God of Blackfield

The number of survivors was all four, including a hymn.

While Greg tied up the sleeves and boots of the crew who died with Asuka, sniper Kashir identified Umbembe's body.

The shooting skills shown in the process of dealing with the enemy, the recklessness of running towards the truck, and the grenade thrown at the end.

Greg, Asuka, and Kasir noticed such a embarrassing appearance of hymns.

All that was left was to go back to the runway that had been disembarked from the transporter and find out why.

Kang Chan first took out the map that Gilo was holding and confirmed the way back.

Then I went into the main building and looked inside.

“Crazy bastard. ”

He's the rebel leader.

When I looked at the food and fruit in the building, there was no need to think about it.

Shh, shh, shh.

Greg came inside and looked around the building and said, "It's done.” I said to him,

“Let's all come in and eat this and get going. ”

Oui.

Greg answered and called the two men outside.

The one who got bruised after eating is pretty.

Kang Chan sat around the table on the wall with three people.

It's a fruit. It's a tropical fruit that we all know, but the meat that was soaked in the aromatic sauce was a little raw.

I wasn't sure if it was beef or goat meat, but I baked it in salt and sprinkled a curry-thick sauce on it, squeezed it dirty, and the fragrance was very disturbing.

Though, it wasn't made with a strong taste.

I had a decent meal.

Next time, we'll all smoke a cigarette.

“Whoo.”

It was time to solve the questions.

“Asker.”

Unlike Greg, Asker didn't answer right away.

“Why was Gilo quiet while he was shooting? ”

After Greg and Sniper Cassir stared at him.

“We were focused on shooting, and we couldn't afford to fire because we had two people killed in the RPG. ”

He finishes his speech by giving Greg and Cassir an alternate look.

“Greg. Why didn't you apply right away when there was a gunfight? ”

Asker and Cassir gave Greg a glance this time, following the hymn's question.

“I was waiting for Umbembe to be killed and retreated. ”

Kang Chan nodded and took a cigarette into his mouth.

“Hoo. Kashir. Can you understand these two's answers? ”

Cassir raises her hand and wipes the seasoning and grease on her mouth.

It was a time-consuming act because it was difficult to answer, and that was actually enough.

The hymn took place in his place.

They all threw cigarettes on the floor and stepped on their feet.

Quaak! Quada Party!

I sat on the opposite side and kicked Asker's chest as he rolled his eyeballs.

Warlock!

Still, it's a special team.

He raises his body on the ground with a grip.

Huiq!

Kang Chan runs as he is and swings his elbow toward his left face.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah Pueblo!

Asker, who lifts up his arm and blocks the elbow of the stronghold, grinds the side of the stronghold with his right hand fist.

He suffocates like a hammer, but the hymn again swings his right hand elbow.

Kwak! Kwak!

And this time, the elbow of the hymn is pinned between his ears and his chin.

Kwak! Kwak!

Once again, the hymn that grinds around his jaw,

Boom! Boom! Pueblo!

With a pointed fist that holds the stop, I put up his name in a row.

“Darkness!”

Asker, who shrieks and falls back, twists his body and weighs it down on the floor.

“Huff. Huff. ”

It's a very powerful fight, so I can barely breathe a few punches.

I felt like I was constantly twisting my side, and the hymn turned towards Greg again.

“Greg. If you or Asker had helped us, we'd have saved one more life, and Gilo wouldn't have died like that. ”

Greg stares with his lips tightened.

Quaak! Quada Party!

The man is caught in the back of his footsteps.

Unlike Asker, however, Greg did not swiftly raise his body or rush right away.

“Argh! Argh! ”

At that time, Asker raises his head and hears a violent spit.

Squeeze. Squeeze.

The bitten hymn turns right and left.

Pueblo!

I kicked him in the stomach.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Kicked, kicked, kicked again.

A puppy who watches his coworkers die, two innocent people die and one is seriously injured, and one doesn't shoot right to the end.

Chelperduck!

Asker falls down on the filth, groaning like a dog, and the hymn retreats.

I don't understand how these bastards are a special team of foreign troops.

Was it a very special unit that took a rifle to save Kang Chan's life and turned the gun into a bad guy to accomplish Enzona's mission?

But why do these bastards live and eat fruit and meat, and they die?

The desire to kill again blossomed and the hymn turned on purpose.

“Kashir. Make sure you have access to the jeep at the entrance. If possible, we'll take that and follow the road on the map back to the runway where we took the helicopter. ”

Cassir looked at Greg's eyes once and said, “Oui.” and raised his body.

Shh, shh, shh.

Kang Chan came out to the entrance of the building and saw a truck wrapped in jeeps, a river of friends spread out over there, and a sky covering everything.

It felt like I had recovered what I had lost before, or that this life was not at all unfamiliar, as if I had left far away and returned.

I don't know why it's so easy to adapt and what's at the end of this life.

Kang Chan bites his teeth tightly and stares at the Friend River.

If I had to live a life of dying and killing with this king's gun, at least I wanted to be able to protect someone who made sense.

Even if it is possible to be the god of death.

* * *

Miguel confirmed the report twice and still couldn't believe it even though he finished reporting to the top.

It was reported that the 11th Battalion of the 13th Regiment Special Forces moved alone, killing Umbembe, who was tired of even seeing his dream.

He was the leader of the revolting rebellion, the villain who accumulated wealth through genocide, trafficking in women and children, long-term trafficking, drug trafficking and forced labour.

With that money, he hired guards from special forces all over the world, and eventually came to the attention of the French Intelligence Service.

Umbembeda, who sacrificed 72 foreign troops and was unable to catch them.

Even though there were eight such sacrifices, it was not easy to believe that 12 Special Forces members ran and killed him.

Miguel, the head of the French Central African Intelligence Service, looked once again at the six missing documents.

“Hmm.”

Again, the data of the Oriental foreign troops caught his eye.

“God of Blackfields. ”

Miguel frowned at the end of his eyes after reading a letter written by South African lost leader Pierre Laon in the lower right corner of the document.

If you're in the Intelligence Bureau, you actually get all kinds of news.

There are also missions to be undertaken by agents of the intelligence services, not by foreign troops, and there are times when special instructions from the intelligence services are required.

The order to remove Ummbembe was directed by the General Intelligence Agency.

First there was the sacrifice of an intelligence agent, followed by 72 foreign troops.

Not long ago, Miguel asked for quite a lot of troops to be wiped out by calculation at once.

It was the biggest reason Ummbe completely ignored France's influence as it occupied a part of Congo.

He even demanded a toll on all the people and vehicles passing through his area, and if he refused, he killed them immediately.

Anyway, it's nice to know that such a pain is dead.

If that's true.

It was Miguel's turn to drink tea.

Two agents in safari outfits entered his room.

“I've identified Ummbembe as dead. ”

After receiving Miguel's gaze, the agent finished speaking.

“We recovered the bodies of eight crew members who had died in the foreign forces, and Umbembe's body was taken downstairs. ”

“Cause of death?”

“There was a gunshot wound to the shoulder, and the direct cause of death appears to have been a grenade explosion. ”

This much you can trust.

After confirming Umbembe's death, Miguel followed the coffee mug with a lighter heart.

“What is the number of mercenaries? ”

“Only 29 were identified. ”

What kind of reports do intelligence agents make next?

Miguel turns his head towards the agent.

“The bodies that were shot were identifiable, but the grenade explosion caused the bodies to be divided into several pieces, so we couldn't determine the exact number. ”

“Shouldn't we just count our heads? ”

“A grenade exploded in the crash. ”

The agent shrugs like it's hard to say.

But the important thing is not the number of mercenaries.

“Find an informant in contact with Ungua. Tell him I want to see him. ”

“Got it.”

Ungua was about to become Ummbe's successor.

When the agents leave, Miguel slowly takes the mug into his mouth.

Killing Umbembe does not eliminate his organization in one day. Instead, his successor, Ungua, is forced to cooperate with the French Intelligence Service.

Ungua without Ummbembe can kill as many as Miguel instructs.

“Haah.”

Miguel's air has been refreshing for a long time.

* * *

Upon arriving at the runway, Kang Chan announced his return to the foreign troops there and moved to a temporary base nearby.

There was a two-hour investigation, and it ended with it.

There was a water tank near the airport.

The lecturer assigned to the barracks first washed his body and then healed the wounds he sustained as he rode down the mountain.

I sat in front of the barracks in shorts and cotton, holding a cup of sweet coffee and cigarettes in my hand.

“Whoo!”

It wasn't bad.

It was more convenient and better to stay away from Greg, Asker and Kasir. After the investigation, I heard the three of them were on vacation, but I never wanted that.

I just wish I could stay here for a few days.

* * *

Daheru Abdul Karim Azar has been a good chunk since birth.

Large hair, thick forearms, fallen eyes, dizzy trees, and even thick waist, neck and ankle.

I didn't have a lot of hair, so I pushed it around, but I didn't actually have any hair in the vicinity of my genitals.

Dayero, born in Tugurt, Algeria, cut the throat of tribal leader Hamir Al Uffi, who murdered his mother and sister, and crossed over to France.

Under an organization from Algeria that deals with people who do not know French, he was mainly responsible for introducing women to tourists or for protesting.

He was a fugitive and did what he was told because he didn't know French, but when he turned a blind eye, there was no law against him.

A simple, dominant, ignorant human specimen is Abdul Karim Azar of Daheru.

However, it's really nice to eat, but his temper is so bad, so it was best to avoid him quickly when he was picking and twisting.

There was also an opinion to feed the bullet and kill it.

However, he was also a member of an organization with tremendous power where three organizations of Algerian cinnamon were grumbling.

Of course, there were those who ran with swords to fix Daeyeru's habits. The result was that conflicts were usually resolved amicably on a line where their arm bones were completely broken.

There was also righteousness.

So the organizers who liked him also secretly became a shield.

You just have to be careful not to turn your eyes upside down.

The problem is, I don't know when those damn eyes are going to flip.

Anyway, he went out every night in front of the Excellence Hotel on Saint-Lazach Street, which gathers affordable hotels in Paris, France.

Watching French men or Orientals who wanted women and jumping out and robbing their pockets was the main task of D'Yeru.

Ever since, there has been no laughing law to deal with.

There was no crying from the beginning, so I don't have to say that.

I took special care of the older women who dealt with her.

If someone asked them the price and split it back, they would run and take anything and hold it in their hands.

Head of the Algerian Patriarchate of Excellence.

The women there called Daheru Abdul Karim Azar.