Seeing Mountain Eagle sitting on the ground, calmly directing Donkey to arrange the body of the human bomb into a suitable pose for the subsequent bomb disposal team to dismantle the explosive device...

The short-haired female soldier glanced at the tall leader and said, "Who is this guy?"

The big guy nervously touched his chin and said, "I don't know..."

As he spoke, he signaled the unrelated people to leave, and then said to a thin black soldier beside him, "Paterson, can you handle it?"

The black soldier quickly inspected the bomb on the human bomb's body, looked admiringly at the still calm Mountain Eagle, then removed the excess items from himself, took out a set of tools from his backpack, nodded to the big guy, and said, "It's a simple bomb design, I can handle it. You all evacuate here and organize the hostages to go downstairs through the other side of the stairwell..."

With that, the black soldier slowly squatted beside Mountain Eagle with the tools, smiling as he said, "Buddy, can your hands hold out?

I don't want to get blown up halfway through the disarmament!"

Mountain Eagle grasped the human bomb's left hand tightly and said, somewhat displeased, "Then you'd better hurry up, I've got a hot spring massage appointment this afternoon, and I don't want to miss it..."

The black soldier glanced at the entirely unperturbed Mountain Eagle, carefully used scissors to cut open the human bomb's jacket, revealing C4 explosives strapped to the chest and a terrifying abdominal wound...

The black soldier carefully used his foot to nudge aside the bits sticking out to find a more comfortable position for himself...

Watching Mountain Eagle, who seemed utterly unfazed, the black soldier Paterson curiously asked while cautiously checking the wires around the bomb vest, "Sir, who are you?"

Mountain Eagle watched Paterson, who seemed to be preparing for surgery on the bomb vest, carefully examining every inch, and replied irritably, "I'm a Thai. I'm scared out of my wits right now..."

Paterson paused, pulled out a roll of duct tape from his bag, and pointed at Mountain Eagle's hands, saying, "Sir, I need to tape your hands. This will..."

Mountain Eagle shook his head and said, "No need, I'm fine. You're making me more nervous now. Can you handle this, or not?

Why do I feel like you're not familiar with this stuff?

C4 isn't that powerful; why don't you find a way to remove the bomb vest, cut off this guy's arm, and then we throw this thing downstairs..."

Black Paterson, upon hearing this, exclaimed, "Are you serious?

That would be extremely dangerous. I am an EOD bomb disposal expert; I can handle this thing..."

Mountain Eagle couldn't help but roll his eyes and said, "Why don't you hold this thing while I disarm it?

I'm about to wet myself from fear, but you're just talking nonsense!"

With that, Mountain Eagle looked at Donkey, who hadn't moved away, and said, "Donkey, go check on how Kobe and the others are doing..."

Donkey shook his head and said, "Boss, Kobe is fine, but his partner probably needs to stay in the hospital for a while."

Donkey then glared at black Paterson, who was still dawdling, and looked back at other ISAs organizing hostages to evacuate from the other end of the stairwell inside the restaurant. Realizing this, Donkey grumbled, "This guy is stalling for time until the hostages evacuate, damn standard procedure..."

Seeing black Paterson shrug, tacitly acknowledging Donkey's words, Mountain Eagle was no longer nervous. He laughed and said, "I just heard something's wrong with the hotel over there...Tell me about it, hearing about others' unfortunate stories might help me relieve tension."

The black Paterson didn't answer Mountain Eagle's question. Instead, the team leader, the big guy, roughly assessed the scene before approaching the stairwell, giving a thumbs up to Mountain Eagle...

"Sir, one against seven, you accomplished an amazing battle..."

Mountain Eagle glanced at the tattered bodies nearby, shrugged indifferently, and said, "Does this help solve my current situation?"

The big guy looked at the relatively relaxed black Paterson, nodded, and said, "These human bombs aren't hard to disarm!

Sir, you saved hundreds of lives, which is a remarkable achievement..."

Mountain Eagle looked up at the big guy, shook his head, and said, "You should be saying 'but' next...

If you have any issues, just say it quickly. While I'm holding the detonator, you should continue to be polite and respectful to me!"

The big guy paused, then moved closer, crouching beside Mountain Eagle and looking into his eyes, saying, "Sir, who exactly are you?"

Mountain Eagle nonchalantly said, "My name is Yue Shan, a Thai, an Alaskan investor, an FBI informant, a friend of Department of Homeland Security agents, a sharpshooter with one hundred percent accuracy, a good samaritan...

What else do you want to know?

I have the phone numbers of many intelligence department people in my phone, you can call them one by one to verify my identity."

The big guy listened, slightly stunned, looked at his companion signaling it was safe from a distance, then chose not to evacuate. Instead, he moved a bit closer to Mountain Eagle, signaling black Paterson to start disarming the bomb, while asking, "How much do you know about these attackers?"

Mountain Eagle eyed the big guy, whose face looked quite unpleasant, frowned, and said, "Judging by your expression, things are really bad at the hotel, right?"

The big guy nodded slightly and said, "That's right, the terrorists have taken control of areas above the 10th floor of the hotel, and the Special Service Bureau is attempting to organize a full-scale assault..."

Just as the big guy was speaking, a muffled sound came from inside the hotel in the distance...

Seeing that Patterson's hands were still steady, Mountain Eagle let out a long breath and then said, "Brother, you're pretty good. If you get laid off and can't find a job, I can introduce you to a good job in Thailand."

While Mountain Eagle was talking, the big guy was inquiring through the radio, then looked at Mountain Eagle with a serious expression and said, "The terrorists have set up bombs in the elevator shaft, and the Special Service Bureau has lost two teams...

Sir, you've had direct contact with these people, how much do you know about them..."

Mountain Eagle looked at the big guy's unusually serious expression, shook his head and said, "I don't know these people. They give me a very professional impression, aggressive and extremely purposeful.

Their combat power isn't top-notch, but they are definitely qualified soldiers.

My friend, Agent Kobe from the Department of Homeland Security, suspects they are led by someone called 'Death Angel,' a group deeply connected with ISIS.

Kobe issued a warning to the Department of Homeland Security and the Special Service Bureau yesterday, but it's clear they didn't take it to heart, or they had other ideas."

Upon hearing this, the big guy frowned and said in a deep voice, "Death Angel?"

As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something, suddenly widened his eyes and said, "Death Angel, Azrael?"

Mountain Eagle nodded slightly and said, "That's right, Azrael!

This guy once appeared in my territory, and he hung out with a group of environmentalists there for a long time.

According to Kobe, this guy is supposed to be the one who shot down your Death God drone and also the person who stole the Ebola virus."

The big guy stood up abruptly, looked down at Mountain Eagle, and said in a deep voice, "Where is that Agent Kobe?"

Donkey stood beside the boss with a bit of displeasure, and said in a deep voice to the big guy with a somewhat impolite tone, "Mind your tone, my boss is not a prisoner but a hero!

The Kobe you're looking for is downstairs. He hurt his leg when jumping off the building, and his ears have a bit of trouble due to a shock bomb."

The big guy looked at the highly professional Donkey, hesitated for a moment, then looked into Mountain Eagle's eyes and said in a deep voice, "One last question, why would Agent Kobe tell you such important information?"

Mountain Eagle laughed and said, "Maybe because he doesn't have anybody else to turn to for help...

In Alaska, I can do many things for him that people like you can't accomplish!"

Seeing that Patterson had finally removed the detonator from the bomb vest, the big guy let out a slight breath, then stared into Mountain Eagle's eyes and said, "Like what can you accomplish?"

Mountain Eagle received confirmation from Patterson, first indicated for Donkey to leave, and after being refused, slowly released his somewhat stiff hands...

After confirming the bomb wouldn't explode, Mountain Eagle jumped up and rushed downstairs, jumping and bouncing all the way to the restaurant door, letting out a shout...

Saying you aren't nervous would be a lie. When adrenaline spikes, any hint of tension gets washed away, but the fear afterward becomes all the clearer.

Letting out a roar of venting anger, Mountain Eagle stared through the smoke at the distant hotel building, a fierce intent to kill showing in his eyes...

That sniper's goal was just to detonate the human bomb!

Mountain Eagle now felt a strange feeling, as if the opponent was targeting him personally...

Because there was simply no need to kill their own teammate!

At the time, Mountain Eagle was about to escape, the situation was clear, leaving a terrorist with a bomb in the restaurant to hold over two hundred hostages would effectively distract the Special Service Bureau's attention and relieve the pressure for the hotel attackers.

Shooting the bomber was the only unscheduled action done by the terrorists in the hotel!

Mountain Eagle didn't know why that Death Angel had targeted him; he had nothing to do with ISIS and had never had any conflict...

But now none of that matters...

It's now a matter of life or death!

Find them, kill them all, and if there are any survivors, question them!

Donkey followed his boss's steps to the door, looking at his boss who let out a venting shout, only then did he realize his boss was also human, also capable of fear...

Upon hearing the phone on his boss ringing constantly, Donkey went over and whispered, "Boss, do you want to take the call?"

Mountain Eagle withdrew his gaze, took out his phone, connected the call, and said, "Daria, what's up?"