God of Blackfield

I turned the corner of the building in an oblique position, as I put my right back against the wall.

I don't mean to be a sinner, but what kind of humans don't light a fire?

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

I also thought it might be an abandoned base.

So even the enemies at the entrance to the cave do not follow in a hurry....

Booth!

It was then.

At the end of the cave where the hymn had been walking, the sound of the earth breaking and the sound of people moving were clearly heard.

Kang Chan slowly brought the rifle in his right hand forward.

If Enzo had been here, he would have insulted me as a lunatic.

And I would have told you to get out of here with those sharp eyes. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You're not the only one.

Don't you see I volunteered here at this age to do this?

You said you liked the look in your eyes?

He breathed slowly and exhaled again slowly.

I don't know how many people there are at the base, but it was the end of the day, from now on, whether the enemy was killed or shot by a muzzle or stabbed in the neck like Enzo.

Booth!

Enemies are approaching the building with their positions lowered.

Crazy bastards!

The grass is too small to hide properly!

Funny, considering you came all the way here.

Kang Chan leans on his left back against the wall and slowly raises his rifle.

Even if I had a little common sense, it wouldn't come as if I was lined up like that on a moonlit night. It was because he could be exterminated by one person as he is now.

I really wanted to see the look on the commander's face.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

Kang Chan raises his rifle and points at the forehead of the man who stands in front of him.

Get closer. Make it clearer.

Looks like an Olympic slogan, but now you're right to wait until you see one more.

I don't know when it was wrapped, but I had my hair tied to my head, and I had a beautifully dried bowl, an old shirt, and shabby pants and a skimpy cloth on it.

A line was approaching, with rifles and knives in the blink of an eye, but humans who had not even received the basic education to move as a sign.

I remembered the moment Enzo's knife was stuck in his neck.

He stabbed his back, stabbed his left thigh, and again stabbed him in the right thigh.

Yes. You and I will meet and kill each other and be faithful to our mission. What do you do with what you look like and what you wear?

You're aiming for me, and I'm going to kill you for life and for Enzo's revenge.

Kang Chan confidently placed his index finger on the trigger of the rifle.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

Farewell. And I advise you not to go if you go near a healthy Enzo. It wasn't a joke.

At the end of the rifle, the forehead of the enemy standing in front of you is caught accurately.

Ta 'ang! Ta-ang! Ta-ang! Ta-ang! Ta-ang! Taang!

A rifle explodes while breaking the static and shatters from the head of the enemy in front.

Ta-ang! Ta-ang! Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang! Taang!

The croucher, the shredder on the floor, the runner back, and every time they pull the trigger, their heads burst out like watermelon on a club.

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

Choke!

Kang Chan looks forward with his rifle moving left and right.

I didn't see any more of them alive.

He may have rushed into the cave, or he may have fallen flat on the ground.

Tea cock!

I rushed to grind the bullet. Then I realized.

‘You're empty.’

This base is now empty if no one gets shot like this.

Feeding.

Kang Chan smiles at the entrance of the cave.

I've changed my position now. Who's in favor of a gunfight outside the cave? Fight those ignorant bastards who know how to kill people with a properly educated hymn.

* * *

Pierre Laon hastily handed over a note with a headset on his head.

“All we know is that there was a gunfight at Abdul Jonele's base. Our troops are currently standing by, fearing an engagement with him. ”

[Pierre. Eton made his own move. If Nudley's eyes go into Eaton's hands, it's not your life.]

“I'll put the troops in. ”

There was no immediate response from Pierre Laon, who swallowed the dried saliva and gave it to him.

[What about the commander of the standby force?]

“Shahran..... ”

Before I even said all the names.

[Then, Enzo and his allies who are engaged.....]

“Gangshani.”

[Chan.]

“Yes, Chaney. ”

The name is really hard to pronounce.

[Troop in exactly 20 minutes from now. Kill all the men at Abdul Janele's base. As soon as the operation is over, move Shahran and the pending troops to Voro, Uganda.]

“Got it.”

[And tomorrow at 11: 00 a.m., I will send 15 of the crew from the training base to guard the base again.]

“There is no commander. ”

[If Enzo or Kang-chan survives today's engagement, nominate one of them.]

“How do we deal with both of them if they die? ”

No instructions came down as to why.

Short silence followed.

“I'll take care of it. ”

Pierre Laon urgently answered and the radio was cut off.

* * *

Shahran stares at Abdul Jonele's base with a strong lip.

I heard the sound of a rifle in a row, but I had no instructions.

Enzo is not the kind of man he can stand.

If so, the recruit from Korea is holding back, but Korea does not provide military education such as shooting in high school.

If you think it's no big deal because you're dealing with the rebels, it's a misfortune.

No matter how hard you train, pulling the trigger against the first person is not easy. Surrounded by more than 60 enemies, they are terrified and unable to even aim properly.

"Pierced his head in one shot? ’

You need to understand that the bullet escaped from your neck by hitting the forehead of an enemy lying 30 meters away.

Was he a shooter? ’

Abdul Johnelle's base, silent and dark, is stared at by Shahran's heavy eyes.

Everything was going wrong with that fucking Oriental recruit.

Was the General Intelligence Service preparing? Is that why you sent those monsters into the recruit gap? Even if the General Intelligence Agency raised him, he can be persuasive.

Taaaaaaaaaah! Taaaaaaaaah!

At that time, the sound of a rifle blasting from Abdul Jonele's base stretched his tail and ran.

What the hell is going on?

You're gonna kill all the chasers by yourself again?

Taaaaaaaaah! Ride! Ride!?

Shahran swallows dry saliva with his fist.

That's a gunshot fired by a man. I can't even hear the AK rifles from the rebels there.

I wanted to run and see what was going on right away. However, we must now await instructions from the intelligence services, such as the dog.

Get on! Get on! Taaaang!

In the meantime, I heard a lone gunshot.

Tudududuu! Tudududuu! Tudududuwu!

For the first time, I heard the sound of an AK rifle.

* * *

Abdul Janelle looks at the front of the car with an uncomfortable expression.

The trucks that his men were riding were guarding the front and back, and he was moving on an American jeep.

It's called Nudley's Eye, but it's a small lump of black head. It's not a jewellery prize. Why does the General Intelligence Agency of France and the British Intelligence Agency want it so badly?

You make weapons out of this?

That means you get a gun or a cannonball with a diamond, which is too unrealistic.

That doesn't mean the General Intelligence Bureau and the Intelligence Bureau made a bet on who made this black head ring.

Abdul Jonele looks back, wrinkling between his eyes. I heard a gunshot somewhere.

Scary.

No matter how many knives you send, how can one person deal with that many people? After that, the men sent in rifles and RPGs.

Certainly, the special team members raised by the General Intelligence Agency are subject to fear. Those guys? They're not training. Human weapons that need to be sensed at birth, trained appropriately, and experienced desperate action.

Pour! Grunt! Ducky!

Abdul Johnelle sighs with relief as the jeep turns to the left.

Moving with Nudley's eyes is dangerous.

But what if the General Intelligence Agency of France sent a special team like that to kill and take it?

I'm anxious to leave the base with my things, but I'm only going to find a way to live after I'm not a fool.

Ten minutes from here, you will meet the rising star, Eton, of the British Intelligence Service and connect with him.

Huge money, connection with the British Intelligence Service, if that's the case, the hidden talent of South Africa is this body, Abdul…….

Parsac! Pur!?

Abdul Janele's forehead explodes and blood splashes through the broken glass window.

Parsack! Pasak!

And two more bullets flew and struck his neck and face.

Parsack! Parsac! Pur!?

Even his men who were driving were shot and leaning on him, the Jeep moved to the left.

Abdul Johnelle, whose face was completely crushed, collapsed into the passenger window.

* * *

Chieit.

[Start cleaning the villa. Repeat, start cleaning the villa.]

It was a radio station dug into Shahran's ear that was still frowning.

Shahran hands over the radio, raises his index finger and stops and points to the front.

It's called cleanup. In an operation aimed at the rebels, the instructions for cleanup are all-out killing.

Taaaaaaaaah!

There was still a gunshot.

I was in a hurry. I wanted to go quickly.

However, the boundaries could not be neglected and could not be moved as quickly as the mind. Shahran and his crew also hooked up in one RPG.

* * *

You bastards!

Kang Chan aims his rifle at the entrance.

The second time I wait for my enemies to crawl out and kill them, I am silent now.

You grind the bullets once, and you're halfway there?

I grabbed the trigger and grinded it when the bullet was left in the magazine to prevent it from falling. He killed about 40 people.

“After.”

Kang Chan leans his left shoulder against the wall and lowers the rifle's rifle down.

I don't think I live normally, but I feel like I'm never going back to the day I fought with the Yankees.

Grow up!

At that time, I heard someone approaching from behind.

Whew!

Even if I turned my head, nothing would come into my eyes right now.

And at that moment, I saw the shape of a fast moving person.

It was a well-educated gesture and movement.

Holy shit! Is this really over?

Kang Chan puts his index finger on the trigger of the rifle.

The torso of a splashy rifle, a long gray uniform, a military boot, this was all I had at the end.

I came here because I didn't want to resent someone else, because I didn't want to live cowardly, because I didn't want to be pressured by someone, but it ended like this.

Would he have lived if he had run away like Enzo said?

Feeding.

Kang Chan smiled with one lip.

If I didn't do this, Enzo's last appearance would have remained so that he couldn't live comfortably, and then he would have been a murderer who would have fed bullets to his forehead without even asking the rebellious-looking ones.

I want to talk about my crappy feelings here!

Kang Chan lifts his rifle over his shoulder.

The enemy is approaching from behind, so it will crawl out again.

Front mole, back mole?

At that moment, the head of a man came up from behind the bluff.

Chuckle! Chuckle!

Kang Chan aimed his rifle quickly.

However, he did not pull the trigger.

I looked at the opponent's hat and the rifle he was carrying.

“Enzo?”

The opponent slowly raises his torso and asks a question with his rifle pointed.

“Thirteenth Lieutenant of the Foreign Regiment (Lüttnant, Lieutenant rank), Shahran. ”

After confirming the hymn, Shahran slowly raises his body, and his crew slowly approaches him in a crouched position.

Kang Chan didn't drop his rifle.

Somehow I didn't think I'd be able to break the boundaries.