the American special forces to suffer a great loss!"
No matter how powerful the Demon Order members are, they can't possibly be more powerful than those we killed.

Chakdi didn't look back at the approaching sled. He bent down and fed the Magnesh wolves who were having their meal, then muttered, "That guy only has death in his eyes. What he says is of no use to the living."

The mountain eagle was taken aback by Chakdi's wisdom. Although the guy looked miserable, he did indeed possess a survival wisdom that was beyond the reach of ordinary people...

The mountain eagle was so capable that he didn't realize that many of the sled's suggestions were highly adventurous.

The mountain eagle is able to use its own abilities to mitigate risks because its abilities have transcended the boundaries of the radical thinking that arises from the problems inherent in sleds.

Chakdi, on the other hand, was clearly more level-headed. He not only understood the limits of his own abilities but also recognized the psychological problems associated with sledding, so he refused to listen to such a guy's advice.

At that moment, Mountain Eagle suddenly realized why he hadn't found any more suitable comrades besides Butcher and his gang...

The Butcher and his team kept up with the Mountain Eagles' pace by "risking their lives," which means using a reckless approach to bring out 100% or even more of their professional skills.

Others, such as Sam from SEAL Team Six, and Supa and his team from Team 191, would find it difficult to entrust their safety to someone like the Mountain Eagles...

Even if they can't explain it themselves, their instincts tell them that keeping up with the fighting pace of someone like Mountain Eagle would put them in great danger.

This is the self-limitation caused by the limits of one's abilities; it is an instinctive early warning mechanism that is difficult to change unless some special circumstances arise.

Only a madman like a sledder, with self-destructive tendencies and absolutely no fear of death, can wholeheartedly cooperate with the mountain eagle and enjoy it.

Chakdy was willing to cooperate with the Mountain Eagles out of gratitude and trust, but he was absolutely unwilling to get too close to guys like the Sled.

In fact, not only Chuckdy was like this, but even the Butcher and his crew, who introduced the sled to the team, were the same...

Normally everyone is joking and laughing without any problems, but when a big problem arises, everyone unanimously demands that the sled be shut up.

The situation is actually quite similar for mountain eagles and sleds...

It's just that his abilities and equipment made him less sensitive to danger, and at the same time, he formed a close connection with everyone in terms of interests and emotions, which is why everyone was willing to risk their lives for him.

His long-term victories and profits have given him an aura of prestige, which naturally has a beneficial effect on people like Butcher and Chuckdy.

If he were still an unknown nobody, most of his suggestions would probably have been rejected.

Information gaps and capability boundaries can actually create a kind of cognitive isolation, making it impossible to communicate about some issues because the dangers involved seem too great to ordinary people!
Only the aura of the victor and absolute trust can break through this isolation.

Just like those who run pyramid schemes or sell courses, they fabricate success stories to create a halo of victory and thus encourage others to trust them.

This condition is clearly unhealthy!
Mountain Eagle realized the problem, and then he decided to make some changes, because the team had gained Chakdy and Razer...

He reached out and patted Chakdi on the shoulder, said 'thank you,' and then gestured for everyone to sit down by the fire...

First, he distributed a pot of hot cocoa to everyone. Then, while boiling water for noodles, Mountain Eagle took out his tactical tablet, switched to the Peregrine Falcon's view, locked onto the enemies who had had a terrible night, and handed the computer to Razer next to him...

"This is our target; they're less than thirty kilometers away from us now..."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle zoomed in and out on the screen with his thumb and forefinger, saying, "We need to find a suitable route, take them down tonight, and then head south overnight..."

What suggestions do you have?

Razer zoomed in and out a few times on the screen, then exclaimed in admiration, "This is what Odin always talks about—drone surveillance, right?"

"This is much better than satellite surveillance!" Chakdy had seen this kind of surveillance system at Sunset Mountain. He peeked out, frowned, counted the number of enemies, and said in a hoarse voice, "Boss, do you want them alive or dead?"
It's easy to kill them, and it's not difficult to capture them alive, but it will definitely take a lot of time!

After thinking for a moment, Mountain Eagle said, "Let's capture them all alive, whenever it's most convenient for us."

When I say "most convenient," I mean as convenient as eating and drinking. If it affects my planned schedule or might pose a danger to us, then death is acceptable.

I believe in the enemy's luck; there will always be one or two lucky ones who survive to answer my questions.

Razer handed the computer to Chakdy, who was clearly more thoughtful, and then looked at Mountain Eagle, who had started making noodles, and said, "What do you need so many live people for?"
The Alaskan wilderness can quickly digest those corpses, so you don't need to worry about anyone finding them.

Upon hearing this, the mountain eagle laughed and said, "I'm a perfectionist!"

Besides, my wife and children are here, and I don't want to scare them. At the same time, I don't want them to misunderstand me as a cold-hearted person.

I want to capture as many people as possible and then send them to El Salvador to be imprisoned. Every day these people are imprisoned, their boss loses face.

In the past, everyone thought of me as a mercenary, so no one found the life-or-death fighting unreasonable...

But I know I am not, and I am determined to change that impression, so I want to break free from the shackles of the name "mercenary".

The clashes between our underground forces are, in the eyes of most ordinary people, just a "dog-eat-dog" situation.

If I want to change my image, I have to make changes; simple and brutal killings are not very meaningful.

If I kill all these henchmen, and the other side just blocks the news, then all I'll do is intimidate them; that won't have any other effect.

"Capturing these people, humiliating their boss, and then finding an opportunity to eliminate their boss—that's what makes the most sense to me."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle suddenly remembered something, sighed, and said, "If you follow the news, you'll know that a company called P.B. has entered Iraq..."

There was a guy named Jackal who, from the perspective of fairness and justice, recklessly used violence wherever he went, and people were still applauding him.

But we can't, because our identities and experiences can't stand scrutiny, and we can't stand the light of day!
What's particularly ridiculous is that the jackal is the owner of P.B. Company, and everyone outside thinks he's an excellent leader and politician, but he's actually a military leader who always claims to be a mercenary.

I don't want to be a mercenary at all. I'd rather be a company president, a group chairman, but everyone treats me like a mercenary.

Do you think this is fair?

Razer shook his head slightly after hearing this and said, "That's how the underworld is. People join it either to seek thrills or to make quick money."

It's normal to have gains and losses!
"You want to clean up your act and get out of trouble? No problem. It's just that for people like us with tainted roots, cleaning up our act and getting out of trouble is sometimes harder than starting a new business!"

After listening, Mountain Eagle sighed and nodded, saying, "Completely clearing my name is impossible, but I don't want to be a mercenary, and the people who follow me shouldn't be mercenaries either..."

Because nobody cares about the lives of mercenaries; mercenaries are just items that can be bought with money!

Mountain Eagle stopped talking about it, tossed a few pieces of instant noodle into boiling water, and then dumped in all the seasoning...

While the eagle was cooking noodles, Chuckdy handed the computer to the sled, and after noticing its lack of interest, he picked up a stone and quickly sketched a map on the ground...

"Boss, this is the mountainous area we're in, and the other side is advancing south along the western side of the mountain..."

To capture them without delaying our journey, we must act quickly...

We exited from the north exit of the valley, then circled around to their rear, driving them to flee south...

The area they were in had sparse forests, and they would soon be entering the icy wetlands. If they were pursued, they would definitely move towards the mountains to use the terrain for cover, thus putting them within range of switchblade and spearhead missiles...

It's unrealistic for the four of us to ambush them in an open area, but the situation is different once they enter the mountains. The complex terrain provides excellent cover, but it also restricts their movement routes and directions.

As long as they run fast enough, we won't have to escort them on long journeys..."

Upon hearing this, Mountain Eagle paused in stirring the noodles with his chopsticks, then looked at Razer and the sled and asked, "What suggestions do you have?"

Razer pursed his lips and shook his head, saying, "It's a bit troublesome, but if we're in a hurry and want to capture the other party alive, letting them run away on their own is indeed a good way."

The sled shrugged and said, "I don't care..."

Mountain Eagle nodded and said, "Then let's eat, and we'll set off after we finish eating..."

(End of this chapter)