Chapter 647: Chapter 647

The metal storm created by the Single Soldier Gatling turned the temporary command room on the second floor into a mess!

As the Tank charged fiercely up to the second floor, several bullets fired from a close corner hit his waist and ribs.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Amidst the crisp sounds of gunfire, bullets hit the Tank, but this demon god-like figure seemed unaware, merely rotating the Single Soldier Gatling in his hand, with green dots scattering over the few bodyguards huddled in the close corner.

Bullets fired at an ultra-high rate from the Gatling hit people, wherever they passed, there were severed limbs and blood all over...

The Tank's presence left no room for the people on the second floor. He burst through the door under enemy fire, took a stroll with the Gatling in hand, and then...

The world fell silent!

The somewhat simple-minded Tank, as if to prove his worth, emptied all 1,200 rounds of 5.56mm ammunition from his specially-made oversized Scorpion Backpack on the second floor.

The bullet whip was like a shredder, severing everything from a meter high within the second floor of the observation station.

Mountain Eagle finally squeezed onto the second floor and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration as he surveyed the chaotic scene inside, then turned on his flashlight to check each body on the ground...

There were about twenty people in the command room on the second floor, most either cut in half or turned into minced meat, but you must believe there are lucky ones in this world...

He dodged the Gatling blows, dodged the Hand Grenade explosions, apart from a bit of dust on him from lying on the ground, he wasn't even missing a single hair.

Such lucky ones were not just one but several!

Mountain Eagle looked toward the place where the sobbing was coming from, it was a bathroom...

Because the bathroom was later internally modified and added on, it was made with gray bricks, the Tank's Gatling created a 15 cm wide and perfectly straight gap at more than a meter high.

A white flag hastily made from a white shirt and mop was frantically waved out of the door as the Gatling stopped.

Mountain Eagle patted Butcher on the arm, signaling him to check the third floor, Golden Cicada indicated there were still a few people hiding there.

He himself held up an AK-15 and fired a burst into the bathroom wall, then loudly said, "Crawl out, hands in front so I can see them..."

A dozen seconds later, 'Hangman' with greasy long hair lay sideways on the ground, stretching his hands forward while using his feet to slowly crawl out of the bathroom.

"Don't shoot, we surrender, I'm just Mr. Vincent's bodyguard.

The real Mr. Vincent didn't come here, upstairs is just an impersonation.

You've won, there's no need to kill us!

I haven't even fired at you, I can pay a ransom for myself."

Saying so, 'Hangman' very experiencedly lay face down on the ground, hands over his head, and shouted loudly, "Two Black Hawk helicopters armed with Nine-Headed Serpent Rockets are heading this way.

The few people in the bathroom are important, don't kill them, or the Black Hawk helicopters will bomb this building.

Moreover, they are the backbone generation of big families, and someone will pay a large ransom for them."

Mountain Eagle listened, nodded at Sled, then saw this Yakut man rush up, kneeing 'Hangman' in the waist before deftly tying his hands behind his back with cord, slicing a cut on each of his heels and under his wrists with a knife.

'Hangman' let out a muffled groan of pain, then angrily used his chin to support the ground, glaring at Mountain Eagle just about to shout in rage, when Sled elbowed him on the neck...

After finishing all this, Sled stood up, approached the bathroom door, quickly peeked inside, then frowned, lowered his gun, picked up his knife, and walked into the bathroom, soon dragging out a few guys clearly higher dressed than soldiers.

These people, without exception, had slashes on their hands and feet.

You wouldn't say it hurts terribly, but Sled's utterly devoid of humanity and entirely unnecessary cruelty scared the piss out of those guys and even made Mountain Eagle feel a bit uncomfortable.

Looking at Eric Ravenstone's disheveled and wailing figure on the ground, Mountain Eagle squatted in front of him with a flashlight, took off the cap that seemed glued to his head, and said with a laugh, "Hello, Mr. Ravenstone, meeting again so soon..."

Eric Ravenstone, his hands curled like chicken claws, curled up painfully into a ball, face twitching in pain, said, "Kill me, and you'll die too..."

Mountain Eagle shook his head, looking at the stubborn Eric Ravenstone, he pulled out a small straight knife and thrust it into the man's abdomen, then thoughtfully folded his powerless hands around the knife handle...

Watching this guy pant rapidly, terrified like he was having a heart attack, Mountain Eagle tugged on his ear, making him look at himself, and said, "Now who's the little man?"

Eric Ravenstone painfully and tremulously shouted, "Kill me, and you'll die too!"

Mountain Eagle didn't want to waste words with the guy, he waved at the Tank and called, "Tank, put the gun down, take these people to sit at the door.

The Predator above is still there, I want to drag them out to kill in front of others to see!"

The Tank silently dropped the Scorpion Backpack and Single Soldier Gatling, stepped forward, grabbed Ravenstone and Hangman by their belts one in each hand, lifted them, and marched toward the stairs.

Post Box was also busy, dragging a yelling guy by the collar towards the stairs.

At this time, Butcher and Pirate also came down from the third floor, having checked the rooms and discovered the arms dealer Vincent's impersonation...

The big fat man who looked a lot like Vincent was completely scared stiff, urinating all the way down as he was dragged down by Butcher and Pirate.

Mountain Eagle looked at the last middle-aged man...

He had his arm and hand shot off by a Gatling, and his left cheek was probably hit by a ricochet, tearing a large patch of skin from the corner of his mouth to the ear.

Mountain Eagle gestured for Butcher and the others to go downstairs first, then walked over to this middle-aged man...

The guy had a tourniquet tied around his wound, and the massive loss of blood coupled with Sled severing his Achilles tendon left him pale-faced and seemingly on the verge of giving up.

As Mountain Eagle squatted in front of him, the middle-aged man looked at him with dim eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "I lost. You can just shoot me. I have nothing to say to you..."

Looking at this guy's appearance, Mountain Eagle slightly shook his head...

The final assault did not bring Mountain Eagle the slightest sense of accomplishment!

It was like playing a game, having completed many tasks and accumulated a lot of gains early on, only to find that the boss dies with just one touch at the end.

Mountain Eagle grabbed the middle-aged man's broken left hand for a glance, took out an emergency medical kit to quickly bandage him, then gave him some broad-spectrum antibiotics and hemostatic medicine for internal and external use...

Seeing the middle-aged man getting nervous because of this, Mountain Eagle smiled and said, "Don't worry, treating your wounds isn't to humiliate or torture you. I promised Eric Ravenstone from the start that I would send someone back to deliver a message to his people behind him...

You look like a commander, so you should be able to take the story back in its entirety.

Make sure to tell those people, I may be a little man to them, but I won't accept any form of humiliation, much less any form of threat."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle paused, staring into the middle-aged man's eyes, and said earnestly, "Tell them, if my family feels even the slightest threat, I will make them bleed rivers of blood.

You're someone who understands these things, so you should know I can do it!"

The middle-aged man stared back into Mountain Eagle's eyes, his voice weak to the extreme, "It's useless, none of us can escape...

If you don't kill me, then I'll watch you die in flames!"

Mountain Eagle paused, then shook his head and laughed, "You're talking about the two Black Hawk helicopters?"

The middle-aged man lying on the ground nodded wearily and said, "If you think kidnapping Eric and the others will avoid getting bombed, you're wrong!

The Edward Foundation's attitude towards failures is very ruthless, and they are the failures!"

Mountain Eagle nodded slightly and said, "If I shoot down those two Black Hawks, will they deal with me more carefully in the future?"

The middle-aged man painfully closed his eyes after hearing this and said, "Looks like you are prepared...

Just give me a quick end, I don't want to be the messenger!"

Mountain Eagle patted the guy on the shoulder, smiling, "That's not up to you...

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With that said, Mountain Eagle thoughtfully found a dismembered thigh belonging to God knows whom on the ground to cushion under his head, allowing him to see the north window...

"In a while, don't blink. Take back everything you see to those people and believe me, they'll thank you!"

With those words, Mountain Eagle stood up and walked quickly down the stairs, covering his mouth and nose as he passed through the smoke-filled ground floor lobby, arriving at the open ground outside the observation station...

The fake Vincent lay crying out loud on the ground, wailing and begging for mercy from those around...

"Don't do this, I'm not Alex Vincent. I'm just a stand-in, please spare me..."

Mountain Eagle wasn't interested in killing a stand-in. He walked over, raised his phone, opened the camera mode, and happily said, "You look a lot like Vincent. Come on, say a few words to greet him, swearing is fine too, after all, that guy got you into deep trouble..."

The fake Vincent was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head to avoid Mountain Eagle's camera, saying, "Sorry, I know nothing, I'm just a stand-in!

Don't kill me, killing me is meaningless, Alex has another stand-in just like me..."

Mountain Eagle paused, curiously said, "Is that guy so afraid of death? He needs even two stand-ins?"

Fake Vincent nodded, "Except for some particularly important occasions, in most public places, it's me and another stand-in representing him.

Many intelligence agencies in Europe and underground organizations want him dead, so he's very cautious most of the time."

Mountain Eagle nodded slightly, asked, "Then you must know his business, his office, his home, how many people in his family, who are close to him...

Come, tell everything you know to the camera, then you can go."

The fake Vincent wasn't a tough guy; facing Mountain Eagle's questions, he knew well there wouldn't be a good end even if he went back, but still, he confessed everything to save his life...

After Mountain Eagle finished filming, he sent the video to Daria, then said through the radio, "Daria, send the video to the intelligence agencies, if possible, try to publish it in the newspaper.

Mr. Alex Vincent is a big figure, we need more people to know what he looks like, what he does, and most importantly where to find him!"