Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 875 Ghost of the Jungle
After successfully landing his shot, Mountain Eagle didn't move. He turned his gun towards the rear of the group, and then another grenade was thrown to the ground...

It takes about 3 seconds for a grenade to hit the ground and explode almost instantly, which means that anyone who realizes a grenade is falling from the sky has no time to warn their companions.

"boom"

The mountain eagle coldly stared at the enemy through the scope, pulling the trigger the instant the grenade exploded...

"Da da, da da"

The two gunmen who were constantly scanning their surroundings with their guns had no idea what was happening. One of them was shot in the chest and head, and the other had his shoulder and neck pierced by a bullet.

The man shot in the head died instantly. Another gunman, whose neck had been pierced, clutched his wound and struggled to crawl to the base of a large tree. He tried to shout but couldn't make a sound...

The person who was shot knew best the direction the bullet came from, but because his neck was pierced, he wanted to warn his companion, Mountain Eagle, about his location, but he couldn't make a sound.

It wasn't until the people in front discovered the vanguard's body, realized something was wrong, and tried to retreat a distance to avoid the sniper's line of fire that they discovered their trailing comrade had been shot.

The second grenade didn't kill anyone, but the explosion and shrapnel still rendered one unfortunate man unconscious and unable to move.

The moment they realized the situation was dire, the two gunmen who had hastily made a makeshift stretcher dragged the man, who had been injured by a grenade, into a small crater formed by the roots of a fallen tree.

The others, being quite experienced, found cover and carefully searched the surroundings for any possible hiding places for snipers. Soon, two smoke grenades were thrown, creating a smoke zone around the wounded.

As the two gunmen rushed into the smoke to rescue the wounded, another grenade fell from the sky, landing precisely inside the small pit at the tree roots.

Everyone stared nervously at their surroundings. The moment the dark grenade fell from the sky to the ground, the two gunmen froze for a moment, about to shout, when they heard a loud "boom"...

The explosion's power was amplified in the crater; the flying debris and rubble kicked up by the blast caused the two gunmen to collapse painfully at the bottom of the crater.

At the same time, Mountain Eagle, keeping a close eye on the battlefield, pulled the trigger again...

"Da da, da da"

Two gunmen who rushed into the smoke to help their comrade were shot down, but this time they were 'lucky' enough to survive...

One of the men, shot in the buttock and calf, rolled over as he fell, then raised his rifle and pulled the trigger in the general direction of Mountain Eagle's location...

The others saw the wounded gunman's movements, and they followed suit, peeking out from their cover and beginning to suppress the enemy in the direction of the mountain eagle...

The intense firepower crackled and popped around the mountain eagle. Occasionally, a bullet or two would whiz past the side of the twin trees that the mountain eagle was using as cover, but the sharp whistling of the bullets did not faze the mountain eagle in the slightest.

Seeing the enemy retaliate as he had anticipated, Mountain Eagle turned his gun and aimed at a gunman lying prone in a shallow ditch...

"Da da"

The faint sound of the VSS gunshot was insignificant on this battlefield where bullets were flying everywhere.

The gunman in the shallow pit was shot in the head. The bullet entered through the top of his head, piercing his entire skull before passing through his jawbone. The splattering blood and bone fragments startled a nearby gunman and simultaneously pinpointed the location of Mountain Eagle...

"He's up there at the 10 o'clock position..."

As the gunman shouted, he threw a smoke grenade forward, then quickly crawled out of the shallow pit to find new cover.

But the instant his body emerged from the shallow pit, a bullet pierced through a hail of bullets fired by his comrades and struck his temple...

Another person died, which made the remaining six or seven gunmen both panicked and angry. They bravely poked their bodies out from behind their cover and launched a fierce barrage of fire towards the twin trees where Mountain Eagle was located.

Meanwhile, the mountain eagle had already slipped down the steep slope beside the big tree like a ghost. The enemy, who was firing wildly, was focused on the area around the twin trees. The noise from the bullets, the cover of the bushes, and the smoke grenades thrown by the enemy made it easy for the mountain eagle to avoid the enemy's sight.

As the mountain eagle glided down the slope, crouched down, and prepared for a few seconds before launching an attack with its gun at the ready, half of the enemy's weapons made a crisp sound of empty magazines being pulled over.

"Da da, da da, da da..."

The moment the mountain eagle stood up, the other party spotted him...

The two gunmen, still with bullets in their guns, decisively turned their muzzles to try and slow down the mountain eagle, creating an opportunity for their companions...

However, what they didn't notice was that only the two of them were raising their guns at the mountain eagle because only they could clearly see the eagle from their position, but correspondingly, the mountain eagle could also clearly see them.

The two sides were about 150 meters apart, with many trees and bushes providing cover. Under these circumstances, there were only two ways to achieve victory...

The first option is to stay put and wait for your opponent to make a mistake; the second is to move around and use more agile footwork to launch a surprise attack.

Mountain Eagle didn't have enough time, so he chose the second option...

The cicada gave him exceptional battlefield situational awareness, and rigorous training provided him with the ability and courage to engage in gunfights with opponents.

"Da da, da da"

Before the two gunmen could even aim, the mountain eagle's bullet pierced through the narrow gaps in the forest and struck their bodies.

The 9mm caliber sniper bullet didn't tear through the gunmen's body armor, but it did cause them to momentarily lose balance before their heads were pierced...

After succeeding, the mountain eagle darted through the woods like an antelope, then miraculously circled around to the gunman's weak side.

The so-called weak side is the side of the gun-holding hand... Anyone who has used a gun knows that when you are searching with your right hand holding the gun, your vision and attention will mostly be focused on the left side.

Because the left hand holds the handguard as an auxiliary hand, it is easy to point the muzzle to most of the left side by extending and retracting the left arm without moving the body. However, in the same situation, it is necessary to rotate the waist and feet to point the muzzle to the right.

In this situation, a weak side is formed, which is why assault troops usually need a partner to cooperate with when advancing.

The more complex the area, the more obvious this problem becomes; sometimes, a second's delay can mean the difference between life and death!

From a young age, Mountain Eagle received training and fought fiercely in the sergeant major system. The instructors in the sergeant major system instilled in him a very terrible habit: once in combat, he would instinctively try to attack the enemy's weak side...

Therefore, the mountain eagle rarely engages in positional warfare. Whenever possible, it will keep itself on the move, a habit that objectively increases its aggressiveness and lethality.

Because when you've secured a position and the enemy's vitals are exposed to you, it's hard to resist kicking them.

Two soft gunshots rang out...

Before the gunman could even turn his body and the muzzle of his gun, he was hit in the head and face by two shots from Mountain Eagle...

The spray of blood from the gunman's head caught the attention of another gunman nearby. He frantically turned his gun to try and track Mountain Eagle, only to find himself in vain...

The eagle in flight, concealed by the vegetation in the forest, naturally creates an effect of appearing and disappearing, and its running rhythm and route selection make it impossible for the gunman to track its trajectory.

As the gunman shouted to his comrades to block and intercept them from other directions with crossfire, the eagle's silhouette darted through the trees, revealing an open area of ​​about ten meters in the direction it was heading...

Just as the gunman locked his gun on the open ground, preparing to intercept the mountain eagle, the advancing mountain eagle spun around close to a tree and cut to the gunman's weak side once again.

With just that one turn, the other person was almost a second slower.

When the gunman noticed that Mountain Eagle had raised his gun and was aiming at him, he tried to bend over and turn around in terror, but two bullets struck his body and head.

These gunmen were actually very skilled. Even after more than half of their dozen or so men were killed or wounded, they were still able to maintain their fighting spirit and even launch limited counterattacks.

However, when warfare entered the era of firearms, close-quarters combat became a matter of life and death. Moreover, the Mountain Eagles completely outclassed them in terms of physical fitness, tactical awareness, and equipment. Furthermore, the forest limited their numerical advantage, and the result was...

"Boom, boom..."

Two grenades exploded in the woods, distracting the last three gunmen. Then, as they turned to search for Mountain Eagle's location, Mountain Eagle rose up from their flank...

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"Fuck, how is that possible?"

Inside a suite at the Radisson Blu Hotel in downtown Bucharest, a middle-aged woman with red hair slammed her phone against the wall. Looking at her trembling subordinates, she said in a low voice, "They're just a bunch of old men and that Mountain Eagle..."

In less than an hour, we lost 24 people!

Can someone tell me what exactly happened?
The demon horde, along with the elite assassins of the Stairway of Light, were impossible to keep an eye on, and impossible to defeat in combat...

Can someone tell me why this is happening?

A young man in a hoodie looked up from behind several computers and said in a flippant tone, "Sir, the Knights of the Round Table have all been killed..."

The old man named Galahad, accompanied by a young man, took advantage of the Bucharest special police's encirclement and killed the remaining Knights of the Round Table.

Wow, the police took statements from people inside the Tiriak bank, and the mountain eagle claimed to be from the Department of Homeland Security.

Our partners are considering withdrawing because the current mayor of Bucharest is using this to put pressure on the police force.

Sir, if we want to continue our operations, we need to notify the NGOs and ask them to find a way to organize a protest based on the fire and deaths at the abandoned factory. Otherwise, the Social Democrats may not be willing to continue helping.

Without their help, the company's acquisition of Tiryak Bank might have ultimately become a burden..."

As he spoke, the young man glanced at the several men in suits standing in the corner, spread his hands, and said, "I don't understand why we let these people illegally hand over Arctic Fox's pension fund, which is a hundred million US dollars."

As long as that old guy named Blood Fox lives, Tiriak Bank will never be able to restore its credibility. In the past three hours, several underground organizations have requested to transfer their money to other banks.

The excuse of "headquarters being robbed" won't hold up for more than a few days...

The red-haired woman pursed her thin lips and said fiercely, "Then let that blood fox die..."

At all costs, I want that Blood Fox, the Mountain Eagle, and everyone involved to die!

Notify those NGOs to organize a march in the city center, and the funds will be transferred to their accounts afterward.

I simply couldn't believe that Mountain Eagle dared to claim he was a Department of Homeland Security agent..."

The young man in the hoodie laughed and said, "Sir, the most incredible thing is that the mayor of Bucharest believes it. He believes it, and I guess the Romanian prime minister believes it too..."

That mountain eagle is very cunning; he's trying to muddy the waters by exploiting partisan infighting in Romania and cut off our official aid.

But how exactly did he know we had ties with the Social Democratic Party?

(End of this chapter)