Mercenary Black Mamba

Number 10 didn't fail to meet Milovic's expectations. The sound of hitting the wet sandbag with a club rang out in succession. Thump! Black Mamba disappeared as if he went off. There was no way that he, raising awareness, would become a target plate. He moved in a moment and punched his pit of the stomach with Three Dusting Cannon Jabs.

"Ahh!"

"What?'

Contrary to the shrill scream, he had a strong feeling of irritation on his fingertips. Scratching! He was not Black Mamba to tolerate just because she was a woman. He slammed her on the shoulder, breaking her clavicle, and hit the back of her neck, stunning her.

"Do women these days wear iron plates on their chests?"

Black Mamba shook his head. Milovic, who got time, flew his body targeting Sevchenko's Asshibal.

"They are trying to teach a fish to swim!"

Black Mamba picked up Number 10's Asshibal and threw it away. Clang! The gun barrel divided the space. Milovic's senses ranged alarm call fiercely. Puhwang! The moment he fell by a shove, the black object went past his head with a frightful howl sound. Then, wide soles appeared in front of his eyes.

"Ugh!"

A frightened Milovic instinctively stopped the kick with a barrel of Asshibal. Puak! Asshibal was broken off all of sudden. Milovic stepped back, like a balloon pushed in the wind, without defying the weightlifting he could not handle.

"Noner Jjyesshyajji, Udiviteno Yadak Bayusshi. (Number 10! How can this be? It's terrible.)"

A hollow gaze turned toward Number 10. He attacked himself with Number 10 on his side. He couldn't believe it even if he underwent pain.

"Don't act recklessly. If you want to kill, you've already killed."

A cold gaze turned toward Milovic.

"Heh, you're going to have to give up an arm too."

Milovic, whose pride was hurt, ground his teeth and drew his bayonet. No tricks or residual technology would work in the confrontation between the masters. If one would use a poisoned stinger and a small assassination weapon, one would get hooked in one shot.

"Heh, heh, heh! I think it won't be easy for you. I'll give you a chance."

Black Mamba smiled and threw Number 10 who was under his arms. If he hadn't wanted to capture her alive, he would have already killed her. Behind, an explosion like the sound of dragonfly wings rose. Of course, dragonflies would not fly at midnight.

"What else is this?"

Black Mamba whipped his hands. Cha, cha, cha! Billion's Water Armour received three memorizations that flew silently.

"Kami Katana (paper knife)?"

The award as thin as a piece of paper was memorization of Higashi Hongan-ji leveled ninja who knew to handle a spirit. Poof! Black Mamba disappeared.

"You are showing up now!"

It was an expected change. Milovic traced Number 10's fainted body quickly. Number 10 had a broken shoulder bone and a misaligned cervical spine. Because of that, she couldn't keep her balance. Public hero was important, but Oparts was a hundred times more important.

"Hey, you naughty bastard, did you get the woman's permission?"

Crunch! Black Mamba walked out of the thicket with a black tightrope on his shoulder.

"Ugh!"

A frightened Milovic stepped back and took a position. About 3-4 seconds must have passed. He subdued a ninja who was as tough as a leech and appeared at the moment.

"Uh... how?"

Milovic was sick of it.

"I am often asked that kind of question. So, shall we start?"

Black Mamba threw away the tightrope and performed a natural fairy tale. Too much time had been delayed.

"Ugh!"

Milovic took a breath. The opponent in front of his eyes disappeared, like snow melting under the sunlight. He held his breath and opened his surreal senses. None! He didn't feel the opponent.

"What is this?"

He was greatly perplexed. The Number 1's ability to be invisible also would only reflect visible light in different directions but would not erase its presence. The General Bureau was researching the fourth dimension called the gap in space, but they were not able to grasp even the concept so far.

Crying! A bolt of lightning fell on the top of his head. It was a powerful shock that caused his head to be embedded into his shoulder. Milovic wobbled as if he was drunk. Despite the protection of the amoeba bulletproof helmet, his ears buzzed and his horn flew away. To restore his sense of balance, he hit his cheek strongly with his palm and shook his head.

"Hey, he is such a tough guy!"

Black Mamba admired it again and again. The shock of shaking the brain could not be overcome by training. At least he was a guy who had crossed the boundary of death a few times. He was not one number above Sun Woo-hyun. He was about two numbers ahead of Sun Woo-hyun. It was truly a shame to kill him.

"He is asking for a whipping!"

Pat-pat! There were military boots on his both side ribs. Milovic had a bayonet even in that situation. They pulled his wrists and swept his ankles. Milovic, floating in the air helplessly, turned around and sank upside down into the ground. Thump! His head dug into the ground like it was being planted. Milovic, who was called the best Soviet warrior, couldn't use his hands properly and lost his mind.

"It was hard to capture him alive. We cannot let hyenas see it."

Black Mamba was not in a hurry. Milovic and Sam Ho were tied tightly with a black tightrope, like a vine, and hung on a branch dingle-dangle. Number 1, who passed out after being hit by a headbutt, was hung there. The situation was not good, but he was the best fighter with left-defense ability. He was also eligible for research and as an instructor.

"What about that bitch?"

He looked down at Number 10, whose codename was Rotten Rose, with his terrifying eyes. This place was not a location to stay long as a red zone. To call a Gazelle to a Yankee no-fly zone, they had to go through a complicated process. "Complex" was an adjective he hated terribly.

"Subordinate!"

There was no reply.

Sun Woo-hyun did not receive the signal. Boom, boom! The dimensional sight expanded. Sun Woo-hyun and an unfamiliar vitality were caught.

"He is not even a jjajangmyeon delivery man...," he grumbled and ran out of the forest with Number 10 on his side.

******

"Oh no!"

Sun Woo-hyun, who was holding Pangge, and Jjoljjolee were in a silent battle. The progress of the war was extremely unfavorable. It was an image that Jjoljjolee was enduring after barely avoiding Pangge and the sword. Even Wakazashi, which was sharpened as folding forging, couldn't stand the sharpness of the Pangge. Whooosh! Kami Katana he was holding was emitted by a resonant wave. When looking at the swordsmanship of the two, they were merchants of Higashi Hongan-ji without a doubt.

"Suguri!"

"Gasp!"

Surprised, Sun Woo-hyun moved his neck tight like a turtle. The map brushed the top of Sun Woo-hyun's head and stuck in Jjoljjolee's forehead. The split-headed ninja fell down without a scream. Pat! Then, the flying map stuck again on the shoulders of another ninja. He avoided their vital point to interrogate them.

"Ahh!"

A scream burst as his tongue rolled into his throat.

"Oh, no!"

When he was wondering if Jjoljjolee ninja was convulsing or not, the movement of the ninja stopped. Blood poured like a fountain.

"Kokuraku Pun! (Line of heaven!)"

Black Mamba grimaced. It was the poison of Higashi Honganji's vision that he tasted when he was dealing with Chui Do Shik.

"Hey!"

Sun Woo-hyun's face became rotten. He stroked his parietal even without knowing himself. Fortunately, he wasn't hurt.

"Wakil, we almost ate our meal. I want to live according to the name I received."

"How can a man who hasn't even gotten married talk about a ritual? It's like adding a ghost to the Ituri Jungle."

"Oh, even if you say... What are those? I almost went to the goal."

"They are ninjas. It must be a hunting dog that the Cabinet Intelligence and Research Office have released. I got the item. We will retreat."

"Wow! Now, is this a goodbye to the jungle that is excruciatingly tiresome?"

Sun Woo-hyun called Hooray.

"Bullshit! Now it's the beginning."

Black Mamba threw Number 10 at Sun Woo-hyun, turned around, and walked with a big stride.

Sun Woo-hyun's face was disfigured after taking Number 10, which was an inch taller than him.

******

"Wakil, Jjoljjolee's taste has gone."

"What? But I didn't hit him to death and I pulled his jaw?"

"So, you should have removed the suicide capsule. Tsk-tsk!"

Sun Woo-hyun clicked his tongue.

"How can your tone be arrogant?"

"Hehehe, how can I dare to be arrogant to Lord Dubaiburupa? This small person made a rattle. Rattle, rattle!"

"Ha, it's not like a single person is ruined. Do as you always did."

Black Mamba shook his head. He'd rather squirm than die. When he smiled like a eunuch on a hideous face full of mama marks, it was a weapon in itself.

"Who are you?"

Number 10 woke up.

"Shot up!"

Sun Woo-hyun put a frame fixing tape in the woman's mouth. The woman gave her a bewildered look, but he didn't even look at her. If one took a gun, the distinction between a man and a woman would disappear. They were just soldiers and enemies.

"Subordinate, plow through her chest."

There was a hard foreign object within the woman's chest. After focusing only on Hae Young's safety, he realized that Oparts was the cause of the death. It was also because he wasn't interested that much.

"Is there any reason to pluck her heart and splatter her blood? Let's just kill her."

Sun Woo-hyun, who misunderstood the words, pulled the Glock.

"Ugh!"

Black Mamba, bothered to explain, completely opened the woman's smelly military uniform top and ripped off her sports bra. Her big breasts popped out in a splash. The sound of Sun Woo-hyun gulping sounded like thunder.

Black Mamba did not even blink his eyes. Jin Soon's breast was bigger, and Edel's breast was much prettier. When he took off a thick garment that wrapped the woman's stomach, the object that was covered in layers with a bandage dropped with a thump.

"Ahh!"

The woman opened her eyes as if she would kill him and writhed.

"You are just asking for a whipping. How dare you glare with your ghostly eyes!"

Bump! The cracking sound of the gourd rang. It was finger flick that marked the ignorant Black Mamba. Number 10's eyes went blank. When he loosened the bandage, a milky white cylindrical stick fell out.

"Ugh! Vajra?"

Black Mamba suddenly ran. A chill as if holding ice rose up his arm. It was the same material as Vajra at a glance. Only the shape was different. He scratched a rock with Oparts. The hard granite was cut like tofu without resistance.

"Ooh, something like this!"

Following Vajra, another Vajra appeared. It was not possible to not be surprised. He felt a huge connection, something unknown. The master had said, when the power of Asura and unique objects gathered, the new world would open. Novatopia was made, as he said. But that didn't seem to be the case.

"Wakil, what's that?"

"There's no need to know and there's no good in knowing."

Black Mamba said to him coolly and put the Oparts in a life-saving bag named Life Vessel.

The item that Socrates Project Directors and Freemason Grandmasters were trying to secure with thousands of manpower and billions of dollars fell into the hands of the Black Mamba. For them, it was a matter of vomiting blood and falling down. So, there was a saying that the true treasure had its owner.

"It's cool and good!'

It would be said that being ignorant was courageous. Oparts, which would change the world, was nothing more than a substitute for an ice pack to cool the heat for Black Mamba.

"Wakil, don't we have to leave?"

"Yes, we have to. There's no reason to scuffle with a swarm of hyenas in vain."

Pat, pat! Sun Woo-hyun put a bullet without mercy in the foreheads of Il-ho and Sam Ho, who were moving back and forth.

"Man, what if you throw away your clothes and kill the one who was captured alive?"

Black Mamba messed up. A pull-out phenomenon in outer body armor covered in machine gun bullets (the fabric-type body armor was torn because it could not handle the momentum of the bullet) occurred. Even the body armor made of Bossaurus tendon and liquid metal could not wholly block the powerful 7.62mm FN bullet. Black Mamba swallowed the word butcher cub. If Sun Woo-hyun was a butcher, he was a butcher one hundred plus.

"When looking exactly, you jerk, you are the leader. You should only beat the captain, Ancasio. Drag the faded guys."

"Hey... if you can't speak..."

Black Mamba's face was rotten. In other words, it was not wrong. Sun Woo-hyun clapped his hands twice briefly and twice long. In the forest, Olonge appeared like a lie.

"Little bastard has a hiding skill like a ghost."

Sun Woo-hyun shook his head in disagreement. It was an ability that was not easily adapted to even after seeing it every time. Sun Woo-hyun took off the night vision worn by Ubiksa and put it on Olonge's eyes.

"Wow!"

When his vision brightened, Olonge jumped up.

"Olonge, we need a place without snow."

"Ngai (Eringite)!"

"Nga?"

Sun Woo-hyun picked up Milovic and Number 10 without effort and put them on both sides.

"Wakil, let's fly."

Olonge, who understood Sun Woo-hyun's words, took the lead. Olonge quickly adapted to the night vision. Olonge, who had a clear view, increased his speed without hesitation. The Ituri jungle increased in elevation as it went to the southeast and continued with rugged mountains. The direction Olonge guided had become more difficult and higher in altitude.

"Ngai!"

Olonge stopped walking on the top of the rocky mountain. The mountain, which rose on a plateau unexpectedly, was a precipice on three sides and only the east was open. It was a hidden place easy to observe. The altitude indicated by the GPS was 1,800 m above sea level.

Black Mamba nodded. Olonge was an innate guide. Sun Woo-hyun put down two of the items he was carrying and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He carried two adults through the jungle for an hour and a half. It would not have been possible if they had not changed the physical constitution with Soul-Returning Pain Administration.

Sun Woo-hyun stole Milovic and Helen's belongings and backpacks. Mini sound recorder, wiretapping device, a wavelength converting device, insect repellent spray, incapacitating bomb, ultra-small pistol... there was no end.

"This has no difference from a treasure trove!"

Sun Woo-hyun got the goods because he was a god.

"I am hungry. Let's shave it off and do some yoga."

Olonge pulled out C-ration and water from the backpack. Olonge, who already had experience in guiding, moved on without having to tell him. At some point, he also took out a few coconuts.

Black Mamba chuckled and raised a thumb. Olonge was not a natural guide but a genius guide.

"Aaahh!"

Milovic woke up.