Absolute Wizard

* * *

Sarca doesn't live well, but she was happy.

I had a mother, I had a father.

I have a brother.

These days, business has not been good because of the civil war.

I'm a little frustrated with that.

But people have to eat, too.

Thanks to this, the fruit business was decent.

He keeps his father's shop and sells fruit. Although it was not easy to live because of the hot temperatures, I was still satisfied.

Nowadays, I had a girlfriend.

She was the daughter of a new barber who moved to town.

I was happy just to see her.

Happiness seemed to last forever.

Peeing.

Sounds annoying.

At first I was curious.

But then I heard something.

Kua 'a 'ang.

It was the sound of an explosion.

Surprisingly, the government forces appeared.

They start capturing the sane villagers.

The resistance was impossible.

My parents were taken.

It was the same for my brother.

His girlfriend got snatched.

He had a moment of conflict.

But instinctively I realized something was wrong.

I carefully examined the town using the narrow alley that I always travel in.

Then what I saw was a shock.

“Aah!”

Screams from a single village building.

The next one was a strange gas.

The government forces were all wearing masks.

Luckily, the wind was in the opposite direction to where he was.

He opens his mouth and stares blankly at the place.

It was a long way, but I saw something.

It was my parents.

They were both holding their brother in fear.

Next to him was his girlfriend, his family.

I gripped my teeth.

I didn't have a say in what to do.

There was a brief fact that I had heard of those who were going back and forth.

Rumor has it they use poison gas.

It seemed that way to me now.

The problem is, if you run away alone, you exterminate your family.

The same was true of Kafka, who had a difficult relationship with him.

He quickly pondered and pondered.

There was something that came to mind.

‘No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no ’

I thought about it for a moment.

Something soon came to mind.

It was a gift from a pastor.

A digital camera.

I ran.

He turns around the alley and enters the back of his house and opens the chest he hides behind.

Inside the box was a digital camera.

Battery inserted.

Battery was enough as expected.

He jumped urgently.

At the entrance of the building, it looks like they're trying to test the poison gas again.

Immediately, I picked up the photo machine and took it.

I raised my hand deliberately.

Ticktock, ticktock. Bang.

Sound raised as much as possible.

Later, a government soldier noticed.

“No, stop him! ”

Then I flipped over.

Sarca just ran.

"Mom, Dad, stay alive, I'll be back! ’

* * *

Sarca did not stop day and night.

After escaping the outskirts of Damascus, I ran and ran to die along the road.

But he already knew that the government forces were after him.

I chose a place where the vehicles were difficult to be different

I was more confident than anyone else.

Power was attuned.

Bang, bang. Bang.

The gunshot sounds later.

But by then, he had already crossed the valley again.

I was chasing after the government troops too.

Everyone gets school when they go through a difficult canyon to get to by car.

But they didn't give up easily either.

Photography was the problem.

If that evidence goes to the U.N., it was a disaster.

What we did this time was an experimental poison gas.

That is, any experiment.

It was known through the United Nations that they would not be able to restrain the blame of the world.

Any military sanctions and economic pressure follow.

The biggest problem is the United States.

They might as well take their hands off now.

It was a difficult situation to push them away because of insurgent terrorists.

Eventually, I got to the helicopter.

Tutu.

It was an increased number of troops.

But Sarca was wise. He continued down the road, disguised in a miraculous likeness of the environment, and began to dive south-west.

* * *

“Huff-puff.”

I'm out of breath.

I've only just arrived at Al Kunite.

But the situation was not good.

The government troops have already come and searched the area.

It started from the province and was almost everywhere.

Sarca even feels desperate.

I couldn't find the answer anymore.

But all he could think about was his parents.

What I couldn't forget was the Caffs.

I wanted to see her again.

I gripped my teeth.

I waited until nightfall. As soon as the darkness came, I went to one side of the village, took some clothes and food, and began to stay again.

Soon, you begin to see the Golan Plateau far away.

* * *

After crossing the Golan Plateau, the pursuit of the government troops was somewhat lacking.

But they didn't stop chasing.

A photograph even of a biological experiment was not something we could give up.

I continued to follow it very rarely.

Sarca was in a tight spot every time.

There was even a shooting right in front of you.

Luckily, I got out wittingly.

Endless running.

He began to tire slowly over time.

Stamina was also limited.

When I passed Azilun, my body didn't listen at all.

Every time, he had the help of the villagers.

“Well, thank you. ”

“Come on! ”

I went back downstairs.

I passed my feet.

Soon the Dead Sea was upon us.

I thought what would happen if I just got there.

I heard M raincomb was building a canal at the Refugee Camp last time.

They would listen to their own demands.

If I didn't feel right, I was going to go to Israel.

Maybe if it was an in vivo photo, they wouldn't stay there either.

It would have put pressure on the government. I couldn't confirm my parents' lives, but I decided I couldn't kill them unless I had a picture of them.

To be precise, we need them alive to prove that they're not poison gas experiments.

He believed in the pictures he had.

Arriving soon north of the Dead Sea.

I had finally reached my destination.

Bang, bang. Bang.

It was gunfire.

I can't believe I turned my back.

It was the government.

Moreover, there were three helicopters floating in the sky.

Soon thereafter, a military truck approaches at a terrifying speed.

He was at least a medium-grade soldier.

Sarca looks around.

All around is the plateau.

There was nowhere to run.

At that moment, his tears pinged.

It was not because I was afraid.

If he was caught here, his parents knew that he would die.

Through poison gas experiments.

He felt desperate.

I was more afraid of my parents' death than of my own.

The government forces are approaching at a rapid pace.

That's when the helicopter stopped.

No, all the Syrian troops have stopped.

A huge shadow slowly appeared in the sky.

“? ”

Sarca looks up at the sky.

It's to the south. A ship about the size of a playground slowly flies toward you.

Soon thereafter, a black object began to fall from the plane toward the ground.

An object that slowly drops down in conjunction with rocket jetting.

It was a freaky robot, barely more than five meters long.

The robots slowly started to climb to the ground.

Kwung. Kwung. Kuang.

Brake, brah, brah. Cramp.

Robot squadron of two hundred muscles.

The red glare was just creepy.

Soon, however, the giant ship slowly stopped.

Soon after that, what fell down was a 10m long robot.

Wheeing.

Kuang. Kuang. Kuang.

The ground shook as if it were an earthquake. The last thing to appear in the middle was a slightly different form of robot than the existing Terminator.

The robot suddenly began to climb down one by one in the air.

The one in front of him shouts.

“I, Jo Min-woo, order you. This is the territory of our raincomb. If you come any closer, I will destroy you! ”

“......... ”

Syrian troops didn't know what to do. They did not have a say in what to do with Cho Min-woo, who was talking nonsense while blocking his way.

But soon thereafter, it was the M fighter.

Two hundred of them covered the sky.

Hanging underneath was the Terminator.

It was truly a overwhelming force.

It was a situation that would have been wiped out in the first place.

Eventually, one of the officers leading the squadron shouted.

“This is internal interference. Why on earth would Raincomb want to oppress the people of another country? ”

Cho Min-woo smiled and shouted.

“For the sake of employee stability, we are prepared to go to war with the whole world. ”

“........ ”

The opposing team's lips twitch.

I kept changing my words.

I asked him to protest a few times.

But they soon followed.

Kwung. Kwung. Kuang.

It was a huge team of M-Raincomb robots.

Soon after was the M Airship.

I couldn't help but talk.

“I will sue the United Nations! ”

“Fuck you! ”

* * *

Syrian government forces were forced to retreat.

Of course, it was natural for them to report to their superiors.

But there was one problem.

It was a team of M robots.

They continue to follow themselves.

The momentum that followed with the sky darkened was truly terrifying.

It remained a blizzard throughout Syria.

He urgently informed the Syrian government.

“Khh, this is bad. The Raincomb Squad is approaching. ”

* * *

The Syrian government, of course, has a basic radar or air device. We use it to monitor Israel, Lebanon and Jordan.

Iraq is no exception. Especially now that the United States is getting more and more epileptic through the CIA.

It was the use of poison gas.

There are more than 100,000 M Raincomb robots coming in, but they couldn't have known.

The Syrian government soon dispatched two troops to neighboring Damascus.

I deployed 10 fighters.

The whole of Syria turned upside down like an all-out war. The rebels were puzzled by the sudden actions of the Syrian government.

Suddenly, they stop all combat and just stare blankly at sending their troops down to Damascus.

Soon, the M-Raincomb Force and the Syrian government confronted each other in neighboring Damascus.

Jo Min-woo validly threatened the Syrian government here.

“If you don't give up my employee's family right now, I will turn Syria into a wasteland! ”

“? ”

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