Mountain Eagle hadn't expected the Silicon Valley tycoon's support to be so strong...

Even though Daniel didn't completely follow the tycoon's plan to keep Mountain Eagle safe to the letter, he smartly chose a way that Mountain Eagle liked and which was more advantageous for himself.

Those who know Mountain Eagle realize that the best way to protect him has never been to surround the place he is at, but rather to keep him on the move.

After sending away two guys who had obviously coordinated their good cop/bad cop routine, Mountain Eagle stayed up in the gym of his apartment till midnight before going to bed...

During the time when Mountain Eagle was resting, a turbulent undercurrent emerged in Southern Los Angeles...

Three gang leaders, left with only their core members after being hammered down, unexpectedly sat down together.

The leader of the Mexican Gang, Ratos, a bald middle-aged man in a floral shirt, whose gang was the most powerful and always looked down on the Haitian Gang and the Salvador Gang as country bumpkins.

But now these three had become reluctant brothers. When someone informed them of the circumstances, these bosses wished they could call the police...

It's so damn unfair, I'm just collecting money to get things done for someone, why are you targeting us, the middlemen, instead of going after the mastermind?

Ratos, looking around at the stinky bar and then at his two fate-sharing gang peers, said irritably, "What are your thoughts?

I've lost a batch of drugs from the Gulf Group. If I can't pay them by next month, the Gulf Group will tear me apart.

What about you? How much do you owe the Gulf Group?"

Salvador Gang's leader, Miguel, with his face covered in tattoos, downed the liquor in his hand and said in a low voice, "I lost 45 kilograms of product. Those sons of bitches not only took my money but also dumped my goods down the drain."

The leader of the Haitian Gang, York, dressed in a Lakers jersey, showing a grin that revealed half his gold teeth, fiercely said, "I lost 30 kilograms of product. Yesterday, I chopped up the idiot who came to collect debts and threw him into the sea...

The Gulf Group just called me. They're willing to give me a 20% discount, but I must pay them by next week."

York, showing his big gold teeth, looked at his peers and viciously said, "Now everyone thinks they can step on us. Only the fierce survive.

The Gulf Group is nothing, I'm not afraid of them at all..."

Ratos looked at York, who seemed high on drugs, as if he were an idiot. He exchanged glances with Miguel, then the two shifted aside to move away from the idiot York.

After finding a potential ally, Ratos raised his glass to the idiotic York, then said, "We need to recover our losses, kill Mountain Eagle, and get the US Dollar 20 million bounty. Only then can we gather enough manpower to take back our territory.

How many reliable men do you still have?"

York, unaware of the others' discomfort, with eyes bloodshot, loudly said, "I still have dozens of loyal guys who would do anything for me.

Tell me where this guy named Mountain Eagle is, and I'll have my people take him out!"

Ratos and Miguel exchanged looks, and he raised his glass and said, "Let's figure this out together...

I can find out his whereabouts, then we'll arrange our men to launch a surprise attack and split all the bounty.

We need money to pay our debts to the Gulf Group, and additionally, we need money to reorganize our manpower to reclaim our turf."

Miguel from the Salvador Gang nodded and said, "I know a band of Venezuelan mercenaries who are really tough. As long as we have money, we can hire them to eliminate those who stole our territory."

...

Meanwhile, a military transport plane carrying more than forty people landed at a US Military Base in California...

These soldiers dressed in Combat Uniforms disembarked from the plane and felt at home on the base; they changed out of their Combat Uniforms into casual clothes, carried large bags, and drove away from the military base, dispersing toward Los Angeles.

A sniper pair reeking of gunpowder said goodbye to those contractor soldiers, and while they were changing clothes and planning to go to the cafeteria to eat, a phone call summoned them to a secluded hangar.

They were from the Seal Assault Team's scouting unit, with the sniper being a middle-aged Caucasian named Roland with the call sign 'Trigger,' and his spotter and communications soldier, a Hispanic named Javier with the call sign 'Pigeon'...

Heading to the target hangar after receiving the call, Javier frowned and said irritably, "I was just about to go on leave..."

Roland picked his dry nose and said helplessly, "It's the Special Operations Command people; we have to see if they're satisfied with our mission this time.

I'd like to earn some more medals so I can get a bit more money when I retire."

Javier scoffed, "You wish. Those office-sitting big shots will never be satisfied. They just keep making ridiculous demands.

Some of them can't even use a laser rangefinder, yet they damn question why we can't hit the target."

As he spoke, Javier made a joystick motion with his right hand and said, "I should have signed up for the drone operator training. Then maybe I could be sitting in some secret office, using the 'Death God' to eliminate some enemy from thousands of kilometers away."

Roland seemed to have gotten used to his partner's complaints. He quickened his pace in silence, soon arriving at a small hangar.

Inside the hangar, a civilian Bell Helicopter was parked next to a long table which had two rifles and two sets of gear plus backpacks on it...

Roland frowned as he looked at a Colonel standing beside the table along with a curly-haired man in a suit. He called out to his partner, then strode over and saluted the Colonel...

The Colonel returned the salute and gestured for them to be at ease, then spoke to Roland, "Sergeant, Special Operations Command has selected you as testers for a new shooting system. You have two days to familiarize yourselves with these new guns before departing for Los Angeles..."

As he spoke, the Colonel pointed to the curly-haired man and said, "This is John Kaufman, the vice president of the Tata Group. He will guide you to a dangerous individual as a target."

Roland paused for a moment, then asked in a serious tone, "Sir, may I know who the target is?"

The Colonel was about to sternly refuse when the curly-haired man, Kaufman, smilingly waved his hand saying, "Colonel William, I think we can tell them..."

Stepping forward, Kaufman shook hands with Roland and said, "Your mission target is a mercenary closely associated with the legendary Arctic Fox, and he was involved in the Snowden incident. His actions have posed a significant security threat to the United States.

He is Yue Shan, codename Mountain Eagle!

This mission won't be recorded; everything will proceed under the guise of weapon testing...

Gentlemen, my presence here is because Special Operations Command can't directly intervene in eliminating this guy.

He will represent Snowden in a negotiation between US and Russian intelligence organizations about Snowden. His existence troubles the United States, and eliminating him would provide leverage for the United States in the negotiations."

Roland didn't particularly trust Kaufman's words, but for some veterans who faced battles directly, Snowden was indeed a traitor.

Every country has conservative patriots who, in their eyes, the Prism Plan isn't anything significant for most ordinary people; Snowden who exposed the Prism Plan is a traitor.

Roland was silent for a moment, exchanged a glance with his partner, and then slightly nodded...

Seeing Roland's nod, Kaufman smiled and showcased the two rifles on the table...

One was the renowned AWM sniper rifle, and the other was a semi-automatic M110A1 sniper rifle.

As Roland and Javier stepped forward to pick up the sniper rifles to inspect them, Kaufman proudly said, "Both these rifles and the ammunition used are custom-made, with built-in ballistic computers in the scopes.

Even a child could easily hit a target 1500 meters away using them."

Roland didn't like Kaufman's attitude. He pulled back the bolt and peered into the chamber of the gun, saying seriously, "If a child could do it, why would you need us?"

Kaufman spread his hands and said, "We need top snipers to help us test the limits of this equipment...

Originally, Delta snipers were to perform the task, but Colonel William recommended you.

Gentlemen, if our shooting system is adopted by the United States Military, you as testers will receive many benefits and privileges."

Kaufman then looked at Javier with a smile and said, "For instance, I can help with the passport issues of your mother and cousin in Chihuahua, Mexico—definitely not a place suitable for the elderly...

Sergeant Roland, your daughter needs to apply for college in three years, I can arrange for some respected figures to write a recommendation letter for her."

Roland listened but wasn't particularly pleased, squinting at Kaufman as he asked, "Why?"

Kaufman just shrugged his shoulders, pointing at the guns in their hands, and said, "Because the experimental guns in your hands are worth 2 million US dollars!

More importantly, I need you to push them to their limits so I can secure the contract with the Ministry of Defense."

Roland still had his doubts, but Colonel William's attitude and Kaufman's 'candidness' left him without a reason to suspect...

After hesitating for a moment, Roland nodded and said to Colonel William, "OK, but before executing the mission, I need to report my status to my superior..."

Colonel William waved his hand, "I've already spoken to your superior. You will be involved in a six-month weapon testing mission, during which you must strictly keep the mission content confidential.

Absolutely no disclosure of the mission details to anyone!"

Roland and Javier looked at each other and said, "Yes sir!"

......

Anna followed her boss Victor on a private plane to New York...

As they disembarked, Victor looked at Anna, who had somehow become a 'red man' in Boss Pu's eyes, and smilingly said, "Anna, I need to meet with some people on Wall Street. You're technically still a fugitive in the United States, so someone will take you to the embassy to rest..."

As he spoke, Victor hinted, "Some people back home are not very pleased with what we're doing; you better be careful."

Anna showed a hint of a smile, nodded, and said, "I understand, boss!"

After finishing, Anna got into a black Mercedes, closed the door, and after mulling over it, sent a message to her father, Blood Fox...

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