Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 673 Angel of Death
Off the coast of Alaska...

The sea near the Arctic has never been a calm little girl. The three or four meter high waves push the ships on the sea up and down like chess pieces.

The darkness makes the boundless sea particularly terrifying...

When the sunlight disappeared, the sea water, which was gray-blue during the day, turned into ink, as if anyone would be swallowed up if they fell into it.

A 3-ton modified cargo ship was floating on the sea, and a shrill alarm sounded on the ship...

The occasional gunshots from inside the cabin let people know that things were not peaceful inside.

Several extra-bright incandescent lights on the ship's upper deck began to search around, looking for anyone who might be hiding on the deck.

A large number of armed guards rushed out of the cabin, looking around anxiously and panic-stricken.

At this moment, several men in black standing in the middle of the deck stood up with rifles in hand...

"Clap clap clap clap..."

A series of shots sent the guards rushing out of the cabin running away in panic...

Just as more guards inside the cabin wanted to rush out to surround the men in black, the men in black fired two RPGs at them.

Seven or eight of the cargo ship's guards, who were not fully prepared to begin with, were killed in the explosion because they were hiding in the narrow exit of the cabin.

"Go down..."

Several men in black acted as cover, while several others quickly used rappelling equipment to tie themselves together with several guys in orange prison uniforms, then climbed over the fence, grabbed the ropes and jumped down.

"what……"

Amid screams of terror, the first group of two people successfully fell into the dark sea and did not die.

At great risk, a rubber boat rushed to the side of the huge ship in the three or four meter high waves, quickly pulled the two people onto the boat, and then drove away quickly.

Rescue in this environment cannot be smooth sailing...

Even though the guards on the cargo ship were ill-prepared and lacked firepower and manpower, these men in black still suffered non-combat casualties during the rappelling.

Of the eight groups of men in black carrying prisoners, only six managed to board the rubber boats. The other two groups were sucked under the turbulence created by the heaving cargo ship the moment they fell into the water and disappeared.

Among the six successful groups, another rubber boat collided with the cargo ship due to the impact of the waves, and was pressed into the seabed like a toy.

………………

A few kilometers away on a crab boat...

The handsome angel of death heard the reports coming from the radio from time to time. He covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed a few times, then picked up the radio...

"Ship No. 2 will put some pressure on the freighter, while Ships No. 3 and No. 4 will pick them up...

Remember, after receiving the people, evacuate in two directions. There is a cargo ship 90 nautical miles away to receive them. Everyone should act according to our predetermined plan..."

After saying this, the Angel of Death put down the radio and picked up the satellite phone...

"Basavich and Anas Libya have been rescued. Let the Libyan side prepare. I will have people make some noise in Syria to attract NATO's attention. You are responsible for making what we need in Libya."

The person on the other end of the satellite phone was silent for a moment, then said, "Hafali, what about you? Where are you going?"

The Angel of Death coughed a few times and said, "I will go to Canada, my brother. I don't have much time left, and I will use the last period of time to make a final attempt.

I need weapons, weapons that can make Americans tremble, so there must be no problems in Libya.

Anas al-Libi is a close confidant of Gaddafi. He can help us find Gaddafi's secret arsenal and use those things to trade with the al-Qaeda in Libya. They will protect and assist us...

Basavich can turn the radioactive material we get from the French into a dirty bomb, and that is our real leverage."

The Angel of Death Hafali paused and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "My brother, you are the prince of Isis. If I die, you need to lead the rest of us to complete our cause!

The remaining prisoners are all very important figures. They are all your bargaining chips. If you use them well, you can use the power of the US military and even NATO to eliminate the opposition voices within ISIS."

The person on the other end of the satellite phone was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Where's Shanying? Is he dead?"

The Angel of Death Hafali looked at the dark sea outside, shook his head and said, "I don't know, I prepared a trap for him, I don't know what the result was, I have cut off the connection with Anchorage.

My brother, that mountain eagle is very dangerous. If my plan fails this time, I suggest you put him aside for the time being and focus on the task at hand."

“Hafali, ever since that mountain eagle showed up, my work has become difficult, and all of Arctic Fox’s channels and businesses have been tightened.

It is already difficult for me to collect NATO intelligence through the Arctic Fox channel. Without intelligence support, the risk of doing anything we do will increase.

Moreover, Silver Fox has announced the termination of the plan to select new members. In the future, the Arctic Fox Mercenary Group is likely to fall into the hands of Mountain Eagle. We need a lot of funds and a shell that can move around without being suspected. There is no one more suitable than the Arctic Fox.

The mountain eagle must die, and if necessary, I will do it myself!"

After hearing this, the Angel of Death Hafali was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "I understand. If this ambush fails, I will send more people.

We have trained a lot of good guys at Arctic Fox’s Alaska base, and they can handle it…”

"Hafali, I know what you want to do. Don't try to fool me. The mountain eagle must die..."

The Angel of Death Hafali looked at the sea in the distance. He said softly, "I know." Then he hung up the phone, thought for a while, and then made a call...

"I want that mountain eagle to die, otherwise all our previous agreements will be invalidated..."

An angry male voice suddenly sounded on the other end of the phone...

“Fuck, what the fuck are you talking about?
We have already cooperated with you, and you are not qualified to make additional requests. "

The Angel of Death Hafali coughed a few times and sneered, “You cooperated with me because you wanted more.

Don't forget that the Marriott Hotel is still in my hands. I can make the people inside surrender, or I can let them turn the hotel into a morgue.

There are also VX gas raw materials, I can..."

"OK, OK, you untrustworthy bastard, this is the last time. If you don't follow our instructions, you will pay the price for everything you do now..."

As he was talking, the person on the phone seemed to hear the movement of the sea here, and he suddenly asked: "Where are you?"

Hafali covered his chest and coughed a few times, then said with a smile: "I am at a sunny beach, I like this kind of weather..."

The person on the phone suddenly shouted, "Fuck, it was you who attacked the Titan Group's offshore prison...

Are you crazy? We have an agreement..."

Hafari sat down on the chair, stretched his stiff neck, and said, "Our agreement does not stipulate that I cannot do anything unplanned.

I sold the French to you, agreed to and assisted your operations in Syria, and even sold out several ISIS leaders to you, helping you to make tens of millions of dollars in northern Syria.

What else do you want from me?
You say I'm a terrorist, is there anything wrong with me doing something that is consistent with my identity?

Man, you have no way out now. I want that mountain eagle to die, otherwise the agreement between us will be invalid!
I'm a terrorist, you can't sue me in court, right?"

When the person on the other end of the phone heard this, he shouted angrily: "Fuck you, you will regret talking to me in this tone..."

The Angel of Death Hafali said indifferently: "I actually admire that Mountain Eagle. He made me understand one thing, that is, you have many internal conflicts...

William Hurt of the Senate Pillar Group, if the people he represents knew that the VX gas raw materials came out of America through your hands, how do you think they would feel?
Only if I cooperate with you can you package those raw materials as evidence that Syria has developed chemical weapons, otherwise they will become evidence to accuse those people.

Man, I know a lot more than you think, but I'm still happy to work with you, and you won't let me down, right?"

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and then said in a slightly heavy tone: "You don't even know what kind of person you are negotiating with. Even if you win this time, you will pay the price in the future.

Hafali, the fact that we have chosen to work with you shows that we know you very well.

Your French spy lover is in our hands now, and we know that you have hidden your wife and children in Iraq..."

The Angel of Death Hafali listened, chuckled, and said, "You can kill them and see how things develop...

You Americans are always so arrogant. You think you can control everything, but in fact you can't do anything except let the media brag about your achievements.

You have achieved nothing in Syria and suffered heavy losses in Afghanistan.

You were kicked out of Libya by France, and a guy called Jackal treated your special forces like dogs.

It was me, it was me who allowed you to maintain your last bit of dignity...

So, let that mountain eagle die!

This way our business can continue, and you can still sit in your current position, waiting for your blonde secretary to knock on the door every day to save your miserable middle-aged life."

After hearing this, the person on the other end of the phone shouted angrily, "You actually monitored me?"

The Angel of Death Hafali sneered and said, “You sent an undercover agent to my wife and children and asked her to brainwash them. I didn’t say anything or do anything.

I just made friends with a few people around you, why are you so excited?
Did you know that your daughter is taking drugs and your wife sleeps with the courier every week?
I know!"

"Fuck, why is it Mountain Eagle? That guy is hard to deal with..."

(End of this chapter)