Mercenary Black Mamba

The windbreak forest manager was perfect, but if they called in the Gazelle, it was easy to expose the location and get shot down.

"Wakil, what is Oparts that Bonipas was becoming crazy because of it?"

Sun Woo-hyun closed the communication and made a fuss.

"What do you do with that?"

Black Mamba questioned out of boredom.

"Bonipas, no, France became crazy. At the National Security Council, two billion dollars and Martinique (a French island in the Caribbean, four times the area of Geoje Island) was decided as an Oparts allowance."

"That's crazy!"

Black Mamba simply put on the finishing touches.

"Yes. It's a soulless frog."

Sun Woo-hyun sympathized strongly. Two billion dollars could buy grain for the North Korean people to eat for several years. Crazy, but firmly crazy.

"It's nice due to simplicity!'

Black Mamba laughed inside. Vajra was a piece of heaven that couldn't be bought with money. Lack of money was uncomfortable but having too much money was also uncomfortable. Novatopia was also a pain in the ass, but he had no intention of receiving a small island country where sugar cane was grown.

"What about the U.S. army?"

"I respect the judgment of the Special Military Advisor."

"Heh, heh, heh. That was a Bonipas-like answer."

Black Mamba giggled. It was a spell that would smash if one pretended to not know. It was time to faithfully fulfill the role of items of personal preference and take care of personal affairs. Words that Hae Young might be executed rang in his ears.

The United States did not have a death penalty, nor was it a country ruthless enough to execute summary executions for concealing Oparts. Even so, the ominous premonition that had been scorched did not go away. Humans could become demons or angels in special environments.

"Olonge, I'm leaving."

Black Mamba lifted his buttock. Sun Woo-hyun sadly pulled the Glock.

"You can't keep Eminai alive."

Pat! A bullet stuck inside Helen's forehead, who was drunk with morphine. Black Mamba pretended not to know. Even though he wanted to save her, the situation didn't allow him to do so.

Just as a Serbian young man's gunshot from Sarajevo called for World War I, Helen's gunshot from Eunpanwaja called for millions of lives to be lost in Ituri. It was a peaceful death for the main culprit who made a huge game of fire.

"Wakil, I'm sorry. Must not there be at least one guy among the humble hammers who gets his hands dirty like me?" said Sun Woo-hyun in his mind.

Sun Woo-hyun threw Helen's body away from the steep cliff and looked down at Milovic vacantly. He knew Wakil's intentions, but there was no chance that a guy with red water up to his bone marrow would be loyal to Novatopia. To be honest, the jealousy that the ranks were pushed back also worked, but he couldn't be with the guy who would someday put a knife on his back.

"You did your job and I do my job. Eung-Mu-So-Ju Yi-Saeng-Gi-Sim!"

Pat! Sun Woo-hyun interpreted the Buddha's words in a way and kicked the dead body. The dead body disappeared dimly into the clouds on the cliff. The Soviet's secret weapon, the Spetsnaz Ubiksa Team, was unexpectedly wiped clean by Black Mamba's hands, not the US.

"He's terrible!"

The shadow that was hidden in the Ambong across the Ngai Rocky Mountain disappeared without a sound. It was a KGB observer called Seunek (снег, eyes). When the KGB conducted a special overseas operation, it would dispatch an operational team and a separate capable person. Seunek meant eyes that would exist everywhere and only observe without being involved in the operation. Even the head of the craft was unaware of the existence of Seunek. Whether Seunek's report would be another variant was something to watch and see.

******

The Edente River, the northern tributary of the Ituri River, would flow through rugged volcanic terrain. The emerald-colored river water that passed through a limestone valley with a high river bed coefficient created a sandbank on the riverside, and a hazy water mist surrounded the valley all year round.

The Ituri jungle was not a forest of evil to the full. The fish bouncing off the surface of the water, the osprey flying leisurely on the surface of the water, and the silvery sandy beach were as peaceful as a picture postcard.

A crocodile wandering from the sandbar approached a thicket of misty shrubbery. Wooung! A fog appeared wildly. Pat! A stone flew from the water fog and struck the crocodile's nose. Bloop! A startled crocodile made fun of its short legs and jumped into the river.

A small man in a black tight popped out of the fog. Jjoljjolee looked around and disappeared into the fog.

"Shibata, what was it?"

Jjoljjolee with a gun popped out of the rock.

"Crocodile!"

"Did you kill?"

"It sounds like a big problem! The ambassador said not to kill any animals except fish."

"Damn, training rhythm was broken. Yin-Yang formation is weak at the time when day and night change."

"Jamon's magician is gonna take care of it. I need a hot spring bath," Jjoljjolee grumbled and disappeared.

Yin-Yang formation was built using firearms and water skills as batteries. Edente Valley, where magma near the surface of the earth simmered and a rich river would flow, was the perfect place for the Jamon Clan Yin-Yang magician to build a hideout barrier.

Due to the lack of magical power, the Yamanashi Collection Yin-Yang formation, which Black Mamba had swept away, was vulnerable, but there was enough space to deceive the outside gaze and hide 40 ninjas and 20 inner room agents.

Inside of Yin-Yang formation, a dozen piling-structured high-rise jade houses constituted the Chil-Song formation. And in the vacant lot, which was the part of the ladle, bamboo with the thickness of an ankle was studded. 30 ninjas dressed in fundoshi were practicing the new method on bamboo. They were the second-generation disciples who applied for the Higashi Hongan-ji main sect and the third-generation disciples who entered the state of merchants.

The elderly man drinking tea while sitting on a rosewood table in yukata was Chui Do Shik, who barely managed to survive in the Geumho River and escaped. Number 38 (the narrator), who became the shadow of Chui Do Shik, was kneeling and brewing tea.

Crack! A teacup carved out of granite was smashed. The tea that had to be poured hung in the space. The narrator lifted the teacup. The tea that was floating in the air crossed the space and was placed in a new teacup.

"Huh, so you still have a long way to go!"

Chui Do Shik stretched out his arms and grabbed the teacup. He worked day and night, but the ganglion connected to the prosthetic arm and the brainwave movement often staggered. Even if the concentration was scattered a little, the electrical signal was disorganized. So was prosthetic. The fighting power was increased but feeling uneasy was endless.

The carbon nanotube prosthesis, which was made of the same material as Gorgon, could lift a weight of 5 tons, but its delicate movements were weak. There were only tens of thousands of eggs and glasses that were smashed during training. 90% was adapted, but the remaining 10% was a problem. The uncontrolled 10% power was not as good as the controlled one percent power.

"Pagayaro Rokudenashi! (You damn!)"

He remembered the humiliation of the day when he had to crawl on the stinky river bed and run away. He had lost his arm and had lost his leg. The next time he met him, the face of the guy who was yelling that he was going to cut his hair shimmered.

Muramasa, Hidden Soul Spiderweb, Gorgon, Three-Pronged Trick, and memories of losing limbs and crawling along the river bed like a dog burned his heart vigorously. Crack! The teacup he was holding was smashed again. Hot tea moistened the yukata. Chui Do Shik, overwhelmed by anger, didn't even feel it.

"Momoshita Sensei!"

Jjoljjolee broke the waist by ninety degrees. Chui Do Shik lifted his head.

"Roske's watchdog has returned."

"Report it!"

The answer came from the narrator's mouth. His voice was harsh, like the shattering sound of a helical gear with worn-out teeth.

"Bitch without even a root!'

Jjoljjolee furrowed his eyebrows.

"What?"

The narrator shot Gondo. The narrator's eyes, which had been strengthened by the puppeteer technique, were lifeless. Gondo was startled by his hollow open eyes.

"Sasaki! Report."

Jjoljjolee, with only two eyes exposed, knelt down.

"I report to the ambassador. Maimai's forces, including Roske's spies, were wiped out on the banks of the Teturi River. Unfortunately, I missed Roske's trace."

Jjoljjolee banged his head on the ground.

"What! Did you say shaman's forces and Roske were wiped out?"

Surprised, Chui Do Shik stopped speaking.

"The raiders are judged to be elite sniper forces. Traces show that five men crossed the river and retreated."

"Is the raider Ameko?"

"In terms of battle trails, there are two or three raiders. Ameko's Predator doesn't have the ability to unilaterally kill Mbembe forces and Roske special forces. Presumed to be a new force."

"Huh, what do the first and third groups do? What did Jamon's magician who was tracking Roske do??"

Chui Do Shik's voice was filled with anger.

"The first and third groups are tracking the Maimai guerrillas torn from east to west. The second group and Jamonga disciples were beaten."

"Did you say he is dead?"

"His neck was broken and shredded as if he had been hit by a predator. I buried him and left a mark."

"Well, Predator!"

Chui Do Shik's face was rotten. There were many ferocious poisons in the Ituri jungle, but there was no poison so powerful that three people, not even one, could be attacked at once. Ninjas and magicians were spears and shields. The only existence that could defeat the combination of two ninjas and a magician was the Predator released by Ameko.

"The whereabouts of the item?"

It was too bad for the sacrifices of disciples, but the whereabouts of the item was the first priority.

"It sounds ridiculous given Roske's abilities, but the lost Roske was kidnapped."

"Ameko?"

"She hasn't noticed the rapid change yet."

"The tail was attached?"

"Iwane and Kuroda are tracking."

"Yoshi! Whether they got the item or got the information, the guy who gifted Roske was the key. In order for this species to come to life, they had to acquire the item unconditionally. Prepare your disciples."

Chui Do Shik stood up suddenly. It was an opportunity when the item was passed on to a third party and when Ameko went back and forth. He instinctively felt that it was time to give power. Black Mamba and Chui Do Shik's bad relationship continued in Africa.

******

Green Zone Camp,

The boardroom atmosphere was droopy like boiled cabbage. ATACMS's attack was effective, but Predator and Shadow only found eight Ubiksa corpses. Rotten Rose and Oparts had disappeared perfectly. The deployed marine brigades were shooting flocked guerillas as their opponents.

"McPherson, retreat the marines. There is no reason to see troop losing against beggars. Prepare MLRS."

The new commander Dyson's eyes were like a knife, but his voice was gentle.

"Yes. I understand, Sir."

"Lieutenant Colonel Michell, the whereabouts of Oparts?"

"Ubiksa joined Maimai and went out in the direction of Kisangani and Buni. We destroyed them, but it was a manned unit. Belatedly, Limbo Company followed the guerrilla unit that was going southward."

"You maggot-like bastards! Any exploration results?"

"We focused our personnel on the area where the prisoner acquired Oparts, but we don't have any results yet. We think sending the woman to Truman."

"Oh, no! Do we have to do that?"

Dyson grimaced. Truman Prison was a notorious military prison that would hold felony criminals.

"She is a bitch who committed treason against the state. She is a bitch that deserves to be ripped off by dirty things."

Michell ground his teeth. Oparts that would reveal the organization and its future were gone and there was a huge human and material loss. The starting point of all those was researcher Lin. There would be no problem if it was treated as an accident, but the interrogation was still ongoing just in case. Now it was a level of torture without any expectations.

"Michell, I'll think of a way. She is a rare beauty. Beauty deserves respect naturally."

McKinley put on the brakes.

"You pervert!" said Michell in his mind.

Michell glanced at the camp warden with flounder eyes. McKinley had paraphilia disease. He was a human who would be able to relieve the stress of losing his position as a commander with dirty things. As security chief, even if he was tortured, he could not tolerate sordid things.

"General McKinley, take care of it. I'll get a report from the operations control room."

Brigadier General Dyson stood up. The operations control room system is over, so you have to move your own oval office.

"I'll guide you."

Michell took the lead. The elevator went down deep underground. Ding! The elevator stopped.

"It must be stronger than Houssein's bomb shelter."

Dyson admired.

"We excavated 30 meters of rock. The only concrete thickness is 70 inches. Even ten thousand pounds of bunker busters would throw on it, so it is safe," Lieutenant Colonel Hammer replied confidently.

"Damn it, they said they gave me a dog," said McKinley in his mind.

McKinley was heartbroken. The operations control room, which would go to the aerospace center control room, was his work. Day and night, engineers battalion and engineers tormented the facility, which had to be handed over to Dyson untouched.

Vroom! A thick steel door opened. Dozens of intelligence officers were sticking their heads into the console. The monitor covering three sides of the control room was sending the collected information through CCTV and the intelligence satellite in real time.

The Ituri Jungle was too wide. Pegasus, a geostationary satellite dedicated to the Green Zone, also revealed reconnaissance limitations due to its canopy. The committee invested an astronomical budget, spread CCTV and wiretapping devices inexorably, and built a comprehensive combat information room to pursue the Oparts.

"Good morning!"

The skinny major met the party. It was Major Warmer in charge of information warfare dispatched by DIA.

"You're working hard!"

"The accumulated data is insufficient since the system was started immediately. An interesting engagement took place in Teturi."

Warmers replayed on the screen. The dark green screen zoomed up. The Ituri tributary near Teturi and the miserable battlefield situation appeared.