Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 956 Anger

The mountain eagle has the eyes of a crow, so it can clearly see its own location. Combined with the presence of the cicada, it has a complete battlefield situational awareness.

However, this ability is not very effective against static objects, such as what's right in front of you...

Robin showed Mountain Eagle the scene of a drug dealer disposing of a body...

Four large oil drums with blowers at the bottom were lined up in a row, next to a 5-meter square pit that was obviously dug by an excavator.

The mountain eagle didn't know how deep the pit was, but he saw that it was now filled with burned bones.

Yes, it's skeletons...

Mountain Eagle had seen this place before, but he only glanced at it briefly and did not observe this deserted place carefully. He thought it was a place where people on the farm burned garbage or cooked and barbecued.

To his utter surprise, this was actually where the people of Los Zetas disposed of corpses.

Calling it a mass grave is definitely an exaggeration, but the amount of bones piled up in the pit was certainly considerable.

Layer upon layer of blackened human skeletons were thrown into the large pit, piling up one after another. It was impossible to calculate exactly how many there were, but there were definitely three to five hundred.

Moreover, this is certainly not the only burial pit within the farm's boundaries, because the mountain eagle discovered several other areas around it that had clearly been filled in, so the grass grew differently from the surrounding area, and the area was about the same size as the area in front of them.

In order to dispose of the bodies, the drug traffickers in Los Zetas chose to burn them at high temperatures and then pile up the remaining bones for centralized disposal.

The high temperatures caused changes in the ground soil, which are very noticeable from the air, but the mountain eagle had never thought of this before.

As we all know, completely burning a person to ashes requires specialized equipment and extremely high temperatures, which drug dealers do not possess, so they resort to all sorts of bizarre methods to dispose of corpses.

There are those who kill someone and then dump the body in a secluded place...

Since the outbreak of the drug war, Mexico has repeatedly discovered hidden locations where drug cartels dump bodies...

Those places are often a valley or a hidden underground cave.

However, once such places are discovered, they will cause a huge uproar in society, and then bring external pressure and crackdowns to drug trafficking groups.

Corruption among Mexican authorities is well-known, but they have to maintain a basic level of decency due to the system based on electoral politics.

Where there is a corpse, there is a criminal case!
There are hundreds or even thousands of bodies. The government must give the voters an explanation!
Therefore, unless it is for the purpose of promoting violence and deterrence, drug cartels generally choose to dispose of the bodies.

Early giants like Sinaloa would specifically hire professionals like 'soup makers' to dispose of corpses...

First, they boil the person in a large pot, then soak them in acid to dissolve them, and finally crush the remaining bits and sprinkle them into the river, or simply bury them in a pit.

This sounds very troublesome, but compared to digging a deep pit for each body, although the workload is not small, it will leave no loose ends.

Because boiled or soaked bodies cannot undergo accurate DNA testing, meaning their identities cannot be determined, the police have no way to investigate.

However, not everyone can be a 'soup maker', and the efficiency of handling corpses is indeed not high.

So Mexican drug traffickers racked their brains and devised various methods to dispose of corpses...

Some were buried deep in pits...

However, burying deep underground by manpower would be exhausting, so machinery is needed to help.

Driving large machinery like excavators to remote and uninhabited areas is inherently difficult, making it not only troublesome but also very costly.

If you're going to do this in an area where people are active, you might as well just find a cave and dump the body there.

There are those who bribe crematorium staff to help...

However, crematoriums are also inefficient. Even if people can handle working overtime every day, the furnaces can't.

Some rather extreme individuals might open breeding farms... but even doing so is still very inefficient!

Finally, someone came up with this compromise that the mountain eagle had come up with...

By converting oil drums into stoves, buying coal, and adding a blower, a simple crematorium can be created.

When needed, the body is simply stuffed into the furnace, then coal is piled underneath and lit, burning for a day and a night—simple and quick…

Although the temperature of this furnace is not high enough, it is sufficient to dispose of most of the body, and the remaining parts will be relatively easy to dispose of or bury.

Take this huge pit for example. It can hold at least 500 cremated skeletons. Once it's backfilled with enough soil, and vegetation grows on it, no one will notice unless they are deliberately looking for it.

The mountain eagle had overlooked this spot before, but with Robin's guidance, it spotted many pairs of shoes lying in the bushes behind the four stoves. Among them were men's, women's, and even children's shoes…

Looking at Robin's expressionless face, Mountain Eagle said in a deep voice, "Why did you bring me to see this?"

Robin picked up a pair of sequined shoes from his feet and said somberly, "I thought I was immune to this kind of thing, but reality has shown me that it's something someone like me can't get used to..."

Robin stared intently at the mountain eagle and said seriously, "Sir, killing everyone on the farm isn't enough..."

Those damn bastards need to pay the price for their actions!
If the Arctic Fox Foundation needs enemies, they should be the targets…

Looking into Robin's fiery eyes, Mountain Eagle nodded and said, "You're right!"
So I planted a nail in Sinaloa!
My original target was the new generation of Halix, because their territory borders Sinaloa.

But then I changed my mind…

Robin looked into the eagle's eyes, and after a few seconds, he said with unprecedented seriousness, "If the Arctic Fox Foundation needs more people, then count me in!"
I will stay here until Los Zetas is destroyed!

Mountain Eagle paused for a moment, then nodded slightly and said, "The choice is yours. You've met Blood Fox and the others, and I believe you can convince them to trust you."

But before that, we need to rescue those who are still alive..."

Robin nodded solemnly, picked up his M27 rifle, and said, "There's a patrol group 200 meters ahead. Once the battle starts, I'll take care of them and try to draw the enemy's attention away from the front. You go around to the flank."

"Sir, those kidnapped people have already gone through enough. If I can help them suffer less, then taking the risk is worthwhile for me."

Mountain Eagle looked at Robin, who had suddenly become so overly compassionate, with some surprise. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I don't know why you're acting like this all of a sudden, but you've shown me what a real soldier should be like..."

"Let's do it! I promise you won't regret your decision tonight!"

Robin nodded with a somewhat somber expression, then glanced up at the northern sky. He quickly made a gesture, bent over, crossed the clearing ahead, and disappeared into a patch of grass...

Mountain Eagle glanced at his phone, which had suddenly lit up, and answered it. He said in a low voice, "Kobe, launch the attack immediately upon arrival..."

You guys are in charge of the northwest corner of the farm; leave the enemy over the barn to me!

"Relocate the border patrol team; I'm taking a group of people across the border..."

Kobe on the phone said decisively, "Mountainhawks, you don't have enough manpower. How do you plan to fight?"

The mountain eagle grinned, heading in another direction as it said with a sinister smile, "Killing is the easiest thing..."

"If they're all dead, we've won!"

………………

came back!
My condition is extremely poor after the surgery, so I need to take it easy. Updates will gradually catch up!
Thank you!

thanksgiving!

(End of this chapter)