Mountain Eagle was curious about the so-called "scapegoat". Shifting his attention, he peered through Crow and discovered a motley gang convoy entering the State Park, heading in his direction.

The flashy broken cars and the gangsters sitting inside all signaled to Mountain Eagle that this was a gang convoy.

Just as Mountain Eagle was about to speak with a frown, his cell phone rang...

Seeing Matthias' name on the screen, Mountain Eagle answered and said, "I'm in the middle of something, what's up now?"

...

Far away, on the rooftop of a small building in Pasadena, Matthias, via his scope, was observing York, the boss of the Haitian Gang, inside a small apartment several hundred meters away...

Hearing Mountain Eagle's voice on the phone, he coldly responded, "I wanted to notify you that York, the boss of the Haitian Gang, is dead!"

...

Mountain Eagle was stunned for a moment, then once again checked through Crow the gang gunmen who were about to ascend the mountain, saying with some uncertainty, "Dead? Then who are these gangsters coming for me?"

...

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

Matthias watched as target York stood up and walked into the bathroom; as York closed the door and sat on the toilet, Matthias pulled the trigger...

"Crack"

A bullet went through the narrow vent window's glass, hitting gang boss York right in the temple...

Matthias rotated the gun barrel for a closer look, noticing the two bodyguards left in the living room hadn't detected anything amiss, and nodded in satisfaction...

"Now he is dead!"

...

Mountain Eagle couldn't help but laugh at Matthias' actions, speaking with annoyance, "So I'm your decoy pawn, am I...

What am I supposed to do now? Hold up a sign telling the incoming guys that their boss is finished so they might retreat?"

...

"No, they won't. Don't forget you're worth 20 million. With the boss dead, the rest can share more."

Matthias then packed up his sniper rifle, swiftly disassembling and boxing it, before getting up and heading for the safety staircase...

"Among those people, there should also be gunmen from the Mexican Gang and the Salvador Gang. I heard the Mexican Gang hired a team of Venezuelan mercenaries.

Be careful, and if possible, take them all out. It will make my next job a lot easier."

As Matthias was speaking, he reached the building's ground floor and disappeared into the night of Pasadena...

...

Mountain Eagle hung up the phone, stepped out of the cabin, and looked at the disfigured old man, Lamalock, who was sitting in a chair, fiddling with a remote control...

"I've heard you're an excellent Bomber, can you deal with those guys? They're cannon fodder, and I don't want to waste my time on them."

Lamalock touched his scarred cheek and glanced over at Galahad, stepping out of the cabin...

The old man revealed a smile, saying in a hoarse voice, "Looks like you guys have come to an agreement, then let me celebrate in advance..."

Holding a tablet in one hand, Lamalock observed the gang convoy's position through a drone, and in his other hand, he held the remote...

"Explosions are actually an art form, it's just that many people don't understand…"

Camel, standing nearby, mocked him, "If you love art so much, why don't you go make fireworks?

You crazy son of a bitch, you don't even dare to face the enemy head-on!"

Lamalock seemed completely unfazed by Camel's hostility, his eyes fixed on the tablet, nonchalantly saying, "I eliminate the enemy!

If everyone is going to die anyway, what's the difference between being blown up and being shot?"

Just as Camel was about to retort, Lamalock pressed a button on the remote...

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."

A series of muffled explosions, not at all like standard blasts, rang out...

On the narrow uphill road, as the gang convoy rushed up, a series of red flashes like firecracker explosions ignited, followed by thick gray-black smoke that didn't rise upwards but rather, as if pre-determined, enveloped the convoy like a pair of clasped hands.

The explosive traps set by Lamalock were honestly not very powerful, but the lethality they caused was terrifying!

Steel balls combined with C4 for directional blasting, nearly paralyzing the entire convoy in an instant.

Countless small steel balls propelled by the directional explosions hit the convoy on both sides like rain pear blossom needles, piercing countless tiny holes in the vehicles.

Those inside the vehicles had no ability to resist such an attack and could only watch helplessly as the steel balls pierced the doors and relentlessly burrowed into their bodies.

Lamalock wasn't boasting; the series of explosions truly deserved to be called art...

They caused little disruption, inflicted precise damage, and beyond the trees on either side of the road being riddled with holes and a ribbon of smoke enveloping a hundred-meter stretch of the mountain path, it was arguably environmentally friendly.

However, what surprised Mountain Eagle was that not many members of the convoy died instantly from the scale of the explosions.

When Crow lowered its altitude and flew through the smoke above the convoy, Mountain Eagle was astonished to see that most of the gang gunmen were still capable of moving. They held their waists and bellies as they pushed open the doors to step out, only to collapse on the ground after a few steps due to inhaling the smoke.

Lamalock's evil was fully on display at this moment, with everything seemingly calculated perfectly...

From the explosion to the gathering of smoke, this old guy had calculated all the damage, using a not particularly intense explosion to injure the opponent, then using poisonous smoke to drain the enemy's last breath of life.

Truly not a single bit wasted!

Only the team equipped with Bullet-Proof Vests and helmets showed more experience. Unlike those gang gunmen who were in a total panic, after getting out of the car they thought of escaping down the path, instead, they covered their mouths and noses, supporting each other as they rushed towards the forest on one side...

Just as they rushed out of the smoke, wanting to catch their breath before descending the mountain, a small team of 6 Indians appeared on their flank.

These Indians behaved very professionally, as if they had already known what was going to happen, so they all wore gas masks when they appeared.

The moment the fleeing team came into their field of view, they pulled the trigger!

"Pop pop pop pop pop..."

.......

.......

A volley of bullets caught the fleeing soldiers off guard, killing two on the spot, while the rest bounced up like they had been pricked by needles and rolled into the nearby bushes, using the cover of big trees to launch a counterattack.

The fleeing soldiers were using old FAL automatic rifles, and compared to those attacking Indians, this group was clearly better adapted to jungle warfare.

Once they had created distance and positioning, the counterattack of these fleeing soldiers inflicted casualties on the relatively concentrated Indians.

As one Indian's head was shot through within his gas mask, his comrade by his side let out an angry shout...

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

The shouting Indian crouched behind a big tree, quickly switched to a new magazine and carefully pocketed the empty one at his waist, then he aimed his gun at the enemy and pulled the trigger...

"Click"

England's renowned L85A2 rifle in the hands of these Indians manifested the 'worst rifle' reputation...

Apart from the first round of assaults, 3 out of the remaining 5 people suddenly experienced jams!

The Indian's comical performance left that fleeing team stunned; they instinctively split half their men to flank the Indians, hoping to suppress them briefly, while the others covered for those retreating downhill.

Just as the Indians realized what was happening and shouted to split into three to intercept, a series of green lights observable only through night vision goggles started to hit the bodies of the fleeing squad...

"Da da da da..."

The crisp sound of machine-gun fire was like a woodpecker contesting an iron pot, not loud, but the bullets were exceptionally deadly.

The three mercenaries who had taken the detour fell to the ground almost instantly!

As those Indians were still not reacting, the crisp machine-gun sound rang out again, this time the bursts of gunfire came from their side rear.

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

Rhythmic three-round burst shooting scattered those mercenaries relying on bushes and trees for cover into a frantic escape.

Immediately after, several muffled gunshots sounded in the forest, and the mercenaries stiffened like they had been electrocuted, falling dead on their escape route.

As a few Indians were stunned, the voice of Bull Head came through the radio...

"Round Table Knight is counting on these Indian failures to save us?"

As soon as Bull Head's words fell, those Indians defiantly shouted: "It's my gun's fault!"

Bull Head scoffed and said, "Your guns are crap, but you are even crappier!"

"Do you know why Galahad gave you such rubbish guns?

Because he knows Indians are fools who don't know how to maintain weapons!"

Just as an Indian tried to retort, a guy in a Ghillie Suit suddenly appeared behind him, forcefully grabbed his neck, and said in a London accent, "Enough, shut up, get back to your positions.

You've embarrassed yourselves enough!"

Saying that, the guy pressed the radio button and said, "Enough, Bull Head, is it fun to humiliate the new guys?"

Bull Head laughed and said, "You're 'Di Huo', right? Do you think I'm wrong?

When you began recruiting cannon fodder, you were no longer a match for Arctic Fox..."

.......

As Bull Head was shooting his mouth off, Mountain Eagle spread his hands to the expressionless Galahad, saying, "Mate, business in Syria is profitable, but if you're sending this sort of rubbish over, I won't acknowledge it."

Galahad nodded slightly and said, "Actually, they're not bad, but you're the one paying, so you're right no matter what you say."

After speaking, Galahad turned to look at Lamalock, who was focused on a handheld computer, and said gravely, "Has the real enemy shown up?"

Lamalock nodded slightly and said, "What comes next is the tough fight, Titan Group's people seem very agitated..."

"Thud thud thud..."

"Boom boom boom..."

A series of gun grenades exploded in the forest around the log house...

The moment the explosion erupted, Camel flipped off the collected Lamalock, then grabbing an M110A1, pulled Mountain Eagle towards the rear of the log house...

Eddie shouldered a tactical backpack, flipped off Lamalock, and turned to dash into the nearby forest...

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

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