Mercenary Black Mamba - Chapter 716

716 Chapter 65 Episode 6 My Address is Hell
Shriek, shriek! The forest watercock cried. Its cry was long and then it was short. It had been less than 10 minutes since she took off the Beat. Sun Woo-hyun disappeared without making a rustle. Olonge dragged Jeong Pil-su, who was stammering, into the space between rocks.

“Are they scout power platoon?”

Black Mamba leaped like a ghost and climbed onto a branch of 20 meters in height. The entities captured by dimensional sight were 36 human beings who exuded similar vitality. There was no predator emitting a wide range of energy and a shadow with a gloomy feeling.

200m ahead, three green helmets came out of the bushes unexpectedly. Following the advanced guard, a three-person marine reconnaissance corps who were wearing woodland helmets and marpats appeared one after another.

“You guys, enjoy your life and let me do so,” said Black Mamba to himself.

Black Mamba desperately wanted the reconnaissance corps to move out of the hidden spot where Sun Woo-hyun and others were hiding. The battle was undesirable because of several reasons. There was fear that Hae Young would be hit by a grenade and that the exit route would be revealed. More than anything, he wanted to avoid senseless killing.

The reconnaissance corps had no intention of doing a favor. It spread like the ribs of a fan and moved forward without hesitation. Black Mamba sighed and pointed with the MP5sd3 muzzle. Pew, pew, pew! Pew, pew, pew! Three-person corps who were shot by a triple-tap laser gun collapsed without a time lag. The MP5 blew out continuously.

“It’s a sniper!”

“Cover up, cover up!”

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It was a blitzkrieg and surprise. Only after half had been swept away did the shout ring out. The survivors did not even dare to resist. Scattered like spider cubs in the rain, they’re looking for cover, but before taking two or three steps, they floundered.

Whooosh! Black Mamba flew from tree to tree like a monkey and fired bullets. There was one sniper, but bullets were pouring from everywhere. The terrified reconnaissance crew could not even figure out the sniper’s location and threw their heads on the ground.

In just one minute, a quiet battle, or one-sided slaughter, ended. As long as the opponent was the opponent, bulletproof vests and full-face bulletproof helmets were of no use. One exposed face was crushed and a hole was drilled in the neck.

Shriek, shriek, shriek! Forest watercock cried longly three times. Sun Woo-hyun, who was hiding, partially appeared.

“Oh!”

Hae Young turned her head. Standing tall in the sea of blood, Mu Ssang felt a sense of incongruity. It was so sad to see dead bodies scattered like clothes that were thrown away; expressionless faces and blue gunshots rising from the guns in their hands.

“It’s because of me!’

Tears poured down. A strong bloody smell, a ghastly corpse, gunpowder smoke… The address of the man she loved was hell. Her lover, who was supposed to be a scholar, had become Asura. She forced down the vomit rising through her esophagus. She couldn’t look ugly in front of her lover going through hell.

“How can it be!”

Jeong Pil-su, who appeared belatedly, opened his eyes. The M16, the mini-me machine gun, the stars, and stripes mark, distinctly spotted uniform, and the body was a regular U.S. marine soldier. He was appalled by the fact that the body was a U.S. marine soldier rather than appalled by the combat power of Black Mamba.

He had killed a U.S. soldier. He even had killed a lot of them. U.S. forces in Korea were inviolable beings. The U.S. military would not be prosecuted for committing unscrupulous crimes. The U.S. soldier who killed a civilian would disappear into the U.S. military camp under police escort.

It was a terrible reality, but that was what ugly politicians had been made of. Jeong Pil-su was born Korean and grew up in Korea. He had spent 15 years as a security guard. Dozens of marines splattered with blood were a big shock.

“They kicked the bucket well. Hahaha!”

Jeong Pil-su laughed out loud. The CIA was more omnipotent than the US military. They could read confidential documents of the Ministry of National Security, but the Ministry of National Security could obtain information only after conducting a public inspection. Strange catharsis, his heart broke through. He was a Korean who had borne a lot of things.

Black Mamba exchanged MP5 magazines with a grim expression and mounted them on the backpack. Jeong Pil-su’s eyes became hazy. A deadly and relentless killing machine, a person who did not distinguish an American soldier or an ant when he saw them as an enemy, an overwhelming force capable of ignoring all disputes and common sense, he clearly understood why he was called Black Mamba and invincible.

******

After leaving the scene, Black Mamba took an escape route in the direction of Etaba, where there were no roads or arable land. The helicopter battalion was smashed, but the eyes of the sky were not one or two. The invisible Blackbird and reconnaissance satellites were the surveillance systems that he had no choice but to carry out.

Black Mamba’s group ran through the jungle at a speed of 5 kilometers per hour. The hound released by the camp was too fast to catch up with. Jeong Pil-su held Hae Young to help Sun Woo-hyun, but he couldn’t last even 10 minutes. He didn’t want to lose to the Red, so he tried to do his best, but it was difficult for him to hold even one person.

“Do you know the difference between a subordinate and a grunt?”

Sun Woo-hyun smirked and picked up Hae Young. Jeong Pil-su nodded with a crumpled face. It was a complete defeat. Will and spite did not work in the jungle of Ituri.

They reached the tributary of the Aruwimi River around the time of dusk. It was 15 kilometers west of the Teturi River, which destroyed the Ubiksa Team and the Mai-Mai Special Forces.

“Sir, please don’t go in.”

Sun Woo-hyun caught Jeong Pil-su who was trying to jump into the river.

“Bilharzia is crowding. Do you want to pour blood and urine and kick the bucket?”

“What’s bilharzia?” Jeong Pil-su asked in confusion.

The river was not deep and the bottom was clear enough to see.

“It is a leech parasite. It digs into the anus and urethra and sucks the blood. Comrade is not Wakil. Don’t chuckle. Be careful.”

“So, what are we going to do?”

“Don’t be afraid and wait.”

Singing! Army rope was entangled in a strangler fig across the river and buried deep in a dying giant tree.

Olonge got on the rope that was almost invisible and crossed like a squirrel. Sun Woo-hyun carrying Hae Young crossed like a shot arrow. Jeong Pil-su gaped with astonishment. It was a skill that was impossible for a man who had ridden the rope all his life. Seunek was too attached to play with the monster.

“Want to swim?”

Black Mamba kicked his ass. Jeong Pil-su looked at Black Mamba with obstinate eyes.

“Shall we leave and go?”

Despite the terrible sound, not a single muscle moved as if he was wearing a mask.

“Nimi!”

It was terrible to even think of the leeches digging through the urethra and anus. He wanted to rip his mouth open, but what could he do with the past? Jeong Pil-su, who was crying, was hanging on a rope wearing leather gloves.

Exhausted Jeong Pil-su fell, landing on the bank of the river. His palms were cut and his eyes were spinning. He barely crossed the river at the end of a deadly fight by demonstrating the single-rope crossing skill that he learned at the guerrilla training camp.

“That one? That one!”

Jeong Pil-su’s eyes widened. The rope became unstable and was vibrating. Black Mamba flew through the air with the help of momentum. A wingless human flew over a 70-meter-wide river.

“It’s not a big deal. You’ll get used to it soon.”

Sun Woo-hyun patted the back of his head. Jeong Pil-su wanted to cry. His wife and daughter who told him to go on a business trip in peace lingered before his eyes.

Olonge made a hammock by weaving parasitic vines with brilliant hand movements. He climbed up the Abyssinica trunk base, set up a hammock on the first wing, tapped Hae Young’s cheek, and pretended to sleep.

“It’s amazing!”

Hae Young gave a thumbs up. Olonge smiled, showing his teeth. Olonge was clever, tactful, and naive. Olonge did not laugh at the group that could not get fruits or make a dragonfly.

Hae Young abandoned the preconceived idea of primitive tribes. The word “primitive tribe” had a negative meaning of not being intelligent and civilized. Even herself, who hated racism, had been drenched in unconscious superiority. Olonge and herself were the same people living in different environments.

Despite the hammock installed 15m above the ground, the howl of nocturnal animals, the sound of flapping wings of birds, the cry of insects looking for a mate, the screams of death, and all kinds of sounds that could be heard in the jungle, Hae Young slept peacefully. The embrace of the lover she found after 10 years was sadly wide and warm.

******

At Green Zone underground operations control room, Dyson and McKinley’s faces were sullen as if they had swallowed a lead. The faces of the commanders were no different. The intruder disappeared without leaving any traces. Although all camp resources and forces were mobilized, a single piece of clue or a single line of meaningful information to identify the intruder was not collected.

There were only question marks from the beginning to the end, such as the means by which the intruder neutralized Agrippina Shield, the reason for taking the woman, the identity of the tornado that destroyed the air battalion, and the Predators, and the means of disappearing.

“General McKinley, did you ask for a helicopter?”

“Not yet. I’m re-assembling a half-destroyed helicopter in the arsenal. If it goes well, we can save two generations.”

“It is pride. You bastard!” cursed Dyson inwardly.

Dyson’s face became contorted. The unidentified monster smashed two Haunters and five Grendels and disappeared without even having time to send Super Grendel. The camp defense chief was McKinley. He who should have taken responsibility for the failure of the boundary did not even report it to the committee because he was afraid of being questioned about who was responsible for it.

Dyson glanced at Lieutenant Colonel Huey, the Predator officer. Huey’s face looked like he had aged ten years. This was enough of a situation for it to be so. Compared to the value of the discarded Predator, the destroyed air battalion was a piece of gum. He had heartburn and tasted stomach acid in his mouth.

“Damn you bastard, do you want me to do?” said McKinley in his mind.

McKinley was pissed off. He wanted to ask what did an extraordinary Predator do. What about the guy who sliced the helicopter like radish and minced the Predator like garlic?

“General Dyson, didn’t you guarantee that three Predators could catch Black Mamba?”

McKinley, who was flustered, threw a shout.

“Nonsense! He’s not Black Mamba.”

“If he is not Black Mamba, then who was it?”

“If I know, would I lay off the work? What did you do to Agrippina Shield that the General was proud of and the ADS Defense System?” Dyson retorted him with a cold face.

“Ack, I mean how do you stop flooding with a reservoir mound? Are you going to keep the Super Grendel and cook the soup?”

Fiery McKinley’s face burned. The commanders’ faces darkened. As the advantages of the two-top format disappeared, only the disadvantages were highlighted.

“Pig-like bastard! Everyone is trembling at the subject of taking out prisoners and raping them.”

Michell looked at McKinley with sharp eyes. He was, of course, aware of the sadistic perversions the commander had waged. McKinley violated the rules of military decency and broke the rules of freemasonry. They were just putting off reporting as long as the situation was the situation.

“Matilda is struggling in Ennedi. The presence that drives the Predator is in Ennedi,” Lieutenant Colonel Michell suddenly intervened.

“Do you mean Black Mamba is in Ennedi?”

McKinley’s eyes widened.

“It’s similar in terms of combat power. Major Warmer!”

“Yes, Sir!”

Warmer in charge of information warfare opened the screen.

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“This is a 20x screen captured by a high-speed camera.”

“Whip?”

Dyson jumped. The tornado’s identity was a whip. The expectation that he was a wind-type psychic was wrong.

“Yes. It is hard to believe, but intruders do not have superpowers. They are warriors. Do you remember the case of Caparuza Valley Collapse?”

“Well, Abaddon!”

Dyson groaned.

“Yes. Abaddon used the whip in Caparuza. As the Grandmaster says, you don’t have a choice but to think that despite the natural disaster, Abaddon survived.”

Warmer asserted that if the table had four legs, the chair had four legs.

“Huh, Caparuza has overturned the crust and is submerged 50 meters in water. I can’t believe it.”

McKinley shook his head.

“The Grandmaster, who was buried one thousand meters underground, also survived.”

Michell suddenly made an interruption.

“Wait a minute, does it mean if it’s not Black Mamba, then France is irrelevant?”

“At this point, it’s hard to make any accusations.”

“General, there’s no need to make a good enemy, right?”

McKinley asked Dyson for his consent.

“I agree.”

McKinley picked up the phone.

“Colonel McPherson, release the MLRS Areva coordinates and Mavivi coordinates.”

“Please check.”

“Release of Areva coordinates and Mavivi coordinates!”

“Yes, Sir!”

The Areva Mine and Mavivi base were spared from heavy multiple rockets rain due to a mistake by the camp commander. While a lucky man was eating jjamppong, even if he chewed a stone, pearls would come out.

“Michell, are there any guesses about the relationship between Abaddon and the Korean woman?”

McKinley had a sneaky fit. There was no reason for an Abaddon-like being to take away a woman whose informational or tactical value was less than a fingernail. Did they have some type of relationship by any chance? Even just thinking about it was terrifying.

“As of now, we can’t know anything,” Michell replied bluntly.

The inside couldn’t be known just by looking at the phenomenon. The camp leaders, obsessed with information and the used value of objects, had to rip their heads off to find out that Black Mamba moved for extremely private reasons. Only McKinley was uncomfortable.

“The woman could have had the seeds of Baphomet.”

A sharp treble rang through the meeting room, like the sound of the wind passing through a narrow and deep cave.

“Ugh! What is it?”

McKinley turned his head toward the entrance. The battle information room, located 200m underground, could only be accessed even by the president with his permission.

Sususu! A beam of light swirled in the center of the conference table. Grasping! A bright light that seemed to be blinding spread throughout the room. A skinny old man of the Ocheok Dangu appeared like a lie.