Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 863 The Enemy is Too Cautious
Mountain Eagle's suggestion to kill all those who were chasing Blood Fox and his group is definitely not the best solution.

But he knew very well that if Blood Fox couldn't do something, if he couldn't divert his attention from his depression, the old man probably wouldn't live much longer.

Arctic foxes are his life's purpose, and now someone is destroying that purpose!
Once someone like him loses all his aspirations, it's no different from being dead.

Mountain Eagle couldn't possibly watch that old fox Blood Fox sink into depravity. What could stir a person's emotions more than a fierce battle?
Young people who are consumed by hatred will experience negative impacts on their growth, career, and mental well-being, ultimately leading to a twisted or even distorted life.

But the old man didn't care. For a retired man in his sixties, hatred was a magic potion that could make him young again.

Blood Fox, having received confirmation from Mountain Eagle, was still conscious, but no longer capable of independent thought.

When Mountain Eagle suggested killing off a portion of the opponents, Blood Fox nodded decisively and said, "Let's do it!"

Iberis's ability to collect pensions shows he's completely taken over Arctic Fox. I don't know how he managed to do it, bypassing us retired old folks, but we have to take him down and reclaim the Arctic Fox title.

Mountain Eagle recalled the information he had received from Perez. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "The general manager of Tiriak Bank was suspected of being kidnapped last month, and only showed up the day before yesterday to cancel the police report."

This might be why Iberia was able to bypass you and take that money...

Even the strictest rules are rendered useless if the person in charge of managing the money becomes lax.

Blood Fox paused for a moment upon hearing "Tiriac Bank," then sighed helplessly and said, "I was an old friend of Ion Tiriac, the founder of Tiriac Bank. It's a pity that the old man died too young, and his children sold the bank's shares to an Austrian company."

I once inquired about withdrawing my pension, but they told me that all that money had been converted into assets, and trying to liquidate it would result in a significant loss.

Now it seems that those people at the bank were actually lying to me…

Seeing Blood Fox sink into frustration again, Mountain Eagle shook his head. The old man's mind was indeed a bit muddled...

The Arctic Fox's $100 million pension fund was transferred to a management trust. The 'trust' sounds like a trusteeship, but in reality, the ownership of the money changes the moment the trust is established.

The establishment of a 'trust' is itself a financial investment method devised by wealthy individuals for the purpose of managing inheritance rights, securing assets, and avoiding taxes.

From the moment you hand over the money to the trust company, in principle, that money no longer belongs to you; you only have the right to dividends.

Of course, the terms and conditions set forth by both parties in a cash trust should include an agreement on cash withdrawal...

For example, what situations might trigger the withdrawal terms, or even circumvent certain restrictions stipulated in the previous agreement?

Thinking of this, the mountain eagle suddenly paused...

Then he looked at Blood Fox, waved his hand and said, "Don't think about these things. Do you see that factory over there?"

There are a dozen or so gunmen hiding inside. If you can move, we'd better take out the people in the factory before the group from the city center comes back.

Next, we'll cause trouble for a gang; they're probably collaborators with Iberia.

Blood Fox had no time to sort out the various relationships involved. He opened the trunk of the car, took off his blood-stained T-shirt, pulled out a dark green T-shirt from a large suitcase and put it on, then quickly changed into a pair of tactical boots and put on a bulletproof vest...

The old man then stuffed the MP5's four magazines into his chest pocket, picked up the MP5, inspected it, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go..."

Seeing Blood Fox's eagerness, Mountain Eagle nodded understandingly and quickly put on his tactical vest.

He secured four UMP45 magazines to his chest, then adjusted the pistol magazines and CZ75 pistol on his waist.

After confirming that there were no problems, Mountain Eagle reminded Blood Fox to put on the tactical glasses and the two noise-canceling headphones.

After activating the radio signal, Mountain Eagle looked at Blood Fox, whose face was gloomy, and said, "You've used tactical goggles before. In addition to multiple night vision functions, they can also make radio calls and connect to drones."

It doesn't have many features, but it should be more than enough for you!

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle took out a few smoke grenades from his suitcase, gave two to Blood Fox, and then, holding a UMP45 equipped with a silencer, said seriously, "This is Romania after all. We don't have any reliable connections here, so we should try our best not to get targeted by the authorities."

Blood Fox looked at Mountain Eagle, who was treating him like a new recruit and giving him a lot of instructions. He patted the bolt of his MP5 and shook his head, saying, "Mountain Eagle, my mind is a little confused, but I'm not stupid!"
Take care of yourself. The moment the gun fires, I'll know what to do!

Mountain Eagle glanced at Blood Fox's slightly reddened eyes, nodded slightly, checked the location of the gunmen in the abandoned factory, and then gently closed the car door...

"There are twelve of them, let's go..."

As Mountain Eagle spoke, he picked up a twig and quickly sketched a diagram of the abandoned factory on the ground... "They are concentrated in this building. Judging from its appearance, it should be a warehouse. There are more than a dozen trailer cars parked inside, and the gunmen live in the trailer cars."

Upon hearing the number of people on the other side, Blood Fox pressed the button on the glasses and awkwardly adjusted to the raven's perspective, quickly gaining a clear impression of the target area.

Blood Fox, who hadn't fought a serious war in many years, displayed the qualities of a veteran. Although he wasn't particularly familiar with the use and observation of drones, he quickly marked the entry route and used the drone's night observation capabilities to lock onto several sentry enemies.

Based on the positions of the sentries, the old man quickly sketched a new route on the ground, then said to the mountain eagle, "I'll go through the main gate, you approach from the side."

I'll take care of the two sentries on the front, and then I'll keep their attention..."

Without uttering a single word, the old man received a nod of confirmation from the mountain eagle, then lowered his head and crouched low as he disappeared into the darkness with small, quick steps, making it impossible to tell that he was still injured.

After watching Blood Fox disappear from its sight, Mountain Eagle quickly ran in another direction, crossed a shrub-covered area, and approached the abandoned factory's wall from the side.

The dilapidated barbed wire fence had lost its protective function. The eagle stepped across a ditch, gently lifted the barbed wire, and crawled into the factory area from below.

The factory appeared to have been cleared out; everything that could be taken away had been removed. The area surrounding the buildings was piled high with worthless construction debris. Using this debris as cover, Mountain Eagle quickly approached the target warehouse…

Arriving at the side of the warehouse, Mountain Eagle carefully examined it and found a window that had been blocked with metal frames and wooden boards. Through the gaps in the boards, he could see that there were more than twenty trailer caravans parked inside the warehouse, as well as more than a dozen tents of different sizes around it.

The RVs were arranged in a semi-circle, with a large oil drum in the middle. A campfire was lit for warmth, and a makeshift grill and stove were placed next to it. Two large pots were stewing something. After a dozen people finished their food, they returned to the campfire and sat on the ground to eat.

Clearly, this is a base prepared by the "Bayonet Gang" for visiting gunmen and mercenaries, and there should be more than just the twelve people currently living here.

This group acted very systematically. Even during mealtimes, two people would stand guard outside the gate. Meanwhile, the weapons were placed inside the RVs, directly facing the gate, near the rear wheels. This way, if any problems arose, they could use the RVs to launch a counterattack.

The Mountain Eagle's position doesn't offer a particularly good field of fire, making it difficult to meet the Mountain Eagle's needs for a strong flank attack...

Seeing Blood Fox almost in position through the crow, Mountain Eagle pressed the communicator and whispered, "Wait for my message after you're in position. I don't have a suitable firing position here. Let me go check the back door of the warehouse."

Blood Fox paused in the darkness and said in a deep voice, "Don't rush. I can see the main entrance of the warehouse. They are professionals. They have set up a defensive position in front of the entrance and planned an evacuation route to the parking area 200 meters to the east."

They didn't leave any guards at the back door, so watch your step when you go over..."

The mountain eagle grunted in acknowledgment that he had received the message. As he carefully rounded the corner of the warehouse and stepped into the weeds behind it, he was surprised to notice a faint reflection at the base of the waist-high grass not far away...

The eagle stopped and crawled forward slowly for a few meters. Then it found a taut thin wire. One end of the wire was embedded in the grass, while the other end was connected to a small black box in the corner of the wall.

This discovery made the mountain eagle a little nervous. It then climbed to the corner of the wall to check the small black box and found that it contained a trigger with a No. 12 buckshot in front of it.

If anyone touches the thin wire, the trap will trigger a No. 12 buckshot, hitting the person on the wire.

Even if it misses, it can still serve as a warning to the people in the warehouse.

This discovery sent a chill down Mountain Eagle's spine. If he had been careless, he might not have died because of his protective gear, but this surprise attack would definitely be over.

He gently lifted the black box covering the trap, placed a piece of wood between the trigger and the bullet primer, then slowly stood up, bent over, and moved forward along the wall to the back door.

As he moved forward, he discovered that the other side had set up several similar traps. He even detected through the cicada's eye that there was a thin wire attached to the bottom inside the back door, and the wire was connected to a shotgun mounted on a vise.

Opening the door will trigger a mechanism that will not only fire a shotgun mounted inside the door at the back door, but also trigger three shotgun shells directly behind it. People standing near the back door will likely be in trouble.

The back door opens outwards. The mountain eagle can handle the three shooting traps on the outside, but it can't remove the barbed wire on the inside.

After thinking for a few seconds, Mountain Eagle reluctantly pressed the radio button and said, "Blood Fox, let's switch. I'll distract them, and you take out the two at the door and then decide what to do next."

Blood Fox listened and said uncertainly, "Are you in trouble?"

Mountain Eagle bent down and cut three thin wires, then, with one hand on the doorknob and the other holding a smoke grenade, he whispered, "Not too much trouble. Ready, three, two, one..."

"boom"

"Puff puff, puff puff..."

With a loud bang coming from the back door of the warehouse, the two guards who were smoking behind a bunker in front of the door swayed their heads and collapsed to the ground.

(End of this chapter)