Tiffany got up early the next morning as if wound up by a spring...

Today she didn't join Mountain Eagle for a mountain run; instead, like Miranda before her, she began wandering around the cabin, marking positions for ambush spots.

The Tiffany family's cabin is quite old, but the logs with a diameter of over thirty centimeters are still reliable. Just some interior reinforcements could satisfy the needs for a cover.

Sandbags were stacked under the porches at the front and back of the cabin, making it a makeshift fort.

However, holding out would undoubtedly be the stupidest choice, so it's necessary to set up firing points on the outskirts to create crossfire with the cabin interior and also serve as cover for a rolling retreat.

Tiffany, with a mission at hand, shook off the restlessness and depression of the preceding days, and, with Butcher and the others acting as laborers...

Reinforced the cabin's interior for protection, and used sandbags and wood to establish positions outside, everything was done in an orderly manner, completing the work in just under 8 hours.

While everyone was busy, Mountain Eagle took the opportunity to replace all ammunition with armor-piercing bullets that had better penetration, then packed the magazines in bundles, placing them at every position suitable for external ambush.

Others might not be aware, but Mountain Eagle had already seen through Crow a group of people avoiding the FBI team hidden by the highway at the foot of the mountain. They had entered the uninhabited northern mountains from another direction and were closing in on the cabin.

These people were very familiar with the FBI's personnel deployment, seeming to also clearly understand that the FBI was ready to pounce at any moment, thus they arranged for more than forty people, intending to gobble up Mountain Eagle and his team before the FBI could clamp down on them from behind.

Crow's biomimetic state allowed Mountain Eagle to observe these people closely on multiple occasions...

They were all wearing heavy bullet-proof vests, equipped with military-grade Christmas trees, ranging from automatic rifles to light machine guns, and standard-issue smoke bombs and hand grenades.

Moreover, each of their helmets was equipped with the amazingly expensive quadruple night vision goggles; their gear was absolutely luxurious, more "Seal" than the Seals, and more "Delta" than Delta.

Seeing this, Mountain Eagle wasn't sure whether he should feel flattered by the enemy's high regard for him. Apart from the lack of helicopters, the force that raided Bin Laden was pretty much the same.

So, while Tiffany was busily directing Butcher and the rest around the cabin, Mountain Eagle carried a large bag and entered the nearby woods.

Due to the limitations of the agreement with the FBI, Mountain Eagle and his group couldn't recklessly use weapons with significant destructive power, such as Claymore Mines. Therefore, he could only use plastic explosives combined with assorted shrapnel to make several simple remote-controlled IEDs.

By the time Mountain Eagle had set these remote-controlled bombs and returned to the cabin, the sky had gradually darkened.

Since everyone might be separated and busy for a while, Mountain Eagle took the initiative to cook, taking out some of the remaining good ingredients to make dishes...

Several kilograms of roasted beef, a high-calorie pot of potato beef stew, a vegetable salad, and a pot of vegetable soup.

Butcher and the rest knew Mountain Eagle well. Seeing him cooking in silence, they understood that their boss was in a tense state.

Even Daria, who loved to stick to the boss, put away her coquettish demeanor, voluntarily put on her combat uniform, kept her gun on her back while eating, and placed her tactical backpack by the door, ready to grab and go at any moment.

Everyone finished the delicious dinner in silence and then gathered on the porch, drinking water and chatting...

By then the sky had turned completely dark, and it was going to rain tonight. Under the cover of the clouds, not a glimmer of starlight could be seen.

The darkness brought immense pressure, and the lush trees that looked vibrant during the day seemed oppressive with their branches swaying in the breeze at this dark moment.

This feeling of tension, as if a storm was imminent, made Tiffany feel very uncomfortable…

Looking at Mountain Eagle, whose face had become slightly somber, Tiffany said in a deep voice, "Is there something I don't know that has happened?"

Mountain Eagle looked up at the sky, then pointed to his ear and said, "Listen carefully. What can you hear?"

Tiffany looked at the dark sky and listened for a while before shaking her head, "Aside from the wind, I can't make out anything else..."

Mountain Eagle hummed with his nose and then said with a smile, "It's a drone. Someone is spying on us.

I don't know if it's the FBI or our enemies. Perhaps it's both!"

Saying this, Mountain Eagle looked at Tiffany, who looked shocked. He smiled and tapped the tactical glasses on his face, "Our tactical glasses can perform multi-mode observations...

The two drones are flying low, their batteries heat up while they fly, just look carefully and you can spot them."

At this time period, drones were not the mainstream in warfare, even a top team like HRT was just tentatively equipping them for testing and had not yet made drones their primary tool.

But unfamiliarity doesn't mean ignorance...

Tiffany fiddled with the frame of her tactical glasses, trying different observation modes, and soon found two faintly red glowing spots at about 300 meters above the ground using the infrared mode.

After confirming the news from Mountain Eagle, Tiffany said with a serious face, "If they can see us, that means they are very close.

What do we do next?"

Mountain Eagle glanced at the time, then surveyed the sky and noticed that one drone had already left to the north...

"It's only 9 o'clock now, the enemy wouldn't launch an attack until the FBI side lets its guard down...

I'll rest for a bit; I estimate they'll attack around one or two in the morning."

Mountain Eagle then looked at the anxious Tiffany and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, I've set up alarms to the north. If the enemy gets close, we'll know immediately.

They might be formidable and advanced, but they're human too, a bullet can kill them!

If you have any instructions, now's the time to give them..."

Tiffany trusted Mountain Eagle's judgment. She took a deep breath and said, "We can't just sit here...

The drones' batteries are limited, once they leave, I need someone to go to higher ground to surveil."

Pigeon, carrying a VSS and hugging a 'Waypoint Shotgun,' volunteered with a smile, "I'll go..."

Seeing Pigeon offering support, Tiffany turned to Butcher and said, "We need at least three people on the perimeter as a distraction..."

Butcher nodded and said, "Pirate and Post Box, go to the position north of the cabin..."

Mountain Eagle raised his hand at this moment and said, "I'll go to the attic, the position there is good, and my marksmanship isn't bad either.

Butcher, you stay on the first floor with you and Daria..."

With a solemn expression, Tiffany nodded and said, "We don't know how many enemies there are. I'd rather believe they are very well prepared, so we need to be ready to move at any time.

Does everyone remember the evacuation route I marked during the day?"

As she spoke, Tiffany looked at the others who were nodding their heads. She took a deep breath and said to Mountain Eagle, "My plan is to hold out until the FBI arrives to back us up, but I guess you have a different opinion..."

Mountain Eagle nodded as if it were a matter of course and said, "Seeing the FBI at this moment would make it difficult to proceed with a lot of things later on.

No matter how many the enemies are, we must kill them all and evacuate before the FBI gets here.

This is an important step to establish deterrence and mutual trust with the FBI..."

Tiffany nodded gravely and said, "Let's see how it goes then..."

Continuing, Tiffany laid out a hand-drawn topographic map marked with positions on the table and said, "Everyone must memorize these positions. They are the basis of our evacuation.

If I were the attacker, knowing that the FBI is surveilling the perimeter, the best and fastest way would be to surround us from three sides to force us to flee northwards and ambush us there.

We can't let them succeed..."

Mountain Eagle was very satisfied with Tiffany's clear train of thought...

At such times, it's always right to think of the enemy as a bit stronger and a bit more cunning.

Moreover, Mountain Eagle's judgment was essentially confirmed by the movements of those guys monitored by Crow.

Mountain Eagle gave Tiffany a thumbs-up and nodded, "The best plan is certainly to withstand the assault from the three sides and counterattack...

The number of enemies might be many, but as you said, they can't afford to delay, so they'll need to keep attacking.

That will give us the opportunity to eliminate them."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle stood up, stretched his body, and said with a smile, "I'll go to the attic. You all put on bullet-proof vests and helmets, then find a place to rest for a while...

Don't worry, we are better prepared, so we're going to win!"

...

Just as Mountain Eagle and the others were moving to their respective positions, the enemy had already reached a location only about 2 kilometers away from them.

These people were not in a hurry to attack but spread out to form a half-encirclement...

Apart from one team staying near a small road at the bottom of the hill on the north side to ambush, the rest of the people formed a claw, gradually closing in on the cabin from the southeast and west...

Under a big tree on the north side, a middle-aged man with a Pot Lid haircut and an indifferent expression watched the faint lights on the mountain top, holding a radio and said, "Team One is in position. After everyone is in place, hide where you are…

For synchronization, we will launch the assault at one o'clock sharp, don't let any escape."

The moment Pot Lid's voice fell, his colleagues' voices broke through the public frequency...

"Boss, they only have 7 people, aren't you being too cautious?"

"Yes, boss, they're just seven people, and intelligence shows they have no heavy weapons. There's no need to waste time here..."

"Yes..."

Hearing the chorus of agreement over the public frequency, Pot Lid shook his head with a grave expression and said, "If you knew what those guys inside did a week ago, you wouldn't be saying this...

Some tycoon offered Sam International Security Company, those bastards who only recognize money, a price of 10 million US Dollars.

Have you ever seen a 10 million dollar job?

Four terrorists' leaders we captured in Iraq combined aren't worth 10 million.

I don't know who these people are, but on their first day landing in California, they killed over forty people...

The Haitian Gang gunmen are terrible, but I have accurate information that the second wave of people they killed was a bunch of retired Rangers who did work for the gang, and the third wave was the tracking team from Titan International, led by that bastard Maltose…

They didn't even get a chance to fight back, and were killed like stray dogs, and that scumbag Maltose was turned into barbeque."

Pot Lid's words stirred the public frequency into a buzz...

"Maltose, that son of a bitch, got taken out?"

"Oh shit, that guy and his buddies used to be Delta. They got taken out just like that?"

"…"

Feeling his colleagues' restlessness, Pot Lid said in a stern voice, "Quiet, we strike at one o'clock..."

...

Mountain Eagle lay on the attic floor, his head resting on a magazine wrapped in a towel, eyes closed for rest...

At around dawn, alarms from Crow and Pigeon rang simultaneously in his ears...

"Attention, they're coming..."

Mountain Eagle grabbed the VSS, rolled over and got up in a crouch, lifting the VSS to aim out the window.

"500 meters, challenging firing angle, let them get closer, wait for my signal…"

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