God of Blackfield

Needless to say, the Yankees were facing Korea, and the readings in the eyes of the Special Forces were certainly different when compared to the recruits.

I rushed to the hymn with a slow-eyed expression that contained no fear of killing anyone.

“I heard it was a special case. That doesn't make it good to have eyes like that. ”

Handing over the horse was another member of the crew who had a deep eye next to an Arab man. The silence of the surrounding crew, even the way they looked at him, seemed like the old commander of the eleventh century, including the hymn.

“Shani.”

“Call me Chaney. ”

“I see. The old commander's way. Good luck in the future. ”

As Gilo raised his body, the men who were watching stood up in unison.

I felt that the time I had spent with him was right, and that the old men were on the road, just the simple act of raising their bodies seemed to be enough.

“Why did you turn the rifle back? ”

“This is convenient. ”

Gilo nods and bears his backpack.

“Let's go!”

He moves his body without saying anything else and goes down the path that the hymn saw.

His crew followed him and threw a meaningful snowflake and a naughty smile, but he was silently carrying his backpack.

Shh, shh, shh.

There was no conversation to walk 20 minutes.

However, it was clear that the strange comradeship felt by Enzo, who met him in Nudelle, was flowing among the crew, except for the hymn.

Kang Chan quietly walked along the crew who were walking forward.

Can we get into their gaps?

With golden and gray hair, brown eyebrows, deep eyes, a nose different from that of the French, and finally an indescribable accent.

Gilo was somehow the impression of an Italian man who went to cut his head and saw it in a magazine.

Black suits and white shirts that fit the body and look at the man with his hair cut off.

Add wild eyes and scars to it and you'll be on your way.

Shh, shh, shh.

I didn't really have a word during the walk.

I walked down for about 20 minutes like that, and there was a truck.

Gilo didn't tell me to go up to Zimcan.

Chulkerduck!

Instead, as he stood at the entrance to the truck's luggage compartment, one of the crew stood in a similar position on the other side, followed by a rope up to the luggage compartment.

Chuckle! Chuckle! Scream!

He grabbed the backrest of the gimbal in order and climbed onto the truck in a similar motion.

The crew on the other side of the road climbed into the last jimcan. He puts his backpack down in the back and walks forward and puts the machine gun on the driver's seat roof.

These looks are definitely different from when recruits gather and move.

The road moved to the passenger seat, and the car departed after hearing the closing of the door.

Kang Chan looks at the hill a little further away from the rocking gimbal.

There's a special team like this, and the question of why Enzo and the recruits should be assigned to the rebels has not left my mind.

Clumsy! Clumsy!

Whenever his body was shaken, James, Macson, and the tribesmen were moving away, and Enzo's appearance became as pale as the smell of nudles.

Pour it!

As the length flattened, the truck sped up a bit more.

It was about 20 minutes.

The runway, much cleaner than where it first landed in Nudley, slowly appeared in front of the truck.

If you do this, you will definitely lose shape as you become a villager.

So Kang Chan just assumed there would be a transporter around here, and the truck turned around, and the transporter really showed up.

Profit!

The truck snapped into the butt of the transporter and stopped.

An Arab crew smiled bitterly and nodded.

Get off!

Kang Chan stepped down the jigsaw with a sneaky move.

I could only hear the sound of the weapons and equipment on my body, and the sound of my feet, while I was walking with my backpack in my carriage. I barely opened my mouth.

I'd rather be dead. ’If I run, I'll give you a beating, but I'm in the middle of a tight-fitting tights, so I feel like I'm in a tight-fitting fit.

Upon boarding the transporter, the hymn moves to its innermost position and lowers the backpack.

“Hu!”

Now it flies to a new place. I don't know how that's different from Noodle here, but the life of an outsider will continue to look like this.

Shh, shh, shh.

The crew comes up in turn, and at the end, the path enters.

Huuuuuuuuuuuh.

As soon as the back door of the transporter is loosely closed,

Ooooooooooooooooooo!

The engine cries loudly to soothe the curled body.

Dingbangbanging. Drrrrrr.

The transporter then began to move slowly and immediately ran roughly through the runway.

Dwwwwwww!

Everything in the transporter was chaotically shaken.

Ooooooooooooooooo!

The front of the transporter sounded high.

Seeing it climb quite high, it seemed like it went far enough.

The crew members each stretched into a comfortable position, starting with the road pulling out the cigarettes scarcely before the transporter grabbed the altitude.

Yes! It's rather burdensome to be a close relative.

Kang Chan took out a cigarette, bit it in the mouth, took out a lighter and lit it.

“Whoo.”

It was time for the long-lasting smoke to suck into the back.

“We move to the Friendly River, Zambi, the border between the Congo and the Democratic Republic of the Congo. ”

Gilo opens his mouth to the crew.

“The mission is to kill Umbembe, the rebel leader of the Congolese occupying Jambi. As you all know, this mission is never easy. Despite the death of 72 members of the Thirteenth Regiment's foreign forces in Zambia, Umbembe's regime was not eliminated. ”

A door walkway with cigarettes in its mouth pulls out the folded paper three or four times from the left pocket and hands it to the crew right next to it.

“Remember your face. I was wondering if you could pass by our side while we're walking. ”

After his eyes were sharp, the crew handed over the photograph to the side, and it was in order and also to the hymn.

His head looked enormous. He was a middle-aged man who didn't have any hair, so his eyes were torn all the time and looked a little more cruel.

The task is to kill this man.

It was something I never imagined before.

Kang Chan handed over the picture he received back to the crew sitting next to him.

“Let me know if you want to leave this operation until you arrive as per the rules of the 13th Regiment Special Forces. Khalid!”

“Oui!”

An Arabian crew member who used to call the hymn a chick answered. I think his name was Khalid.

“Go get some coffee. ”

Khalid, who had stopped for a while, stood up.

“Khalid!”

Gilo twists his head and looks up at Khalid as he rises from his seat.

“The new crew has come and nothing has changed the rules of our old army. ”

While Gilo was talking, the cigarette stuffed from the cigarette that was hanging from his mouth and fell down.

“If I give you instructions, you must answer. ”

At a short moment, a tense tension hovered in the transporter.

And after a while,

Oui.

The obvious answer came out of Khalid's mouth, reluctantly.

As Gilo raises his head, he moves slowly.

“Channy.”

This time it was the turn of the hymn.

Oui.

Kang Chan plainly gave the answer.

“Welcome to our old school. However, you decide after this operation that you will not be an old man. One more thing. ”

While he was pulling out a new cigarette, the smell of coffee spreading from the back filled the transporter with grime.

“Since you haven't been trained by a special team, you take care of your own life, and you think you're watching this operation. ”

Gilo looked at the hymn as if demanding an answer.

Oui.

By the time Kang Chan answered, Khalid had brought coffee.

Coffee was held in a large paper cup, either in a hamburger shop or on a board that ripped off one side of a wooden box.

Khalid handed out his first cup of coffee to Gilo, and as he walked towards the auditorium, he moved his hands left and right and handed out his coffee to the rest of the crew.

Honestly, bitter coffee without cream and sugar was not good enough to smell, and I didn't want to drink it.

The one who approaches the front of the auditorium lowers an empty plank with a bitter face.

“There is nothing of yours. Go get in.”

It was a bold voice.

Deadly son of a bitch!

It was a coffee I didn't want to drink, so I almost felt dirty.

“I won't drink, so don't mind. ”

“Go get it. ”

As soon as I handed over the horse, I saw him flying straight away.

If you don't like the hymn, it makes sense that it's as easy to answer as it is now.

Kang Chan slowly turns his head and looks at Khalid.

It was the eyes that wanted to be chewed by Gilo and scolded by the hymn.

Feeding.

“Go! Get some coffee! Chicks!”

Khalid, who had a coffee in his left hand and a plank in his right hand, spit.

The intention to pour hot coffee or drop it on a plank was so clear.

No one stepped up.

I was going to watch how I do without getting my head rolled. I meant to be on my own.

If you hesitate at this point, you lose.

If you calculate the aftermath, you lose too.

I got it!

In a seated position, Kang Chan quickly kicks Khalid's shin to the floor of the boot. Kick the face of the fallen one more time to get peace again.

However, I wanted to stop right after my foot touched his shin.

It was because he held his back in a forward leaning position.

Glug!

The moment the coffee falls,

Yi Yi Yi!

The swinging plank immediately falls to the head of the hymn.

Quajazak! Warlock! Pueblo!

The moment the plank that struck the wall of the transporter breaks, Kang Chan digs his chest and grinds it with his fist as hard as he can.

“Ugh!”

Clearly, a scream exploded.

Kwazak!

Nevertheless, his right elbow hits the left cheek of the stronghold without hesitation.

I was distracted when I felt the pain of breaking my cheeks and chin. But if it collapses, there's no reason to run in the first place.

Pueblo!

Kang Chan grinds his reputation hard again.

Puck! Puck! Pueblo!

He shoots the ribs in a row with his right elbow.

I knew it would fall by this much.

Qaaaaaak!

"Ugh!"

However, he grabs his chest and lowers his back.

At the moment of impact, excitement pains spread all over the body, as if electricity were flowing.

Son of a bitch!

And at that moment, the hymn went up without poison before.

You son of a bitch who tramples people to show off to others for this kind of power, because it looks weak!

Kang Chan strikes his head at his jaw.

Screw you!

It took me this time to get it right.

Puck! Puck! Puck! Puck!

After shaking his head, Bertie grinds Khalid's neck and reputation together.

Qada-Ang!

He sleeps like a cut tree.

“Huff. Huff. ”

It was when Kang Chan turned his gaze.

“Next time, point your middle finger out and use it. If I had, I would have fought sooner. Be careful, your fingers go out first when you're in the wrong direction. ”

He gave advice in a harsh tone, as if Gilo had a good view.

“You don't drink coffee? ”

“I don't like having cream and sugar. ”

“In the back. Let go of your back and back while you're on the coffee. And have you ever learned martial arts? ”

“No.”

“Awesome. They call it the God of Death, and the rebels of Noodle call it that. Now go get some coffee ready. ”

After speaking, I saw the hymn as if the eyes of the road demanded something.

Oui.

It was minimal manners for the commander.

Let the hymn move. "Get rid of it.” I heard directions on the way, and as the three crew members spoke, I moved towards him.

To be honest, I wanted to have about one Oriental.

Thoughts, cultures, and emotions and looks are in the gap between the Westerners, so I felt like a goose mixed with ducks and a piece of clutter falling between the onions and the chutney.

Moving behind the transporter, there was a warm cup coming to the knee, and cream and sugar all over it.

You son of a bitch! Why did you touch the guy who said he wasn't going to eat and make him tremble?

Kang Chan looked back.

Khalid took up about three seats and stretched long.

Be patient! Be patient! Let's be patient!

If you knock the fallen one more time, you'll do exactly what you want, and it's just a nuisance.

Kang Chan followed the coffee into a paper cup, with cream and sugar.

Whenever I move my face, I hear a "spatter" in my left jaw, and whenever I lean back and open my back, I get a tight spot.

Even so, a kid named Smythen really kills one of these milkshakes.

“Whoo.”

At least the smell of sweet coffee comforted me.

It was when Kang Chan walked slowly and sat down.

“Shuffle.”

Khalid shakes his head and raises his torso.