God of Blackfield

It was a three-story building on the outskirts of Pretoria, South Africa. Apparently, it's a shabby trade company that trades corn, with state-of-the-art facilities underground, and a second-floor office with five special agents standing by.

The General Director of the French Intelligence Service of South Africa, Pierre Laon, recommended cigarettes to the soldiers sitting opposite.

“Shahran. I'm sorry to have sacrificed so many men, but this kind of reaction is not good. ”

“Recruit Abdul Jonele saved Enzo from the rebel squad, and he's still alive. ”

Shahran has been poisoned since he came in.

“I need to know why you sent such a crew. ”

“Phew. We don't know. It's all because the Oriental recruit is messing with the mess. ”

“If you're so good at Nigeria's education, you're going to have to shut down all the schools elsewhere and run them. ”

Shahran's tearing eyes flourished and revealed his dissatisfied feelings openly.

“I know the Intelligence Department is working with Abdul Jonele. So now you better tell me exactly what Nudley's eyes are. ”

Pierre Laon is just a stubborn workplace.

However, he had eyes that were never pushed to Shahran.

“I'll send you somewhere else if you want. ”

“Hm. If I piled up the dust I inhaled on the battlefield in Africa, I would have filled all these offices. If the Intelligence Service comes out like that, I'll act on my own. ”

“It's hard to forget you're a soldier. ”

“Shouldn't you think you can take off your military uniform? It's also amazing that there are so many countries or organizations in this Africa that want me. ”

It was a conversation without a concession.

While spending time staring straight into the other person's eyes, the light of the car passing in front of the building knocked on the window and disappeared.

“Shahran. This is the instructions of the General Intelligence Agency. ”

The end of Shahran's eyes twitched as Pierre Laon said.

“Nudley's eyes are black heads, right? ”

Then, following Shahran's question, Pierre Laon's eyes were shaken this time.

“I'm sure you know what happens when you stimulate the General Intelligence Agency. ”

Shahran dances for a moment in response to Pierre Laon.

“It's hard to kill Abdul Janelle. That means we can't let him get out of there. The sacrifice of the crew is unjust, but it's all for the glory of France. ”

“Why? Why the hell did you sacrifice your crew so much? Even if you're a Blackhead, you can get as many Intelligence Officers as you want. ”

Pierre Laon leans against the backrest of the chair with a tired expression.

“All instructions from the General Intelligence Directorate come out for the glory of France. ”

He recited the second of the five commandments of the General Intelligence Agency, as he said to himself.

“Let's not think about it. You, me, or the long plate that needs to move when the order comes down. Let's just check what we know. ”

Pierre Laon looked up at the door and the stairs leading up to the second floor and said,

“The Intelligence General wants a blackhead that Abdul Johnelle knows where. Apparently I'm in contact with him. And I'm ordering him to be pressured through me and you. ”

“Let's eat the area. If we put the troops on standby now, we'll clean them up in a day. ”

“What about Nudley's eyes? ”

“You think he's in there somewhere? Maybe he's already out. ”

Pierre Laon shakes his head across from Shahran.

“He must have found it. That's evidence of yesterday's RPG attack on the crew. ”

“Then we should beat him even more. ”

“The General Intelligence Department doesn't allow that. ”

Shahran shakes his head, sighs, and brings his gaze back.

“Then let me tell you one thing. What's the identity of the recruit? ”

“We don't know, Shahran! However, I know that he is now in the middle of nowhere, not even the General Intelligence Bureau, you, Abdul Janelle! ”

Pierre Laon growls like a wounded wolf.

“What about the rescue team?”

It was Shahran's question with no facial changes at all.

“Tomorrow morning. ”

Then there was Pierre Laon's exhausted answer.

“Then Abdul Jonele will solve it tonight. ”

“Probably.”

And more meaningful conversations came and went.

* * *

I saw a bunch of boring commercials and a bunch of funny trailers, and if you don't show me the perfect movie, it's just a curse.

Those bastards!

He aims the rifle, pulls the machine gun trigger, and the enemies are standing still after reaching a distance of 30 meters.

I'm going to run with a machine gun if I have to get these together, but they stick to the ground like a towel spinner!

Enzo clings to the machine gun with a corpse-like face, and a hymn sits on the floor in front of the table a little further away.

Isn't it dangerous?

Stick to the table and the back is covered with a desk.

Enzo's bed on the left and the table at the headquarters tent on the right were covered, so there was no need to hide any more.

Moonlight was too bright.

Otherwise, I would have stood by and targeted their heads.

I also shot clumsily.

I didn't want to make them shoot so clumsily. Even so, it was obvious that we needed a way.

Back and forth? Backbone?

Damn it! I'm not sure Enzo understands Korean anyway, so the hymn shook his head.

Hiccup! Hiccup. Hiccup.

It's the night of Africa.

The moon shines in the sky like a back lit up in the water, and the stars are swarming.

I'm tired. I'm tired.

I wanted to end this boring confrontation quickly and grind the rifle no matter who dies.

Choke.

Enzo turns his gaze to the sound of the machine gun moving. Then he shook his head briefly.

When the trigger is pulled, the engagement takes place in any form.

Then the enemy has a higher chance of grinding the rifle, and the next order is Enzo being targeted.

‘I'd rather be a target. This is suspicious. ’

I told you not to let him die! ’

I meant it with my eyes more precisely than I said.

It is suspicious as Enzo said.

But when this battle was over, someone would be dead anyway. I didn't have to pull it this far.

They won't be sleeping on their faces.

All right! If that's how it works.

Kang Chan fell to the floor and moved to the right front of the table. And I looked around slowly so that my eyes would stare.

The land of Africa is sad.

Those bastards on the ground waiting for instructions, the damn moonlight, I felt that way.

I'm tired of an hour.

It really took me an hour to memorize them all.

If I had studied like this, I would have come to France as a scholar, not a mercenary.

“Enzo.”

Kang Chan calls Enzo as if he were pushing his head away from the table and whispering.

“Don't make a sound, come down to the floor. Quiet."

Enzo saw the hymn with his eyes as to what he was going to do this time.

“I keep forgetting because my head is bad. So hurry up a little bit. ”

I looked with suspicious eyes, but Enzo refused.

It was because he died, but he died, and rotted with a nasty smell.

After Enzo lowers his arm under the bed, he tilts his torso like a crocodile into the water.

However, the leg did not move properly.

To this end, he reached out his hand and grabbed the bandage of his left leg.

“Turn it off.”

It was groaning like a cry.

Furry.

He lowers his left leg to the ground and vomits an elongated breath. Because he experienced it once, knowing how terrible the pain was, Enzo could not easily move the remaining right leg.

I couldn't help it.

Enzo's hugging could have ended in one shot because the enemy had never fired before.

Enzo grabs the bandage of the remaining leg again.

“Turn it off.”

After swallowing a distressed groan, he pulls his leg and falls to the ground.

I don't know why I asked you to come down and do it or just do what you're told. However, it was clear that Kang Hyeong only wanted to get off the floor.

Hearing Enzo's harsh breath, the hymn recalls what he had memorized over the past hour.

How did you come up with this idea?

Does anyone really have this ability?

I don't know the correct answer.

But now this seemed the best way.

Kang Chan checked the bullets on his waist with his left hand.

There are 30 of them in one of the bullets.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

I slowly looked around, listening to the sound of breath.

Then I last checked the position of the enemies lying flat in the bright moonlight.

If you fastened your leg to the ground in front of the rifle, you could aim more accurately, but it was worth the effort.

‘One, two! ’

Chulkerduck!

While sitting on the floor, the strong hymn raises its knees and aims its rifle at the target.

Taaaang! Torch! Ta 'ang! Torch! Ta 'ang! Torch! Ta 'ang!

After pulling the trigger, it is precisely oriented like a cogged machine, and the trigger is pulled continuously without breathing.

Shock to the shoulder, gunpowder smell.

One life at a time disappears from the bottom of this Africa. Even if he's the enemy.

His anger rises again as he pulls the trigger.

Why? Why are you dying in vain!

What the hell is the reason? You bastards!

Enzo, who was struggling to overcome the terrible pain, completely lost his sight for a moment.

Even if the moonlight was bright, the enemy was 30 meters ahead.

It's not a crowd.

Forty people are spinning around 360 degrees, and the hymn is pulling the trigger as if the first needle were moving.

It was frightening.

Every time an Oriental crew member like this chick pulls the trigger, the enemy's body splashes.

Fubberbuck! Duh! Duh! Tofu!

Even after the enemy couldn't stand it any longer and pulled the trigger and the dirt was splashed right in front of him,

Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang!

Kang Chan was still pulling the trigger of the rifle like a machine.

Can I pull the trigger so coldly?

It was the moment the creeps spread all over me.

Fubberbuck!

“Argh!”

Enzo screams for the dreadful pain of ringing his legs again.

Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang!

The hymn remained unchanged.

I spent an hour so tired of staring at my enemies!

Is that what you were trying to put the enemy's location in your head?

Desks, tables and chairs away from headquarters felt uninterrupted by the hymn.

Enzo, who was shaking his head to overcome the pain, frowned and saw the hymn.

Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang!

The moonlight was clearly showing the blood scattered on his legs.

He was struck by a leg.

And yet, the hymn was still pulling the trigger with precision as if it were a first stroke.

Chuckle! Chuckle!

No matter how much pain he suffered, the chanting of the bullets seemed unrealistic.

Enemies rush up and run to see if they can't take it anymore.

Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang!

However, whenever the hymn pulls the trigger, it flies backwards, like the ones who got their foreheads.

There's no such thing as fear!

Their movements, the flashes of their knives, really pose no threat to you?

Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang!

I got it now.

Not even a common AK rifle is caught in the bodies of those who stand up and run.

It means that only the men who shot him had AK rifles.

So I was going to die anyway, and I was going to run to the end.

Chuckle! Chuckle! Chulkerduck!

For a moment, Kang Chan turned his rifle around without pulling the trigger and was wary of the surroundings.

Killed 40 hostiles in that short moment?

Enzo was not confident enough to face the glorious eyes.

That crew is a monster or the god of death who turned the monster upside down.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

Kang Chan still tried not to miss the sound of breathing.

I felt like the world was moving at my own pace.

Chuckle! Chuckle!

Finally, I looked around. It's okay. That's enough.

The bodies are clearly scattered where they first memorized them, and those who jumped later are also clearly immersed.

The right shin growls like a burn.

Scream!

Kang Chan took his body off the ground with malice.

It would be helpful if Enzo could provide protection at this time, but it was also a dangerous situation due to a gunshot wound to the leg.

Kang Chan moves toward the barracks while lowering his stance as low as possible.

I had to check the guys who shot the rifle first.

I knew it when I fired about ten shots.

About 30 people know they didn't even bring a rifle.

The enemy's cerebral ministry must have sent them to die, just as they let the chicks of the foreign troops die.

I fought to live.

There was no personal grudge against the dead.

I ended the trigger there once.

Even so, he was breathing until a little while ago.

I'm angry at what kind of lunatics use people's lives for nothing.

Shh, shh, shh.

Kang Chan arrived at the first body and checked the condition.

As the bullet that dug his forehead tore his throat, the floor around his head was soaked with blood.

If they endured five years, would they still have permanent residence?

Or did you get a house when you took the head of the hymn?

An AK rifle and a big knife, spread on the floor, fell into a tranquil position while waiting for the new owner.