God of Blackfield

The two jeeps standing at the entrance were the same, but the mercenaries who protruded from the main building moved quickly and without a clump.

Two of the Jeeps have precisely three trillion mountains, and those who came out of the main house have not slowed down the perimeter by turning the rifle to where one trillion is hiding.

This has happened since Joe made a sound.

It may be the sound of birds not living here, or it may be that the mercenaries are so experienced that they know that they are human.

It doesn't matter, though, whether 30 experienced mercenaries are pointing a shotgun at 12 allies, calling a Chinese house and ordering money gas, or asking for a foot in a chicken house.

I didn't see Umbembe's head once and the situation was tainted.

Do you keep hiding and watching?

It was when Kang Chan was waiting for instructions.

Blah! Blah!

Mercenaries start up in trucks and jeeps in a row.

Profit.

Then I heard a sharp sound of the door opening through the engine sound of the truck.

Looks like Baldy was trying to get out of here.

There is nothing two trillion people can do because the building covers the front. Articles 1 and 3 there are covered in trucks, making it difficult to check the entrance.

After all, waiting for baldness to come back here seemed like the wisest way.

Did I tell you to wait until three days?

It was time for the hymn to breathe loudly.

Boo, boo!

The sniper rifle sounded terribly clenched his ears.

Ta-da, Ta-da! Two-way! Ta-da-da!

Immediately, mercenaries' fire exploded.

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!

The mercenaries in front of the building constantly scratched their guns at where there were trillions and trillions.

Bee-you-woong!

At the entrance jeep, an RPG was blown at the mountain where it was assumed that there would be three trillion.

Khhhhhh!

Duh! Duh! Ta-da!

Using gaps where gunshots don't stop,

Boom! Boom!

Trucks and jeeps moved.

If the last one was Umbembe, he was out of the base on a Jeep.

If it's like this, it's all right to run now.

That's why it's right to catch one way or another before you leave the base.

It was after a frustrating time.

Busheung! Took! Bushuang! Ta-da!

There was a shooter in a row, and there was a counter fire.

Burrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Boom! Boom!

It was after two trucks moving around like a jeep.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Ta-da! Ta-da! Fuchschung!

There was a trillion shootings aimed at the jeep standing at the entrance, and a mercenary stretched his body.

The road is also trying to stop Umbembe from leaving with a jeep blocking the entrance.

That's why we're risking our lives and shooting jeeps at the entrance to the mountain.

What are the trillions doing?

Kang Chan quickly looked at Greg.

One clan is fighting like that, and you're just gonna watch it here?

Bushu! Tadadadadada-da! Pushchung! Fuchung! Tofu!?

While Gilo was aiming for the jeep at the entrance, Asker, who was originally there, continued to target Umbembe.

Ta-da! Pushkeng! Busheung! Ta-da!

We have to help!

I can't do it because four people are fighting like that. I need to draw some attention from this side!

Tadadadadada-da! Bushu! Bushu! Fuchung!

Why the hell are the trillions in jail?

I'm screwing things up.

“We have to get out!”

I couldn't stand it, so Kang Chan opened his mouth first.

Greg must have hesitated when he looked back.

Watching the desperate battle between Gilo and Joe.

“You son of a bitch! ”

Kang Chan spat in Korean.

“I'm coming. ”

Then I threw back the French horse.

Pfft!?

After standing behind the tree, the hymn jumps straight down.

Whew! Whew!

It is halfway down the cliff in a lying position.

Jacques Quzazazazazac! Jii Yi!

"Argh!"

I felt my thighs, buttocks, and lower back torn apart, and I had no way to stop now.

Chelperduck!

Kang Chan fell behind the building at shovel time.

Scream!

It was evil and aroused a body.

Chuckle! Chuckle!?

Then I ran straight to the front of the building.

Pushchung! Busheung! Fuchung! Tofu!

The gunfire remained.

The road that grabbed the jeep at the entrance was blocking the mercenaries who were headed for the jeep like evil, so I had no choice but to hold my fire like this right now.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

Special Forces? Breathing together for a long time?

Screw you!

I was lucky to be able to move quickly thanks to the chaotic gunfire from the front.

Upon arriving at the building, the hymn flew into the corner with a sharp wall.

It was when I pushed my head toward the main house.

Pushchung! Busheung! Fuchung! Ta-da!

It looked good.

There was a jeep hiding between the jeep and the truck, and there were mercenaries hiding themselves between that jeep and the truck shooting.

Choke!

Kang Chan picked up his rifle.

The distance is less than 100 meters.

I don't know why.

However, there was no reason to miss an enemy with a head in the right distance.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

Kang Chan hung his index finger on the trigger.

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

At shovel time, your head exploded.

Fubberbuck! Bunch of bitches! Ta-da!

The enemy's counterattack explodes the edge of the wall on which the hymn relies.

The shriveled hymn stares up at the top with two trillions.

No cover fire?

Chulkerduck!

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fubberbuck!

It was when the hymn that blew out their foreheads again curled up behind the wall.

Chaaaaaaaaah!

Greg and the two crew members were coming down.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

We got two more.

Bushu! Bushu! Fuchung! Pushchung!

One trillion shots exploded.

Choke! Fuchung! Fuchong! Fuchong! Fuchong! Fuchong! Pueblo!

Gangchan caught three more in a row.

Ta-da! Ta-da! Tadashi! Tadashi!

There was an enemy counterattack.

Argh! Argh! Scream!

Greg and the two crew members jumped to the side of the auditorium around that time.

It's really funny to have four on one wall like this.

The hymn points to the eye with its index finger and stop, and then reaches for the opposite wall.

Greg nods and moves quickly with one of the crew.

Crazy son of a bitch! I don't even know what a promoter means for a crew to move, but I don't know what to do if he runs.

It was when Kang Chan heard the rifle.

Chulkerduk! Fuchung!

The rest of the crew next to the stronghold pulled the trigger with their hands out first.

Pieing! Pervert! Pervert!

The bullet flew clear of what was waiting.

Furry!

I just pulled the trigger twice.

His neck and chest burst right in front of his eyes.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

When I asked you to take a look, the crew's body grew.

Dull dirt walls, river-like dirty floors, military uniforms, spiky rifles, and shimmering hands and faces.

Everything looks black and white, but only the blood that drenched the neck of the dead crew at the rebel base is my color.

When someone pulls the trigger, the bullet flies, and on the other side, someone leaves a red in the black and white world.

If it wasn't for that red blood, it might have felt like a joke to live and die. Somehow, the game is over, like it's going to happen.

Chuckle! Chuckle!

It was just after Kang Chan grinded the bullet.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

There's a gunshot coming from Greg's side.

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da-da!

Certainly it was a different reaction than Nudley's rebellion, and it was a shooting.

It's your chance to take your gaze from over there.

I may have been distracted by the death of one person on this side.

Choke! Fuchung! Fuchong! Fuchong! Fuchong! Fuchong! Pueblo!

Kang Chan burst his forehead again.

Mercenaries hiding between the truck and the truck.

However, I couldn't see any more of the enemy immediately after the fall of the three of them.

Warlock!

I wasn't thinking and excelling.

Chuckle! Chuckle! Chuckle! Chuckle!

Weapons hanging from your body use evil to do something crazy.

I know. It's crazy. But I don't think we should miss this opportunity.

The real crazy thing to do was to run out of the building and think it was insane.

Chuckle! Chuckle! Chuckle! Chuckle!

While the weapon on your body is using evil,

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

I only heard the gunshots of my allies.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

The truck was right in front of me, with all the color stripped and the shimmering iron in it.

Chulkerduck!

Kang Chan sticks to the outside of the truck with his rifle pointed.

Khhhh!

I have two grenades on my body that I received from a special team.

Tearing. Tearing.

The moment I pulled the pin, I heard the weapon moving from the inside.

‘One, two! ’

They could have picked it up and thrown it right away.

Whip!

The thunderclap that threw the grenade threw itself right at the floor.

Khhhhhh!

The floor was tremendously shaken at the same time as the explosion that tore the ear.

Booth!

Warlock!

He raises his body while the dust pours like rain, and jumps behind the jeep.

Chuckle! Chuckle! Choke!

I turned the rifle around, but no one could shoot a live one.

“Shuffle.”

An enemy who shed red blood between his forehead, his eyes, his chin, and his neck grabbed him by force.

Don't do it. It's not a good way.

Kang Chan shakes his head as he looks into his eyes.

Feeding.

I saw him smile clearly.

Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!

I barely set up an AK rifle while I heard the crews running.

I couldn't pull the trigger yet because I was pulling the gun with my right hand to see if my left arm was broken.

I knew what it meant to kill him.

However, it was difficult to understand the mercenary trying to give up his life so easily.

Shh! Shh!

At that time, the crew jumped behind the back of the auditorium.

And, uh...

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchschung!

I put a bullet in the body of the enemy who pulled the gun.

Furry!

He made a wish.

Fuchschung! Fuchschung! Fuchung!

Some people who didn't want that wish lost their lives.

Steelkerduck.

Kang Chan lowered his rifle and turned around to get out of the truck.

I deliberately stood up to the mountain.

I've been fine.

However, nausea rose slowly and it was no longer possible to smell blood or gunpowder.

I wanted to smoke.

It's a rebel base, and I'm a jerk, and right now I'm just thinking about cigarettes.

After turning the rifle to the right, the auditorium pulls out a cigarette and bites it in the mouth and holds the lighter in its hand.

Chunky. Cheers.

You're gonna have to do this shit for the next five years?

Between the onion and the chutney?

“Whoo.”

I was prepared to support the foreign troops!

But as soon as you get out of the training camp, this is a bit harsh!

“Channy.”

I heard Greg's voice when I spit on the smoke about twice.

You coward.

When Kang Chan turns his head, Greg points down with his head.

The road leaning on the wheels of the truck was laughing hard at the hymn.

Shh, shh, shh.

Kang Chan slowly approached Gilo.

I thought I was going to die. Even on the road.

He was vaguely imagining that he would end up like this.

The one who liked it, the one who knew where he was, he felt like he was going to die like Enzo or Gilo.

“Tobacco.”

The words were taken from the hymn with sleepy eyes.

Kang Chan hesitated to sit across the street and take out a cigarette and set it on fire, and passed it back on to his mouth.

There was so much blood coming out of his chest, stomach, and right thigh.

“Rip this. ”

Gilo points to the left pocket with his eyes.

“It's a sign from the old commander. Take the rest of them to the troops. ”

“Did you forget I'm a recruit? ”

“Hm. Do you know what it means to give this mark? ”

Kang Chan took a cigarette out of his mouth without confronting him.

“I thought you were a god of death, but if I had known your abilities a little earlier, this life wouldn't have been so bad. ”

As Gilo speaks, the cigarette in his mouth shakes up and down.

Shh, shh, shh.

That's when Greg approached.

“Survival five. ”

“It'll be four soon. The Temporary Old Forces Commander shall be replaced by Chani. ”

Greg had no answer.

Kang Chan took out a new cigarette, bit it in the mouth, and lit it with the cigarette he was smoking. Otherwise, the smell of blood would be nauseous.

When I stared for a moment at the fire,

Tuck!

The head of the road sags in front of a blurred gaze.

A white smoke blooming from a cigarette hung from his mouth was rising above his head on his face.

“Whoo!”

Kang Chan reached out his hand and pulled out the cigarette that was bitten in his mouth and threw it on the floor.

I don't know if I have eyes on this guy and that guy, or if I meet someone I like or think will work.

But I'm tired of sending people away like this, even though it's only twice.

“It's dangerous to be here for so long. ”

Greg gave it to me.

Kang Chan slowly turns his head and looks at him.

If I'd helped a little sooner, I'd have lived a little longer, and maybe I'd have been in the way among the living crew.

I kept craving to pull the trigger on that coward's forehead, and the strong man bites him.

After a moment of staring at him, Kang Chan turns his head back to Gilo.

“I have to go.”

I wanted to remember him like the lighter Enzo left me.

And I didn't want to walk in that coward's salute.

Kang Chan ripped out an exotic unit mark on the thumbnail of Gilo's left chest.

Pfft.

The strong hymn that raised the body slowly looked at the sky.

At the end of the day, I wanted to fly much farther into the sky.

“Whoo!”

The admiration goes all the way here.

It was time to tie his sleeves and boots.

Kang Chan turned his gaze.

“Greg.”

Oui.

“Take care of Gilo. Depart as you finish. ”

Oui.

Greg answers twice and moves toward the path.