Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 534: The Art of Explosion
Mountain Eagle was a little curious about the so-called "scapegoat". He shifted his attention and looked through the crow, and found that a convoy of assorted gangsters had entered the state park and were moving towards his direction.

Those flashy, shabby cars and the guys sitting inside them all showed Shanying that this was a gangster convoy.

Just as Shanying frowned and wanted to speak, his cell phone rang...

Looking at the name of Mathias, Shanying answered the call and said, "I'm very busy right now. What's the matter?"

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Mathias, who was on the roof of a small building in Pasadena, looked through a scope at York, a Haitian gang leader, who was in a small apartment a few hundred meters away...

Hearing the voice of Mountain Eagle on the phone, he said with a cold expression: "I want to inform you that the boss of the Haitian gang, York, is dead!"

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Mountain Eagle was stunned for a moment, and once again checked the gangster gunmen who were about to go up the mountain through Crow, and then said uncertainly: "Dead? Then where did the gangsters who are looking for me now come from?"

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"They were sent by York to kill you an hour ago, but don't worry, he will die soon..."

Mathias watched as his target York stood up and walked into the bathroom. He pulled the trigger the moment York closed the door and sat on the toilet...

"Snapped"

A bullet passed through the glass of the narrow air window and hit the black man York's temple...

Matthias turned the muzzle of the gun and observed for a while. He found that the two bodyguards who stayed in the living room did not find any problems. He nodded with satisfaction...

"Now he's dead!"

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Shanying was so angry at Mathias's behavior that he laughed. He said unhappily, "So I am the ginseng fruit that helps you attract attention...

So what should I do now? If I hold up a sign to tell the guys coming here that their boss is dead, will they evacuate?"

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"No, don't forget that you are worth 2000 million. Now that the boss is dead, the rest of you can get more!"

Mathias put away the sniper rifle in front of him, quickly disassembled and packed it, then stood up and walked into the safe staircase...

“There should be gunmen from the Mexican and Salvadoran gangs among them. I heard that the Mexican gang hired a team of Venezuelan mercenaries.

Be careful and kill them all if possible, it will make my job easier."

As Matthias was talking, he came downstairs and disappeared into the night of Pasadena a few minutes later...

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Shanying hung up the phone, walked out of the cabin, and looked at the disfigured old man Lanmalok who had been sitting on a chair and fiddling with a remote control...

"I heard you're a great blaster. Can you take out those guys? They're cannon fodder. I don't want to waste my time on them."

Lanmarok touched the burn on his cheek and glanced at Galahad who came out of the cabin...

The old man smiled and said in a hoarse voice: "It seems that you have reached an agreement, so I will celebrate in advance..."

As Lanmalock spoke, he held a handheld computer in one hand and used the drone to observe the location of the gangster convoy, and held the remote control in the other hand...

"In fact, explosion is a kind of art, but many people don't understand it..."

The camel next to him said sarcastically, "If you like art so much, why don't you make fireworks?
You crazy son of a bitch can't even face the enemy head on!"

Lanmalock didn’t seem to mind Camel’s hostility at all, he stared at the PDA and said nonchalantly: “I eliminated the enemy!
If both end in death, what's the difference between being blown up and being shot?"

Just as the camel was about to speak, Lanmarok pressed a button on the remote control...

"Boom boom boom boom..."

A series of dull explosions that didn't sound like explosions at all rang out...

On both sides of the not-so-wide mountain path, when the gangster convoy rushed up, there were flashes of red light from firecrackers exploding. Then the thick gray-black smoke did not rise upwards, but as if it was set, it enveloped the convoy like a pair of clasped hands.

To be honest, the power of the explosion trap set by Lanmalok was not great, but the damage it caused was extremely terrifying!
The steel balls combined with C4 were used in a directional blasting manner, paralyzing the entire convoy in almost an instant.

Driven by the directional explosion, countless small steel balls hit both sides of the convoy like needles from a rainstorm, making countless small holes in the vehicle bodies.

Faced with such an attack, the people in the car had no ability to resist at all and could only watch as the steel balls pierced through the car door and penetrated into their bodies.

Lanmarok was not exaggerating, this series of explosions was indeed a work of art...

The noise was small and the killing was precise. Apart from the trees on both sides of the road being riddled with holes and a cloud of smoke covering a mountain path of about 100 meters, the attack was truly environmentally friendly.

However, what surprised Shanying was that not many people in the convoy died directly after facing an explosion of this scale.

When the Crow flew low into the smoke and passed over the convoy, the Eagle was surprised to see that most of the black gunmen were still able to move. They held their waists and abdomens, pushed the doors and got out of the car, and after walking a few steps, they fell to the ground due to inhaling the smoke.

Lanmarok's viciousness was fully demonstrated at this moment, as if everything was planned...

From the explosion to the gathering of smoke, the old guy took all the damage into account, using a not-so-violent explosion to injure the opponent, and then using poisonous smoke to suck out the last bit of life from the enemy.

It’s really not a waste at all!
Only one team equipped with bulletproof vests and helmets showed more experience. Unlike those panicked gangster gunmen, they did not want to escape along the path after getting out of the car. Instead, they covered their mouths and noses and supported each other and rushed to the woods on one side... Just when they rushed out of the smoke, wanted to take a breath and go down the mountain, a team of 6 Indians appeared on their flank.

These Indians behaved very professionally. They seemed to have known what was going to happen, so they showed up wearing gas masks.

The moment the fleeing team appeared in their sight, they pulled the trigger!
"Clap clap clap clap..."

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A series of bullets caught the fleeing soldiers off guard. Two of them were killed on the spot. The rest bounced up as if they were pricked by needles and rolled into the nearby bushes, launching a counterattack under the cover of large trees.

The fleeing soldiers were using older FAL automatic rifles and were clearly more adapted to jungle warfare than the attacking Indians.

After creating distance and layers, the counterattack of these fleeing soldiers caused casualties to the relatively concentrated Indians.

As an Indian's head was pierced through his gas mask, his comrades beside him shouted angrily...

"Spread out, cover me, change the magazine, kill them..."

The Indian who was shouting squatted behind a big tree, quickly replaced a new magazine, and carefully put the empty magazine into the pocket on his waist, then raised the gun and pulled the trigger at the enemy...

"click"

The famous British rifle L85A2 has become the "worst rifle" in the hands of these Indians...

Except for the first round of raid, three of the remaining five people suddenly got stuck!

The Indians' funny performance stunned the fleeing team. He subconsciously sent half of the people to go around the Indians' flank, trying to suppress them and cover the others to retreat down the mountain.

Just as the Indians realized what was happening and shouted to split into three to intercept them, a series of green lights that could only be seen through night vision goggles hit the fleeing team...

"Da da da da..."

The crisp sound of the machine gun was like a woodpecker struggling with an iron pan. The sound was not loud, but the bullets were extremely deadly.

The three mercenaries who took a detour fell to the ground and died almost instantly!

Just when the Indians had not yet reacted, the crisp sound of machine gun fire rang out again, and this time the gunfire broke out from behind them.

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

The rhythmic three-round burst of gunfire drove the mercenaries who were relying on bushes and trees for cover to flee in panic.

Then several dull gunshots were heard in the woods, and the mercenaries fell stiffly on the road of escape as if they had been electrocuted.

Just when the Indians were stunned, the voice of the bull head sounded on the radio...

"The Knights of the Round Table are counting on these useless Indians to save them?"

As soon as Niutou finished speaking, the Indians shouted, "There's something wrong with my gun!"

Niutou sneered and said, "Your guns are bad, but you are worse!

Do you know why Galahad gave you such crappy guns?

Because he knows that Indians are all idiots and don't know how to maintain their weapons!"

Just when an Indian was about to retort, a guy in a ghillie suit suddenly appeared behind him, grabbed his neck hard, and said in a deep voice in London dialect: "Enough, shut up, and go back to your seats.

You have lost enough people!"

The guy pressed the radio and said, "That's enough, Niutou, is it fun to humiliate the newcomers?"

Niutou sneered and said: "You are the 'primer', right? Do you think what I said is wrong?

When you start recruiting cannon fodder, you will no longer be a match for the Arctic Foxes..."

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While Shanying was talking nonsense to Niutou, he spread his hands to Galahad, who had no expression on his face, and said, "Brother, business in Syria is very profitable, but if you use this kind of stuff to work there, I won't recognize you."

Galahad nodded slightly and said, "Actually they are very good, but you are the one who pays, so whatever you say is right."

Galahad said as he looked at Lanmarok who was staring at the PDA next to him, and said in a deep voice: "Is the real enemy coming up?"

Lan Malok nodded slightly and said, "The next battle is going to be tough. The people from the Titan Group seem very aggressive..."

"Dong dong dong..."

"Boom boom boom..."

A series of rifle grenades exploded in the woods around the cabin...

The moment the explosion sounded, Camel raised his middle finger to the calm Lanmarok, then picked up an M110A1 and rushed to the back of the wooden house with the Mountain Eagle...

Eddie put on a tactical backpack, raised his middle finger to Lanmarok, turned around and rushed into the nearby woods...

"Ham, take out their grenade launchers..."

(End of this chapter)