God of Blackfield

Chuckle! Chuckle! Chuckle! Chuckle!

It runs on a ridge that doesn't have much trees.

“Huff! Huff! ”

Thumb cramps open like a crustacean that comes out of the water and takes a bad breath.

I was proud to do some exercise.

Short distance, long distance, and a bit of running.

“Huff. Huff. ”

But this..... I didn't know it would run like this.

I'm from 606, so I've tried some mountain goobo.

However, the hymn that needs to be adjusted runs like a 100-meter athlete.

I really didn't know I was going to run faster than the truck that was running. The evidence shows that the enemy's truck that crossed the road has not yet followed.

I was terrified.

I can't follow you to the end like this...., such fear.

The smell of dirt sprayed by the darkness and ridge occupies the lungs of the thumbs and prevents them from breathing, no matter how much they inhale.

“Huff. Huff. ”

I didn't want to be left behind.

I had to endure thinking of the senior agents who had fallen in the alleys of Libya and the senior men who had died in the battle a few days ago.

First, you should not use evil to insult the people who fought AK rifles with their pistols and the will of the Korean nation to defend them like evil.

“Argh! Argh! ”

It was the moment when the sound of crying or screaming came out of the mouth of the thumb.

“I know we're coming! ”

A hymn of praise protrudes from the front.

I didn't even think about what to do if I heard an enemy.

“Huff! Huff! Huffy!”

Thumb cramps like a bad breath.

“Special team of commendation! ”

I cut short my words to see if I was breathing too.

“Unarmed seniors are in danger! ”

Chuckle. Chuckle. Chuckle. Chuckle.

Nevertheless, it does not slow down at all.

“The sooner we run! ”

“Huff! Huff! Huuuuuuuuu! ”

“I live with one more! ”

After a pause in breath, the figure of a steel ledge touches the head of the running thumb.

Sharp Eyes, Stubborn Speech, Comfortable Pose!

The slogans shouted by the elders of the unarmed zone also come to mind.

“Go! Run! Run!”

The screams of the senior agent who shouted at him in the alley came to my ears as vividly as I hear them now.

It's been a while since I've been an agent.

Based on experience, if you only saw your abilities, your thumb should have remained in the alley that day.

Why would he do that?

Why did you support him when you knew he was going to die?

“Hugh! Hugh! Hugh!”

Curiously, I can't breathe properly, but I'm not slowing down.

No! I felt rather exhausted.

* * *

Duh! Duh! Phew! Phew!

“Regular Force!”

It was a shout from a shining stone, with his head behind his head.

Tuttata! Furburbuck! Tuttata! Furburbuck!

Twenty years ago, countless rifles flew around the area where machine guns shed the light of death, targeting a special team of commentators.

Warlock!

Fuchung! Fuchung! Peeing! Peeing! Purebuck!

Kwak Chul-ho, who set his torso and shot his two feet, curled up at the enemy's fire.

The enemy is approaching an ally who is not responding properly.

“Yoon Sang! Take Joe 2 up there! ”

This time, Kwon Chul-ho used evil.

“Sniper 20 ahead, cover the front! ”

As you can see, it was a cold decision I wanted to make.

Definitely can't all move together.

Because you have to take away the enemy's gaze from here.

By the way, if we cut down on the numbers here, Kang Chol Ho and Chol Chol Chol could all die at the same time.

“Nimi! We used to fight comfortably! ”

It was a harsh insult that was not like Khwchol Ho.

Duh-duh-duh-duh! Phew! Phew! Purebuck!

“How are you going to see seniors! Even as long as we're all dead, those bastards and the factory aren't gonna have to blow! I don't think so! Yoon-seong! ”

The bloody eyes of Kwak Chul-ho and the look on the crocodile's face twitched like an angry cat.

“Joe! To the hills! ”

How fast you move while lowering the pose, it looks like someone is pulling the shin on the ice sheet with a string.

“Yoon Sang! Kill all those bastards! ”

Warlock!

Kwak Chul-ho, who was shouting, heard his torso.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

Following him, a group of 1 trillion men opened fire in unison.

Hostiles were rushing to the ground, and behind them, a huge facility stood pressing on Korea's Special Forces.

Tootatatata!

And at that moment, a red light poured out of the machine gun 20 times in advance flew into the heap toward the allies.

* * *

Chulkerduck!

Kang Chan, who was running in front, raised his rifle over his shoulder.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Pucheng! Pucheng!

Wu Hee Hee saw the scene where the hymn first misses the enemy.

Together with the hymn, the victory and the end of both the Chinese and African wars.

He shoots the rifle, throwing his body to the right and left of the hymn.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Duh! Duh! Fuchung! Bushu! Busheung!

How did he see it?

How do you know you've been running like that and jump into such a favorable position and attack in such a short time?

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

The thumb pulls the elongation trigger while spitting a dry spit on the neck.

I was surprised.

I was really surprised by Lee Doo-hee's attitude and attitude, even if he folded the hymn.

Choking or breathing is no different from thumb pain, but it has a twinkling eye.

Phoebeing! Peeing! Fubberbuck!

Cheeit. “It's the regular army. Lee Doo-hee! Stay on the hill on the left, Thumb Up! Cover me, Idouhee!”

It was just after I heard the radio on the ice.

Beep!

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

Kang Chan pulled the trigger and raised his torso.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

The crew grinds the rifle like crazy by his side.

Tuck!

Immediately thereafter, Lee Du-hee touched the shoulder of his thumb and moved quickly.

If you hadn't been trained, if you hadn't repeated this situation a hundred times, your thumb would never have moved along Lee Doo-hee.

As he rushed behind Idouhee, his thumb felt that the hymn and his crew would buy him time to move.

I didn't say a word.

Furry! Iron Duck!

Lee Du-hee, who threw himself at the place instructed by the hymn, fell down and immediately targeted the enemy.

Is this your experience, is this your senior?

Is that why you're so calm?

Of course, his thumb was thrown to the ground. However, it is not yet familiarized with this mechanical battle.

Thumb cramps were nasty.

Learn!

Learn and learn like a bad boy and always save and meet the agents next to me at dangerous moments like in the alleys of Libya.

Bushu! Iron Kirduck! Bushu! Iron Kirduck! Bushu! Iron Kirduck!

It was after Idouhee started shooting like a machine.

Cheeit. “Charge! Winning Left, Final Day Right. Cover the remaining agents! ”

The sound of the hymn was clearly heard in the gunfire.

Wararak!

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

On the final day, the victory ran out almost simultaneously.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Busheung!

Idouhee mechanically shoots the hidden enemy, and the remaining five agents pull the trigger like a bad boy.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

While running, Kang Chan splendidly pierces the forehead of an enemy who only sees Turburn.

It's a dark night.

Whenever you pull the trigger, the glow of a glowing glow flashes from the tip of the rifle and quickly disappears.

Quaak!

At last, the enemy was a blunt force.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

After Kang Chan fired three more shots, I didn't see him with a rifle right away.

“Turn it off.”

Basrak. Baszec.

Chulkerduck!

The moment the enemy grabbed his right shoulder from the front of the final day and retreated.

Fuchung. Fuchung. Pucheng.

The final rifle flashes three fires and three bullets are thrown at his forehead.

Half the man in a dead enemy's military uniform, half the Muslim outfit.

Cheers. “Assemble this way. ”

When the chant's radio went down, the agents were running fast.

Choke!

He glances at you with a rifle in his right hand.

This is the outer perimeter.

Sherman, you bastard!

He held hands with the Van Qaddafi regime and did not seem to be able to stop the Qaddafi government.

There's no way the CIA didn't know this.

Then give me help, but if I die here, it means better.

The agents stand behind the hymn.

“That looks like a steel tower. ”

The white buildings stretched from the end of the front downhill, and the iron towers were on the rooftops of the three or four buildings.

Kang Chan stared at the Iron Tower without moving, so everyone looked around with their breath.

The French Intelligence Service didn't know about this?

Did Romain really not know that the Qaddafi government forces were waiting for him, the French Intelligence Director-General, who even took pictures of Mohammad Zriff and his bodyguards?

That's why you thought you'd rather die here, like CIA Director Sherman.

“Thumb ring.”

It was the name of the hymn that was sounding for darkness.

The final day and the victory are back, and the thumbs are just like, "Yeah.” I said yes.

Kang Chan turned his head and looked at his thumb.

“Can you move like you used to? ”

That's too much!

Which one of you is going to be asked that question at this moment and understand the answer?

Thumb cramps.

“You and I, we go in. The perimeter's broken, and those bastards are still there, waiting for us to come in. While the final day and agents draw attention, I intend to turn outside. ”

Kang Chan pointed to the right side of the descent with his right index finger.

Running all the way up there again?

“The problem is we have to go up to the roof behind the building, and none of us can do that except you. ”

“I will.”

The thumb immediately replied, and it was nasty.

“UIS doesn't wait. Those bastards don't necessarily come running in packs. Final day. Think of it as a regular army and draw as much attention and time as you can. ”

“Got it.”

The final day was after a hard answer.

“We'll radio when we get there with the thumb ring, so get to where the enemy will react. ”

“Leave it to me.”

Chulkerduck. Choking.

Upon hearing the final answer, he immediately replaced the bullets with new ones.

Chulkduck. Choke.

Later, the thumb ring rushed to grind the bullet.

“I'm going.”

The hymn moved, and the thumb followed.

* * *

Yoon Sai's sniper killed 20 machine gun shooters and nearby enemies like bad luck.

Duh! Duh! Phew! Phew! Fubberbuck!

Of course, that doesn't mean that the number of enemies is obvious.

“Shuffle.”

Kwak Chul-ho looks down at the left shoulder of the fan with his flesh falling out and his fist as tight as his fist.

Even in the darkness, the blood appeared like a lump of honey. And it's also possible to red-water that blood on the forearm.

Those bastards...!

Korean Special Forces can't even count on Sucha's genitalia, can they?

Boom, boom. Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

However, it was really good, good, and good.

“The stone stone.”

When Kwak Chol Ho calls, the stone stone stone that was grinding the rifle right next to him gives a quick glance.

“Give me the C4. ”

It's an order.

What's wrong with you? This is dangerous. Where are you going to use it? ’It's unimaginable.

I swiftly pushed the bag that Lee Stone placed next to me to Kwon Chul-ho.

Fubberbuck! Fuchung! Fuchung! Busheung!

There was another shootout in the barrel trying to get back 20 Mirrors.

“Shuffle.”

In the meantime, Kwak Chul-ho opens his bag and pulls out the C4 and plunges it into his vest and waist.

Next, plug the wires into the C4, connect them all, and finally bite the end of the ignition device.

“What are you doing! ”

I asked the question in a growling voice as if I had seen Kyung-cheol Ho.

“Uh-huh.”

Kwak Chul-ho just laughed.

I became a special team and fought without a circle.

How horrible it was when you blew up a Chinese airport, when you were dealing with an endless coud in Africa.

Bitch. Bitch.

Both ends of the wire are properly bitten by the ignition device.

You can specify the time and press the red button so strongly that the plastic cover underneath is dented……, the show is blazing and burning.

Duh! Duh! Tofu!

The stone stone stone that I was staring at quickly turns my head toward the enemy.

Kwak Chul-ho watches the dead crew on the left and then looks back into the sky.

It crawls.

You can crawl to the front of the enemy's nose.

I was going to set the timer, hold the button in my hand again, get as close to the enemy as I could, and give him a hot shot.

All you have to do is pierce the front undercarriage.

It's a lot of numbers, but it's a pity to know they're all in front of us. If there were more enemies, they would have already been surrounded and run, but they wouldn't have done this.

“Fuchch.”

I wanted to see the differential fungus first, then the lagoon, and finally the hymn.

It hurts so badly even if your shoulders have flew a little bit, how did you get to grip yourself with the differential in Africa?

* * *

Warlock! Warlock!

It's the four who jumped behind the enemy with only the Great Sword.

Fubberbuck! Fuchung! Furry! Peeing!

The moment Steel Gyu stops the enemy from firing, Kwon Yong-hee immediately rushes to the next enemy.

Grrrrrrgggggggggggggggggggggggggg!

Stab him in the throat, but whatever it takes, he pulls it with force and cuts it.

‘The bastards..... ’

Killed half the starry juniors?

Those pretty juniors who stood in the aisle of an airplane, and cried out to themselves as seniors long ago, proud?

Kwon Yong-hee was impatient.

It was because of the fact that the enemy knew of this operation and waited.

Retreat is not a problem for unarmed special forces. However, the idea that the juniors would also be dangerous if this place were to be like this prompted Kwon Yong-hee.

Duh! Duh! Phew! Phew!

Shoot me so hard, you son of a bitch!

Warlock!

It was a moment when Kwon Yong-hee, strangled by the enemy, looked at the surroundings with a twinkling eye.

Burn! Choke!

The enemy on the left was aiming for a colleague who was following him.

Wadadadadak!

Kwon Yong-hee ran reflexively and received his companion.

Took! Puebuck!

I stared down at the cumbersome, chilly pain that is being transmitted to my neck.

Warlock!

I also clearly knew that another colleague was sticking a knife at the enemy who shot him.

The fellow who rescued him was running to another enemy.

Furry.

Kwon Yong-hee stood on his knees as if he was about to collapse.

You said "Kwon Chul-ho," right? ’

He was a really cool junior, and that's what the Special Forces called him.

Even I'm proud of it....

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

It's definitely the sound of a maneuvering rifle as the steel stone comes running.

His gun skills are unchanged.

Kwon Yong-hee turns his head to the left with all his might.

The proud Tai Chi was on the left...

Tuwook.

Kwon Yong-hee's head lost its strength and stretched.