Mercenary Black Mamba

McPhee, who was waiting in Kisangani, received a simple dispatch order: 'Help Agent Steve infiltrate Ituri jungle'. It was a simple command. Team B, led by Captain Lewis, had gone missing, and Team A only had seven people left after three had died.

Even after losing 70% of their subordinates, they still knew nothing about the preposterous monster in front of them. The monster was literally a pair of hands and feet that moved as they were commanded. It was said that the hands and feet could move only as the head told them to.

McPhee knew nothing about Operation Hansel and Gretel, which was currently in action. He wanted to split the humans' heads in the name of the Hansel and Gretel strategy. Imagine if it were a desk and look inside.

Based on the fairy tale of Hansel and Gretel, the Soviet Union would be the foolish witch who was kicked and stuffed in a burning furnace. The father and mother who put a piece of bread in their children's hands would be the third world leaders who oppressed the people and monopolized wealth. So who would be Hansel and Gretel in this comparison? No matter how much he thought about it, it did not seem to be his country, the United States of America.

His country was the most powerful country in the world. Like Hansel and Gretel, the witch is not a weak child with twisted wrists. Then, is it the witch who made the scary monster in front of him? He did not want to admit it.

The reality of the Socrates project, which included numerous operations including Hansel and Gretel, could be explained by the tragedy of the common land.

Take tuna as an example. Darang fish, which are called tuna, include Atlantic bluefin tuna (Thunnus thynnus), Albacore (Thunnus alalunga), Bigeye tuna (Thunnus obesus), yellowfin tuna (Thunnus albacares), and Skipjack tuna (Katsuwonus pelamis). The king of tuna is the Atlantic bluefin tuna called Honmaguro in Japan.

Atlantic bluefin tuna was in danger of extinction due to overfishing in Japan, Spain, and France. The Endangered Atlantic bluefin tuna was rejected every time, although the UN's 'Convention on the International Trade of Endangered Wild Animals and Plants' called for a ban on export. The reason was the pressure from Japan, the largest fishing country and the largest consumer country. This was expected as 80% of Atlantic bluefin tuna was consumed in Japan.

The extinction of flatfish (the most frequently consumed sashimi in Korea is flatfish sashimi) was not even mentioned. This was because farming flatfish was easy. The danger of extinction of the Atlantic bluefin tuna was not because of consumption, but because its farming was difficult.

Strategic resources such as oil, uranium, rare earth metals and bauxite were no different from the Atlantic bluefin tuna. They were all difficult to farm. The person who took over Atlantic bluefin tuna in the open sea and took over first the grass of the public land, was the owner. Based on this logic, the United States launched its Socrates project to secure resources buried deep within the land in Third World countries.

The target of the Socrates project was what the committee in the White House called the "third world". The purpose was to secure resources in the third world to prepare for future resource depletion and to prevent anti-Americanism through continuous management. This included a rather rough operation that aimed to eliminate the nationalist leader. The happiness and future of the people of the third world were never even considered. The United States was a world-class resource rich country. Nevertheless, the extreme selfishness of saving their own resources, making a full living with the resources of the common land, and using their own resources while depleting the resources of the common land, was the aim of the Socrates project.

Operation Hansel and Gretel was clearly a difficult topic for McPhee to consider. It was an accessory to a huge interesting group called the State, and also the spearhead of eradicating the opposing forces of the group's benefit.

"Geez, he cut it neatly."

Steve's was deeply distressed as he checked the cut surface. There were no signs of force, or any tearing or sawing of the cut surface. It was cut smoothly enough to be admired by someone. Even if the head of a tuna was cut with a blade made of special material provided in Area 51, it would not be as smooth as this.

The problem was serious. There was a creature out there who could cut Grendel's neck as simply as cutting a radish. Was it a Predator developed by the Soviet Union? Was it an alien? Steve's head was filled with questions.

How did he cut it? If an alien with 10 times the power of an elephant swung a diamond blade at the speed of sound, would it be able to cut a surface as smooth as glass? It might be possible with the ultra-vibration blades being researched in Area 51. However, it would take decades to commercialize. Steve, who did not know about the existence of Balsara and Black Mamba, fumbled through his memory until he felt like his brain was about to explode.

"There is nothing like this. There is nothing like this!"

Steve shook his head. No matter how hard he wrecked his head, he could not think of a weapon that could cut off Surfund's head. The only possible situation was when the Surfund's honeycomb biometric structure collapsed for some reason.

"Major, stab it with a knife."

'You're telling me to just act like a person that you can use like your hands and feet.'

Major McPhee grumbled to himself and pulled out his sword. He felt uncertain as he he stabbed Surfund's head. Ting! The blade bounced off the metallic skin.

"Argh!"

McPhee was surprised. He took a deep breath and grabbed the sword tightly as he tried again. He stabbed down again with all his strength. Ttang! The blade finally penetrated the skin, but it bounced without piercing the dermis.

"Oh my god!"

McPhee wrinkled his nose as he shook his head. His wrist was sore from the anti-elasticity.

"This is amazing! How is it even possible?"

He was impressed. Not only was the head of the vicious snake impressively huge, but its armored skin was even more amazing.

"Whatever you imagine, your country's ability is more than that."

Steve was proud of what he said. When Grendel died, the honeycomb structure of the skin collapsed and its strength dropped sharply to less than half of what it originally was. But even then, the skin with reduced defense could still withstand the steel blade. This meant that the bio-structure of Surfund was no problem.

The biogenerator in the living body stopped working when the Predator's neck was cut off. The water in Devil Spring had a very high concentration of calcium carbonate and magnesium carbonate. In other words, the body of Surfund was immersed in a preservative solution. The degree of decomposition could not be determined through extortion of sight (sight-grabbing) and Sivan (which is a light purple or dark purple spot that can be seen on the skin of the body after death.). It was impossible to estimate the time of death, whether he cut off his neck or cut it off after killing him. One important clue had been lost to track the perpetrator.

"Why isn't this bastard coming out?"

Steve tilted his head.

It had been more than an hour since Billy went into the water to find Surfund's body. The Devil Spring is deep, but it covered only 1,000 square meters. Billy's skills usually did not take much time to search.

Another hour passed. Steve grew even more impatient, so he finally pressed the call transmitter. Ten minutes later, Billy's upper body popped out from the water.

"Billy, what took you so long?"

Steve said, annoyed.

"Oh, wow!"

"You idiot, you are annoying me."

Steve's face showed his anger. As the Dachshund Predator became physically strong, his brain was broken and his language skills were lost. Steve took the equipment set out of the backpack.

It was a state-of-the-art device that outputs meanings by analyzing electrical signals and vocalizations. Billy's head was covered with sensors that were connected to the computer. Letters were flashing past the screen of the computer.

[There is no body. The belly of Octopus and Turtle are bulging. Octopus and turtle can't be beat.]

"You are doing all sorts of things."

Steve had calmed down. The biogenerator planted in Grendel also served as an identification of friend or foe system. Turtle and Octopus considered Surfund, who hid the biogenerator, as simple food. It was a ridiculous reasoning, but it was a problem that no scientist in the project recognized. In other words, Surfund showed his weaknesses because of death.

Steve put Surfund's head in a portable refrigerator case and sealed it. He was uncomfortable, but the operation was over. He had nothing more to do in Ituri jungle.

"Major, the operation to retrieve the Predator is over. Should I call a helicopter?"

"We can't abandon Louis and withdraw."

"The mission comes first. Don't dwell on small things."

"It is a small thing~ so agent Steve should get out first."

McPhee stomach was twisted. This was the reason why he hated desk engagement. Colleagues were no different from brothers. Steve, who said that the life and death of his brothers were small, was very irritated. If he did not consider completing the mission as a ground goal, he wanted to break some bones. Before that, Mestizo Predator would tear him apart...

"All right. Let's wait until tomorrow."

Steve noticed that Major McPhee was uncomfortable, so he took a step back. He had no idea that his decision might bring about a catastrophe.

At Kadanka Dambala Camp,

Fourteen surviving Arevasa hostages and three female bodies. There were two Chinook helicopters which had been sent to recover Lee Kang Chul. Their spinning rotors caused a fierce wind. The Chinook hovered in the air and set its navigation to more toward the north-eastern French resource development headquarters in Bucav. The hospital facilities of the Resource Development Headquarters were the best in Africa. Survivors were taken to their home country after being treated at a local hospital.

"Black!"

Black Mamba opened his eyes. Paul's voice sounded like it came from deep in the water. His head was buzzing in an unusual way. He shook his head to clear his mind but he felt as if he was lost in a fog. It was the mental fatigue that typically comes after killing a lot of people.

"You must be tired, but you have to sleep at home." Paul's smiling face seemed to be spinning round and round in front of Black Mamba's eyes. Black Mamba stretched his arms and wiped the tears stuck to the outer corner of his eyes.

"Are you done organizing?"

"It's almost done. The basement was amazing. These guys aren't just guerrilla groups. The equipment is amazing. Thirty subordinates were put in and pulled out."

"You didn't touch the body of the monster, did you?"

"I did as you said, but is there a reason why? They only loaded experimental equipment and data. In the room where six monsters were dead, I set up the bombs myself and hung the white phosphorus on the timer. In an hour, there'll be nothing left by ashes."

"Dude, I know what you want to say. It's a cursed creature. There may be unimaginable bacteria and parasites. If the outside world knows about it, it'll just cause chaos. Science development is not a necessary and sufficient conditions for national development."

Paul shut his mouth at the firm words. France is lagging behind in the fields of genetics and biotechnology compared to other powers. Paul, whose patriotism was triggered, secretly coveted UMA (Unidentified Mysterious Animal).

"Sigh, I get it. Anyway, thanks for being a good friend, there will be no problem with the promotion to Commandant."

"Les amis valent mieux que l'argent. (Friends are better than money.) That is why friends are good. You owe me a treat." Black Mamba quoted an old French proverb.

"Of course. Let's go to Djibouti. It's been a while since I've felt the sunlight on my skin. I'm going to get a suntan. It'll be quite fun to just lie on the beach and watch the oil tankers on the Almandev Strait with someone like you."

"Sure, as long as you're paying for it!"

"Isn't this a billionaire being too mean to a poor soldier?"

"Shut up. The year-end dividend I received from the Wakill Chamber alone is 100,000 francs. If you cry, you are going to get caught by your wife-in-law."

"Hehe, got it! Okay." Paul raised his hands.

"Anyway, ss the camp organized?"

"It was a mess. A big building, lots of corpses around. The people who died in the seventh barracks were everywhere. It was an amazing Garnazelle (Garnazelle, grilled frog skewers from Solon, France)."

"There was no time to load the bullets, so I had to use a dagger," Black Mamba said. "Those who died harshly were the ones killed by Samdi."

"Phew... Samdi is impressive. If I was the one who was partnered with you, I'd probably take out a single division. But you could have taken out the hostages without destroying the guerrillas..."

"These guys are a group of Dambala fanatics who enjoy cannibalism as a part of the denomination. They enjoy eating children and pygmy people. If you investigate carefully, you will find bone-stained areas or debris left after eating."

"Vous les gars sales! (Those dirty guys!) I only heard rumors, but they were true. That is why their bodies smelled disgusting."

Paul's face turned red with anger. A group of people who cut their hands and feet and even enjoyed cannibalism deserved a natural punishment from the angel of death.

"Messenger, Lieutenant Cornus!" A messenger ran up to them, calling the deputy commander.

"That is not the only thing. The real reason they kidnapped Areva employees was a conspiracy to impregnate women and use them as hosts to bring a terrible immortal monster called Ruth Luhwe to the world. Money and weapons are a bonus. I witnessed Ruth Luhwe myself. Just keep it to yourself."

"Wow, the immortal monster! Is it a sign that the world is ruined?"

Paul opened his mouth wide. If he hadn't heard it from Black Mamba himself, he would have dismissed it as the ramblings of a crazy man.

"There is a background that you will not understand when an unintelligible event occurs. This case is not just a hostage kidnapping case. There is a complicated story behind the Chinese intelligence service. Don't even bother trying to figure it out."

"Of course. I only have to follow the steps laid out by my friend. I've got no reason to dig any deeper and suffer."

"Are we going to bury the dead body?"

"We don't have the machinery. I was ordered to take the date and cover it all up. The gazelle chopper will be here soon to blow the place up."

"That's a good plan." Black Mamba nodded his head. There was no way Steve could bury the bodies one by one, neither could he just let them be in case of an epidemic. Fire was the best purifier.

"Salute!"

A tired-looking subordinate commander has been called. The mercenaries have cleared hundreds of bodies that have exploded, was broken, and got burned for five hours. Not only physical fatigue, but also mental exhaustion.

"Cornus, do you remember the pit where a small bone was left next to the restaurant?"

"Yes!"

"It's a pygmy bone. Excavate there and look around more. It is a trace of their cannibalism. Leave the photo data thoroughly and collect it as evidence. Thanks to the special military advisers, you will also be promoted to captain this time."