Mountain Eagle’s clarity came from the eyes in the sky...
Tiffany verbally resisted Mountain Eagle’s authority, but when a fork in the road appeared ahead, she decisively took the turn.
At this time, the distance between the two parties was only about three hundred meters...
The moment Tiffany took the side road, she clearly saw through the rearview mirror that several cars chasing behind opened their sunroofs, and gunmen stood up from inside the cars.
"Shit..."
Watching the sandy road ahead, Mountain Eagle calmly said, "Speed up!"
Tiffany pressed down on the accelerator hard...
The heavy frame of the Chevrolet SUV, combined with its high speed, instantly kicked up sand and rocks, creating a dust barrier that obscured visibility.
"Butcher, keep up..."
Mountain Eagle contacted Butcher in the car behind through the radio, then braced himself on the front seat, eyes fixed on the road ahead...
When an overpass appeared above the road ahead, Mountain Eagle patted Tiffany’s shoulder, commanding: "Slow down, Tiffany and Butcher keep driving forward, everyone else get out of the car..."
Almost instinctively, Tiffany braked to slow down, then Mountain Eagle, Daria, and those in the following car — Post Box, Pirate, and Pigeon — simultaneously pushed the doors open and got out while the vehicles were still slowly moving...
Mountain Eagle got out, slammed the car door, and shouted loudly into the radio: "Drive slowly forward for 50 meters, then get out and find cover.
Daria, come with me to the right; Pigeon, get up on the overpass; Pirate and Post Box, take the left..."
With Mountain Eagle’s loud command, the five people swiftly split into teams to the left and right, using the overpass as cover to establish an ambush circle.
The rising sand and dust concealed the vision of the pursuers behind, and four large SUVs loaded with gunmen rushed into the dust zone quickly. When they passed the underpass of the bridge, they spotted the vehicles that had stopped ahead and saw Tiffany and Butcher disembarking to establish a defense line.
Tiffany’s deceleration had reduced the dust, improving visibility enough for them to see several meters ahead.
Anybody experienced knew it was irrational to charge forward on such a narrow road when facing gun muzzles, so they instinctively chose to brake.
The four large SUVs stopped after passing through the underpass of the highway bridge by several meters, then nearly twenty gunmen rushed out of the vehicles...
Their weapons were top-notch, all of them high-quality AR-15s with small conch scopes, and their manner was fierce and well-trained...
The first person to get out of the lead vehicle immediately used the car door for cover, launching an attack on Butcher and Daria.
When the people behind got out and began firing, their first move was to spread to the side. Ten people split into two teams and charged into the sand and stone wastes on both sides, attempting to outflank Butcher’s team on both flanks.
This was a typical military maneuver, completely deviating from gang habits.
However, they hadn’t considered that their opponents this time would be so strong, capable of setting up a trap in such short time...
Just as they had landed and were not yet stable, four smoke bombs flew over a dozen meters and landed among them. As the thick smoke billowed, Mountain Eagle and his team launched a surprise attack from the gunmen’s rear oblique sides.
The numbers were uneven, but the smoke gave those equipped with tactical glasses, like Mountain Eagle and his team, an overwhelming tactical advantage.
The distance of several meters was too close!
When Mountain Eagle and his team used the foundation piles under the bridge as cover to launch a surprise attack on the gunmen, they showed no power to fight back.
"Tap tap tap..."
"Tap tap tap..."
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The UMP45 wasn’t overly loud, and its power was only moderate, but it delivered fatal damage...
A bald black man watched his companion’s cheek cave in as if struck by a hammer, then the back of his skull burst open, splashing a mixture of brain and blood...
Watching his companion take two dazed steps before collapsing onto the ground, the bald black man crouched between two vehicles and let out a cry of terror...
"It’s a trap, behind..." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel✶fire.net
"Pop"
A bullet shot from above hit his forehead, slamming his head violently backward against the bumper of the front vehicle...
A black man trying to find cover in the smoke while dragging a wounded man saw the bald black man’s head burst, and in terror, he lay flat on the ground, scrambling to crawl under a car...
"Sniper, on top of the overpass..."
"Pop"
The rapidly crawling black man didn’t finish his sentence before a bullet struck the back of his head...
The bullet entered the back of his head and exited below the bridge of his nose, resulting in a horrific wound with shattered upper jaw.
The sight of his gruesome death caused a gunman, blindly firing behind a tire, to break down...
"Ah..."
The panicked gunman raised his weapon and fired blindly in the direction of the overpass. After firing a volley, he stood up, attempting to run toward the open field free from smoke.
"Tap tap tap"
"Tap"
Three bullets struck his body, causing him to stagger. Another bullet hit his temple, instantly dissipating his mobility, and he tumbled to the ground like a dog tripped mid-run.
Mountain Eagle and their team of seven had surrounded over twenty enemies, knocking down nearly half of them with their first wave of offense.
That was the crushing effect of tactical superiority!
Unless there was an absolute gap in equipment, training, or capability, there would be no reversal of the situation, regardless of how well-trained one might be.
The gang of black men exuded a strong military aura, had received sufficient training, and even had enough experience...
But it was useless!
When they regrouped and started using the vehicles for cover, trying to initiate a counterattack and suppression, Tiffany and Butcher didn’t need Mountain Eagle’s call to start pushing a Chevrolet backward while retreating and compressing the enemy’s space...
At this moment, the most threatening thing to those black gunmen was actually Pigeon, the sniper stationed high on the overpass.
They couldn’t see through the smoke, but some of the experienced ones quickly deduced the direction of Pigeon based on the angle of the incoming bullets...
"Sniper on the highway bridge at six o’clock, we have to take him out, or we’re done...
Listen to me, I will count one, two, three..."
A black man with dreadlocks squatted beside a car tire, rapidly changing his magazine while loudly calling out to his teammates...
Hearing the echoes from nearby comrades, the dreadlocked black man took a few quick breaths and bellowed, "One, two, three..."
As soon as he finished shouting and held his breath to take a stand and aim at the highway bridge, a bullet from the flank struck his ribs...
The bullet penetrated the gap in the Bullet-Proof Vest and entered just inches below his armpit, causing immediate heart failure which tightened the dreadlocked black man’s body...
"Bang bang bang bang..."
As the dreadlocked black man fell to the ground, his twitching finger pulled the trigger, knocking down two nearby comrades...
Then the gunners who stood up with him, attempting to suppress Pigeon, were hit from three different directions...
"Pigeon, call them out by name, everyone else keep them suppressed..."
By now, Mountain Eagle was already leading Daria, using the smoke as cover, to the enemies’ flank...
Facing almost defenseless enemies, Mountain Eagle gestured for Daria to lie flat on the ground, then the two started alternating suppression...
"Tap tap tap..."
"Change magazine..."
"Tap tap tap..."
"Change magazine..."
The rhythmic firing allowed the UMP45 to maintain sustained firepower, suppressing the enemies and making them clueless about where to hide, as if danger lurked in every direction...
As the smoke slowly dispersed with the wind, two desperate black gunmen, seeing that they couldn’t drag their panic-stricken comrades who were doing nothing but wailing and crying, abandoned their weapons and crawled out from under the cars, attempting to flee to the left.
But before they could get a few meters away, they were brought down by Pirate and Post Box...
Mountain Eagle stood up with Daria and made a small arc, using the vehicles as cover to get behind the last two gunmen...
Watching the two black men huddled between the cars, crying loudly and wailing, Mountain Eagle pressed down Daria’s muzzle, pulled out his pistol, and shot each of the black men’s thighs, then pulled out the two terrified gunmen, confiscated their weapons, and made them lie face down...
Then he said over the radio, "Tiffany, Butcher, start the vehicles, Pirate, Post Box, burn these cars..."
As he spoke, Mountain Eagle ran in the direction of Tiffany, made a circle gesture over his head, and shouted, "Let’s go, drive along this road, find a suitable place to switch cars..."
Tiffany saw the tragic scene of the battle and couldn’t help but exclaim...
"Oh my god! The FBI folks are going to lose it!"
Mountain Eagle ignored Tiffany’s sigh of emotion; he opened the car door, got into the back seat, and kept urging everyone to speed up...
It was only after the four large SUVs behind them burst into flames and the vehicles started moving forward that Mountain Eagle slightly relaxed...
Because through Crow, he saw that several kilometers away on the highway, more vehicles carrying gunmen were heading this way.
Tiffany looked at Mountain Eagle through the rearview mirror, whose face didn’t look great, and couldn’t resist saying, "Why leave survivors? That’s not like you!"
Mountain Eagle found this slightly grating comment irritating, and with a frown, he said, "What should my style be?
Cut up everyone who’s malicious towards me into pieces like a Madman?"
Speaking, Mountain Eagle looked at Tiffany, who had closed her mouth, he knew he might have overreacted, and continued, "I need someone to send a message for me. Those two scared guys are good for that.
Sometimes screams are more persuasive than corpses, just like released prisoners on the battlefield can more easily shake the enemy’s morale than dead ones!"
After concluding his thoughts, Mountain Eagle took a moment, then took out his phone and dialed Blood Fox’s number...
"Mountain Eagle, how are you doing?"
Hearing Blood Fox’s voice from the phone, Mountain Eagle said grimly, "Not good at all, I feel like I’m caught in a vortex..."
Blood Fox responded seriously, "What do you want me to do?"
Mountain Eagle spoke gravely, "Haitian Gang, have Arctic Fox’s people take some action..."
"No problem!"
Blood Fox paused for a moment and added, "Arctic Fox lost two people in Morocco, they took someone’s money, and have been in touch with several big companies..."
Mountain Eagle was startled for a second, shook his head and said, "Do you think the problem is solved?"
Blood Fox hesitated, then said, "I don’t know..."
Mountain Eagle sighed and said, "Silver Fox isn’t doing well; he’s either too hard or too soft. I always feel this guy is influenced by others.
I’ve arranged a decent deal for Arctic Fox to stabilize them for a while...
Blood Fox, this is Silver Fox’s last chance!
If he doesn’t do as I asked, I’ll wash my hands of it!"
Blood Fox was silent for a few seconds, then sighed and said, "I’ll persuade him!
What else do you need me to do?"
Mountain Eagle knew Blood Fox was actually distressed. He pondered a bit and said, "I need to expand the scope of retaliation...
I can’t just be passively coping. From now on, anyone who attacks me, I’ll make them pay a heavy price.
The Haitian Gang is just the beginning, Round Table Knight’s people should have arrived in Los Angeles by now, I need you to communicate with Galahad, tell them to follow my orders..."
Blood Fox said with an ominous tone, "Round Table Knight?"
He then chuckled and added, "I get it, Round Table Knight is your Plan B!
Kid, you make me feel really old!"
Mountain Eagle helplessly said, "If you really felt old, you wouldn’t get yourself into such big trouble..."
As Mountain Eagle said this, he watched through Crow the situation of the scene they had left behind, saw the two wounded black gunmen getting silenced, took a deep breath, and said, "If it’s going to be brutal, bring it on..."