Mercenary Black Mamba

Who would win when a man and a woman have a physical fight in public? No matter the outcome, the woman wins in the long run. In a so-called civilized society, each part of the body of a woman is a weapon. In other words, she encounter terrible criminal law terms such as harassment and sexual molestation.

Balisari pushed in with a sleek motion, using her body to barge through like a tank. It was not even an intuition of a reporter. The only survivor of the battlefield was a man soaked in blood and sweat while in his combat uniform. A man calmly sleeping at the scene where hundreds of guerrilla bodies were wrapped up, and the man in front of him was The Call Name that carried out the operation. It was a big scoop if she managed to score the interview.

"If you touch my body, I will sue you for sexual harassment."

The mercenaries had been pushed back when Balisari had rushed through, chest first. They faltered when they heard what she had to say. In that moment, Balisari managed to break through the link. She held up a microphone in Black Mamba's face.

"I am Balisari a reporter from Petit, France. You are the consultant for this operation, right?"

Black Mamba, who had just woken up from a deep sleep, lazily lifted his heavy eyelids. The first thing he saw was the black bar microphone pushed up into his face like he the barrel of a gun. A pair of red rouge-painted lips appeared as looking up at the stick. Her lips were so red it looked like she had just ate a rat that had crossed the bloody battlefield. She was annoyed at the way he ignored her.

"You're blocking my light. Get out of the way."

"Sunlight is definitely good," she replied. "Would you mind answering some questions? The citizens have a right to know."

Balisari slightly twisted her upper body and bent her waist. The front of the black blouse opened up and her chest was clearly revealed. It was one of her skills as a reporter.

"Jeez! I think sunlight is a hundred times more important than the people's right to know. If you hold out here for a day, you will find that sunlight is more important than gold."

Black Mamba closed his eyes again. He had no intention of having a conversation with a woman who was self-centered, selfish, and narcissistic. The first rule of a mercenary was to remain in you best condition. Now was the time to make up for insufficient sleep.

Balisari was not the kind of woman to just politely step aside. Originally, manners with reporters was a word that was not very close. The French Intelligence Agency's call name was veiled beyond the UK's spy number zero. There was no reporter foolish enough to come here just to try and get a scoop. In addition, anger rose at the level of cheap eyes pretending to have seen masterpiece.

"You just have to answer a few questions. What's your call name?"

'Oh, I am going crazy. He slapped me when he wanted to cry in the Kabaya.'

He thought it was better. Work had accumulated not only at home but also abroad. He had to find his mother and organize his salvation with the Jang family. Construction of Novatopia and the factory of Samaria Farm were also busy. Murder was murder no matter how glorified it was. He had a lot of work to do, but he couldn't hang on to being a human white spirit forever.

"Lady, I don't know why you want to know what my call name is, but since you're here, you should pay more attention to your surroundings," Black Mamba said.

Fit - The light glistened as he flicked his fingertips. Chik- Suddenly, a black object that was sitting on Balisari's shoulder fell to the ground. It was a glossy, metallic black spider. It dropped to the ground after being struck by Black Mamba's dagger.

"This is a Latrodectus, a specialty of the Ituri. If it had raised its fangs and bit you, you would be in the hospital right now. Within five minutes, your lungs would have started to fill with water, and after 30 minutes, you'd be dead. Even if a medical specialist tried to resuscitate you, you'd be halfway down to Hell."

"Oh my! Thank you for saving my life," Balisari exclaimed. "Why don't you take off your mask and goggles now? What's your call name? It it 007? Did you kill all these guerillas by yourself? Is that even possible?"

Balisari made the call name a fait accompli and fired it like a gun.

'Oh man, I would die rather than get sick.'

Black Mamba had hoped that the spider would scare the reporter away, but she was persistent! She didn't seem like she was going to budge.

"Dude, stop talking like a beggar and help me evacuate the patient."

Black Mamba couldn't stand it any longer and lost his temper. He yelled at the reporter loudly. Apart from being insensitive and quite sadistic, the woman also seemed to be brazen in her attitude. He wanted to cover her mouth with Gongjinpa, but he knew it wasn't something he should do to an innocent civilian.

"What? What did you say? Do you have no manners?"

The startled Balisari recomposed herself and reacted to his words. It was the first time in her 10 years of journalism that someone had spoken to her un that manner. What kind of barbaric speech was this to a beauty like herself? She decided to teach this man some manners first. It was the media's responsibility to enlighten humans who were ignorant of common sense. It was the citizen's rights to know!

"Hey! Balisari, who was just about to give him a piece of her mind, suddenly let out

a sigh. The guy she was talking to was smoking just a minute ago, but now he seemed to have disappeared. Where did he go?

Balisari's surprise did not end there. All of a sudden, she was lifted up into the air. A giant had appeared out of nowhere. It grabbed the back of Balisari's clothes and pulled her up, then hung her on a nearby branch as if he was hanging a coat on the rack. It was Samdi. He had appeared with Oselot on his side.

Balisary was hanging three meters in the air, like a balloon in the wind.

"Ugh! What are you doing! Put me down! Drop me, you big fool! I can't hold on, help me down!"

Balisari screamed and yelled. Samdi followed Black Mamba, who disappeared due to teleportation, and entered the forest.

"Wakir, why did you run away?" Samdi asked Black Mamba.

"Hey, just ask any men in the cemetery. Ten percent of men in the world died from nagging women. Besides, she is a reporter."

"Well, that was rude, compared to Lady Edel."

"Why did you suddenly mention Lady Edel!?"

"I am afraid the owner will forget."

"I'm going crazy. Anyway, is this guy dead? He's not breathing."

"If there's no scream, then he's probably dead."

Puck- Samdi threw Oselot, who was on his side, to the ground.

"(Screams)!"

There was a strange sound, not a scream or breathing sound. The axillary bone where the skeleton was barely formed was segmented. Oselot, who was pretending to be dead, could not stand the shock and groaned.

"Guess he's still alive," Black Mamba said with a laugh.

"Wakir, you are amazing. The injury has already stabilized and bones are mending themselves."

"That soon?"

Duung- He looked inside Oselot with his spatial perception. Collagen at the end of the segment was proliferating fiercely. Ribs had already formed bones. It was an impressive regeneration system. In normal situations, bones take weeks to repair and would only calcify in a month.

"My fingers!"

The cells at the fingertips that had been cut off were regenerating. It was like a phoenix rising from the askes. Of course, there are several animals that have the ability to regenerate its body. Lizard can regrow their tail and legs, and the Mexican salamander axolotl can regenerate even when half of its body is cut off. The starfish also restores the body that has been cut off.

Turritopsis Nutricula, a species from the jellyfish family, can live forever through a process of reverse reincarnation that returns it to its polyp state. The tardigrade, also known as water bears, can survive in a complete vacuum and absolute temperature (-273℃), and will not die even after irradiating 1,000 times the amount of fatal radiation.

Mammals do not have the ability to regenerate body organs. Humans are neither salamanders nor starfish. Oselot deserved to be proud of himself as a new species of human. Of course, the truth was the residue of epidium produced by Conceletus through genetic engineering.

He thought about the monster in Area 51. Sao was defeated by the monster Surfund underwater. Of course, things would have been different if they had fought on land. When a monster at the level of Samdi strides, the Earth would tremble just thinking about it.

All living things evolve to adapt to their environment. In terms of the suitability of the global environment, it was difficult to say that Turritopsis Nutricula or a complement animal had undergone an evolutionary process on Earth. It was more reliable to say that they were space creatures that were intorduced to Earth from falling meteorites.

Specificity conceives another specificity. There was no basis for claiming that higher organisms with the characteristics of completives had not been introduced from space. Rumors of aliens in Area 51 may not be a myth.

Human experiments with complex transplantation of spinal cord/bone/muscle/nervous were actually conducted in Auschwitz and Unit 731. It was a terrible experiment in which a prisoner's head was cut off and another prisoner's head was attached, making it a perfect experiment.

Two prisoners with similar body shapes were put into a coma, and the necks were cut with a sharp scalpel. Their heads were swapped and then reattached. The doctors bonded the spinal cords with a special polymer compound and surgically connected the nerves, muscles, blood vessels, and tendons. Experimental records showed that the victims were kept alive for 10 minutes.

Although it was not known whether the results were true, the process of head transplants was not possible even at the level of modern medicine. Even other people's fingers had a low transplant success rate due to immune rejection. There was no way a lunatic operation to transplant the entire head was possible.

The biggest challenge in biological transplantation and genetic engineering is inhibition of immune rejection. If only reliable immunosuppressants are developed, technical difficulties were not so great.

The immune system of the axolotl salamander did not attack the transplanted tissue. Transplanting the DNA of a complementary animal into humans or animals and transplanting the DNA of axolotl to resolve the rejection can create a monster encountered in Ituri. Reptiles have stronger immune systems than humans do, and as such, it was easier for them to resolve immune rejection reactions. This means that if only immunosuppressants were developed, reptile monsters can be easily made.

'Wouldn't it be heaven's providence if Kamdoong appeared?'

The world moves in pairs. Even if it was not Yin Yang and the Five Elements theory, the world went back bitingly. As he went through the world, he felt that there was a great providence that moved this world.

In the real world, being like yourself or a black person is a foul. There is a good reason when fouls appear. A being like himself would not had been born to beat up poor terrorists, guerrillas, or evil voodoo.

"Wakir, this bastard is so annoying. Let's just chop off his head."

Samdi said what Black Mamba was thinking. Oselot was startled to hear this. But Black Mamba shook his head.

"It'll be such a waste to kill him now. Just break his bones again."

'You are crueler than the devil," Oselot said as his mouth foamed and his eyes turned upside down.

"Paul, send a Gazelle chopper here."

Black Mamba informed Ulumbo of the coordinates of the prime minister's house.

"What is this place?"

"The tour guide who was out of order was kept on the tree."

"Is he still alive?"

Paul did not hesitate to contact him by radio. The Gazelle hovering in the sky turned around and headed east.

"Hey, sergeant!"

"Sir!"

"Go to the dock. There is a monster in the river. Do not take the mokoro at the dock and cross the river by boat. If you shoot three shots along the river, two pigmies will appear. Bring them here."

"Yes, Sir!"

The sergeant disappeared with two mercenaries.

The operation was Operation is over. The annoying back-up can be handled by the support team and 13th Regiment mercenaries. Hunger and fatigue hit him at once. Black Mamba dozed off with a cigarette still in his mouth. Samdi quickly disappeared into the forest.

After a while, Samdi returned with a furry blanket and covered the sleeping Black Mamba. Samdi had committed the brutality of skinning an endangered mountain gorilla to make a blanket for his master.

His owner's sleep was a hundred times more important than a gorilla's life. If someone were to criticize Samdi for his actions, he would reply, 'So what? Do gorillas save the Earth?'

The Shadow team, led by Major McPhee, headed east by following the trail that Black Mamba had left for them. McPhee never imagined that Team B, led by Lewis, would be over because of monkeys and hippos.

Steve cursed the pilot who missed the target point. The 13km of Ituri jungle required infinite patience. The forest where sunlight was blocked was no different from being in a dark tunnel. He was exhausted by heavy and humid air and the continued threat of venomous poison. His uniform and boots were now heavy because of the humid external moisture and his own sweat.

Half of the crew had to pioneer a path on the jungle road, and half had to be wary of fortune-telling with a lantern on the MP5 mount. Shadow's fighting power was the world's strongest. Three leopards, the silent assassin, were caught, and Black Mamba and Boomslang were undoubtedly hit or split in two.

The biggest issue right now was the poisonous insects. Wasps, meat fly, poisonous moths, fire ants, and other unidentified poisonous insects frequently attacked them and pulled their souls out. Without a powerful low-frequency generator and insecticide sprayer, they had to keep swatting the insects away.

In particular, trees as thick as pick-ups rising to the end of the sky were easy to be feared. This was because of a tree leech whose low frequency generator is useless.

"Try to keep your footsteps as quiet as possible," Major McPhee cautioned. Old Abicinian trees, covered with thick sichuan lichen, are home to leech. The shadow team tiptoed through the tree. The danger was not just on the trees.

"Ugh!"

One of the team members jumped with a low scream. An insect had bit through the man's leather boots, piercing its fangs into the back of his foot. It was a big tarantula that was twice the size of a human palm. The toxicity of the yellowish brown Ituri Tarantula was terrible.

"Oh, my gosh!"

Kung- The man's legs were paralyzed and he instantly collapsed. The unlucky shadow crew couldn't move and soon, his throat closed up he couldn't breathe. Foam escaped from his mouth as he convulsed in front of everyone's eyes.

"You fool!"

Major McPhee rushed in and administered epinephrine and steroids, but failed to prevent respiratory failure. Spider poison had not developed a suitable antitoxin. This was because there were many types of poisonous spiders on Earth, but there were one or two types of spiders that could still threaten human life. Of course, Ituri Tarantula was the exception.

"He's gone..."