Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

The head of the Border Services Agency is named Michael Ryan…

The events that have unfolded in Laredo in recent days have put immense pressure on Director Rennes!
The 'Bangkok Team,' affiliated with the FBI, was stationed in the border agency's refugee management area and began collecting statements and evidence from the rescued hostages.

Renn had a premonition that his collaboration with Los Zetas in smuggling human and contraband would soon be exposed.

Ever since he was taken hostage at the Laredo police station, Renn has been making endless phone calls, but the responses he receives are mostly indifferent. Occasionally, someone he is close to will reply with a few words, but they are always stern warnings.

Renn knew he probably wouldn't make it through this time, so after finishing his workday that evening, he drove back to his home in the northern part of Laredo...

But the moment he got out of the car, his professional instincts told him that something was wrong...

His son and daughter, who usually greeted him when he drove into the driveway, were nowhere to be seen. The lights were on, but his wife, who should have been standing by the kitchen stove, was not there. Only a pot of steaming soup indicated that someone should be home.

Ryan drew his pistol, cocked it quickly, then gently pushed open the car door, got out, and walked around to the back of the house, intending to enter through the back door to investigate.

But when he entered the house, he was surprised to find his wife and children laughing and talking with two men in the living room...

When Ryan's wife noticed him, he instinctively hid his pistol behind his back, then forced a smile, took his wife's arm as she approached, and stared at the two men sitting on the living room sofa, asking, "Who are they?"

His wife looked at him strangely and said, "Honey, they said they're your colleagues..."

Raine realized the visitor might be related to the events of the past two days, so he nodded grimly and said to his wife, "The soup you were making in the kitchen should be ready by now. Have the children come upstairs; I need to talk to them..."

As he spoke, Ryan walked into the living room. He saw his twelve-year-old son and daughter playing around with the latest tablets, laughing and joking. He said in a deep voice, "Billy, take your sister upstairs..."

The twelve-year-old boy complained somewhat reluctantly, "Oh, Dad, let me play a little longer. Julian is teaching me how to use social media. A Mexican girl just said hi to me."

Raine glanced at the handsome young man sitting quietly on the sofa with a shy smile on his face. Suppressing his anger, he said in a deep voice, "I said, go upstairs..."

Seeing that his father was angry, the boy reluctantly took his sister's hand. Just as they were about to leave, the mountain eagle, who had been sitting in a single seat with his back to Ryan, stopped them, then turned to Ryan and said, "Why are you letting them leave?"

Children should learn more about their fathers…

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle reached out and ruffled Billy's hair, saying, "You know what? Your dad lets tens of thousands of Mexican refugees into America every year..."

Billy, who grew up during the Obama era, shrugged and said, "What's wrong with that? I've heard Mexico is terrible. If those people can find work in America, why not?"

Mountain Eagle nodded with a smile and said, "Of course this is a good thing, so I'm here to give your father an award..."

Because he not only lets tens of thousands of illegal immigrants into the country every year, but also picks out the good-looking boys and girls and sells them to people who want them.

Many of the children inside are about your age…

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle turned to look at Ryan, who was trying to draw his gun. He raised the pistol in his right hand and said with a smile, "Ryan, you should recognize me by now. You know what I do, so don't mess around, because you're definitely not as fast as me..."

At this moment, sweat began to bead on Ryan's forehead. He looked at his two children and the gun in Mountain Eagle's hand. Frustrated, he pulled out the pistol from his back waistband, slowly placed it on the entryway beside him, and said with his hands outstretched, "Mountain Eagle, you are an advisor to the Department of Homeland Security. You can't do anything reckless!"

I'm cooperating with the 'Bangkok team,' and if there's any misunderstanding between us, we can sit down and talk it over. Let my wife and children leave here; whatever you want to know, I'll tell you!

Alliances of interests inherently possess no loyalty; they only weigh the pros and cons when they are within the system, because the law allows for negotiation. Whether or not to betray an alliance depends on their own judgment.

They will only keep secrets for their alliance if they can gain more by keeping secrets!

However, this approach generally fails when faced with pure brute force...

At this moment, the mountain eagle represents pure violence!
Because he doesn't actually 'exist'; he should be in the Laredo police station right now, where nearly a hundred police hostages can testify!

Ryan had clearly figured this out, which was why he seemed so nervous...

Bad people are never stingy with using the most malicious methods to speculate about others. When Mountain Eagle chose to show his face in front of his family, he judged that if he couldn't give Mountain Eagle what he wanted, then his family would probably be doomed.

In a two-on-one situation, it was clear that he couldn't win. With his belly already quite large, Ryan wisely chose to lay down his weapon and started to appeal to Mountain Eagle's emotions, while using his position as a Homeland Security advisor to try and restrain him from acting recklessly.

Unfortunately, Mountain Eagle wasn't buying it at all. He brought Julian and his gang of psychopaths, and he wasn't going to let things slide.

Seeing that Ryan had put down his weapon, Mountain Eagle smiled and ruffled the hair of the stunned boy Billy, saying, "Your father is a great butcher. Every year he collaborates with Los Zetas to send hundreds or thousands of kids like you to a bunch of crazy perverts."

Have you ever seen B-movies? There are a lot of perverts in them who like children and will hurt kids around your age...

Your father made a lot of money. The private school you attended, your autographed jersey, and all of your mother's expensive jewelry were all bought with that money.

Your father is amazing, he took very good care of you all…

Billy, a child raised in a liberal atmosphere, looked at his father incredulously as he listened to Mountain Eagle's description and shouted angrily, "Is this all true?"
Why did you do that?

Ryan was on the verge of collapse. Looking at his son's angry expression and his daughter's bewildered look, he didn't bother to explain to his son. Instead, he pleaded with the mountain eagle, "What do you want?"

Mountain Eagle pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, took a deep drag, glanced at Mrs. Rain, whose mouth was covered by Julian, then smiled, took out his phone, turned on the recording mode, and said, "I want justice!"
I need your client list accumulated over the years...

Don't tell me you don't have it, then you're useless!

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle pointed at Julian and said with a smile, "Do you know who he is?"

His name is Julian, a chef, but he likes to use human bodies as ingredients in his dishes...

I brought you a gift when I came, and I'll treat you to a big meal...

You can invite your family along, or you can transfer all the money to an account I designate and let me arrange for someone to take them to El Salvador.

I cannot guarantee they will live a wealthy life, but I can guarantee their safety in El Salvador!

So, shall we make a deal? (End of Chapter)