God of Blackfield

Even after the holiday was over, the operational order did not come down immediately.

At this point, the eleventh base usually spends time in exercise.

I didn't actually do anything to get acquainted with the new recruits.

Twelve people divided into six sides, enjoying the special team movement, the squad, two hours in the morning and two hours in the afternoon.

Set Pet in the middle of the circle.

You can throw the ball outside the circle or jump in using it. However, if you don't step inside the circle, it was the same way as a handball.

Obviously, defeating Pet Soldiers by the opposing team earned points. A horse touches the opponent's team with a turret ball by hand and it's out, so it's almost unharmed.

Airborne was repeated as quickly as basketball, and the distance to run was considerable because of the half size of the football field.

“Huff! Huff! ”

Naturally, after 10 minutes of playing, they all threw up their mouths.

“Run!”

Gangchan used evil to drive his crew.

The crew who threw off their laughter under the sun in Africa ran roughly and ran again.

Dayero was a footballer.

I wanted to know how the big chunk was moving flexibly, and the first day of the quarrel, Smythen was not the enemy of Dayeru.

At the end of the game, it sweats like rain.

I sat in the shade of the barracks, drank water, sweated, and took a nap behind the shower.

It was a perfect group holiday look.

It was when Kang Chan was cleaning his pistol after the shower.

“Captain, take a look at this. ”

Irik, who approached the table, handed out a picture to Kang-chan.

It was a picture of a bloated woman holding a newborn child.

“My sister had a daughter. ”

I almost laughed when I hammered.

I wondered what his sister looked like to his brother, Irik, but even the daughter she gave birth to seemed to have taken the face of her uncle, Irik.

“Didn't you look like me? ”

“Congratulations."

I wanted to see if this was something to celebrate. But Irick felt good about his niece resembling him.

My nephew has no concerns about the future.

Selfish bastard.

Kang Chan stared down at the table and assembled the pistol he had disassembled.

This is how scary the crew gets into their hearts.

So I deliberately stared at the pistol.

It was the end of Kilima's day that the red sunset seemed to be burning from afar.

Shh, shh, shh.

Then I heard a heavy footsteps.

“Captain.”

It was Dayeru.

A really big guy puts a mug in front of the hymn.

A dog beats Smythen like a dog when asked to roast coffee. But how did he know? He brought a sweet cup of coffee.

Irik alternates between a mug and a daisy eye.

“Sit down.”

At the end of the hymn, D'Yeru, who took my share of the mug, sat in front of the table on the left. It was also a coffee with cream and sugar.

This son of a bitch is a little bit of a taoist.

Kang Chan inspected the trinkets and triggers of the assembled pistol, and then plugged the ammunition in.

Chuckle! Chuckle!

When is this weapon used to protect the Old Testament?

Kang Chan put a pistol on his waist.

This time, Mezzani approached with two mugs.

Of course, it was Irick's.

Two sweet coffees, two Seekerman coffees.

Four took a corner of the table and sat down and drank coffee.

Coffee in harmony with cream and sugar is a comfort in life.

Coffee from Daeyeru was not yet comforting.

“Tabac? ”

Daeyeru asked the question with a dirty awkward accent.

The only French who knows what he's doing on the Foreign Corps Special Forces is at this level. It's a sigh, and it's actually ridiculous, and I like it as much as the sense of recommending a cigarette for coffee.

When Kang Chan picks up and laughs, Daeyeru smiles and delivers a cigarette.

The writer also pulled out the Dayeru.

Chul-kung. Cheeit.

“Whoo.”

While lighting a cigarette, the world looked all red as if it had fallen into a bloody sunset.

“D'Yeru. I don't like your name. In the future, I'll just call you D'Ye, so I know. ”

After hearing Mezzani's explanation, D'Yeru put the coffee in his mouth without saying a word. Then he twisted his torso with an impression.

It looked like it was hot coffee.

When you see a big guy with a head beating like a crocodile, you get a ridiculous laugh.

* * *

Shahran was troubled, and the man opposite was uncomfortable.

It was an open-air cafe on the outskirts of Kilima.

Coffee, tea, and ashtray cigarettes that were cooled in a lidded cup showed how the two of them felt.

“There will be no mistakes this time. ”

The English words crossed over.

“My position has been greatly inconvenienced by the admirers of the Oriental Old Command. You should have a better mercenary. ”

Shahran's French language seems to rebuke his opponent.

“The sniper from the Special Forces killed the wrong crew, and it's hard to trust you when you're working in Agadez. The French Intelligence Service wouldn't be so lax. ”

This time, Shahran gave me a message.

“I used a weapon that fell to the ground to avoid suspicion from the French intelligence services, but I was not lucky. Since I've never been involved in four operations since then, I'm sure the French Intelligence Service will be reassured. ”

Naturally, there was a man across the street.

Scratch.

The man who loosened the leather briefcase pushed the plastic case in front of Shahran.

“It's a reputable car stake and a deposit from the Paribas Bank. ”

Shahran only shivered his gaze and did not reach out or do anything.

“I have information that there was a red light in Chad. Our side will support the Islamic insurgents there, and the French Intelligence Service will certainly send an Oriental commander. ”

Shahran frowns and focuses on the opponent's words.

“If the old commander of the Oriental Intelligence Service dies, it will be easier for you to deal with the Special Forces of the 13th Regiment. You can trust the mercenaries we will support this time. ”

“Hm. Does the SAS stand alone? ”

“Yes.”

Shahran looks at the other man with astonished eyes.

“I choose to go out of the field. ”

“Let me ask you one more question. What the hell is red? ”

“It doesn't matter. ”

“How important is it to dispatch the 11th? ”

“That red one lacks energy. ”

In a moment, Shahran's eyes flourished and shined.

“It wasn't a jewel. ”

“Energy. Special energy that we and the rest of France don't know how to use. So if you have to sneak up on it, except for us or the French Intelligence Service, we'll treat it like a simple jewel elsewhere. ”

“A warning?”

“Because if you live, you can be greedy. It's good to be advised to consult with each other. ”

“Hmm.”

Shahran now understands the outline of his work.

I understood what Nudley's eyes and the Sultan's artifacts meant.

Energy.

It was unimaginable.

‘Scary humans. ’

The figures of the Intelligence Bureau are terrifying.

If I get a black head, I want to sneak up and bargain. I was warned openly.

“It's time to go. ”

When the man opposite stood up, the black people who were hanging around moved slightly. They're all special agents of the British Intelligence Service who look shabby.

The man who finished the snow salutation slipped and mixed among the people.

‘The SAS crew...? ’

Shahran looked at the sky in Nuran Africa.

No matter how much hymn, it will be difficult to avoid the trap that the British intelligence services have dug so far.

Kang Chan, who leads the special team, was a poor person to eliminate as an old commander.

How good would he be if he was as greedy as Smythen?

At least it's okay to have no greed.

But the hymn strangely twists Shahran's plan. It was also very disturbing that the members of the Special Forces admired the praise more than themselves.

"Fucking Oriental. ’

Shahran has a vinyl case quietly placed on the table.

* * *

Smith finds Shahran's barracks.

“Sit down.”

Shahran points to Smith in front of the table.

“How was your vacation? ”

“It was good.”

A man who lives with a knucklehead.

Apart from the hymn, the oldest Bertin in the 11th century was Smythen.

“We have an operation in two days. ”

“Yes?”

Shahran sighed loudly and spoke.

“This is an extraordinary operation. However, there's a lot of nonsense about what light you see there, but if you see something like that or if you're acting suspiciously, you just have to report it. ”

“Got it.”

Shahran, who heard Smith's answer, stares at him with a disdainful gaze.

“I'm warning you, it's a different story than what I'm interested in you and throwing away the pride of the special team. I'll send you somewhere else first, after you've done something to blame your crew once more. ”

“Don't worry. ”

Smythen was answering a lot of questions.

* * *

Romain sweeps his face.

Intelligence agencies in the United Kingdom, the United States, Germany, Switzerland, Russia and Israel are swelling back.

What the hell is going on?

Somehow I felt pushed to one side, but Romain couldn't stand it.

It was all because of Ranok, the human.

I wish I had the right information, but since the Director General of Information of France is a criminal organization that protects himself, it was difficult to even access the information about him.

“Hmm.”

Romain sighed deeply and looked at the data recently carried out by foreign troops.

The task of eliminating insurgents who are harmful to the glory of France, or massacre civilians, has always been to the foreigners' side.

"What? What the hell happened? ’

Lately, however, the Foreign Forces Special Forces have been operating mainly in areas where there are strangely visible signs of blackheads.

I know enough to chase that damn jewel.

But I still don't know why, why and why the Intelligence Bureau is looking for it and battling all over Africa.

“Whoo.”

Romain leans on his backrest and is submerged in thoughts.

Sacrificing a precious team of foreign troops for a jewel you can buy from the General Intelligence Bureau?

Romain, leaning back to his desk, looked carefully at the new instructions.

Gorko?

There was no doubt that the Muslim rebels' brains were a hidden place. However, the level of involvement in civil war in a dizzying country was such that five foreign troops could be mobilized in the three outposts of the Special Forces.

Commanding Officer Shahran.

Romain slowly took a picture of his desk with his index finger.

This commander seems to have somewhere to eat someday, so I'm watching.

To deal with a giant named Lanoke.

* * *

A large head with a thick neck and a glorious thigh, but with one forearm, it looks dirty and foolish.

However, those who judged him that way often broke their teeth, or broke their arms, or broke their necks.

A man who grinds and wipes with a machete has a hundred teeth, and strength and tenacity are handled by about two hundred men.

Two training camps, the instructors are holding their ground. It was an old hymn that ran with tremendous expectations.

But then I came here and it was nothing.

I heard all the rumors about the hymn. I have ears.

I've heard all about how the eleventh century feels.

However, the hymn was merely a snack, but it did not once show the readiness or cool laughter that the café had shown.

I usually have a sharp or firm appearance, and I think it's the kind of flexibility I see when I exercise. I admit, if someone comes to me like this, I need to call them apart and tell them a story.

I even got you a sweet cup of coffee, but that's all you need to eat!

Did you see the wrong person?

It must have been the eyes of an intense man.

He shook his head with excitement.

He is a man admitted by the ferocious and ferocious D'Yeru.

If you're not satisfied with what you've made of yourself, that's it.

“Yuck.”

Dayeru moved to the corner with his mouth open.

Then he peed his large body and sat down and boiled the water.

For the man you want to follow for the first time, maybe later, but shouldn't you give him this much?

The three teaspoons of coffee, four teaspoons of cream and five teaspoons of sugar were flushed in the order in which the mugs were prepared.

What a childish taste of coffee.

This is not coffee.

It's a coffee scented sugar drink.

I got used to drinking together a little, but it wasn't bad enough to enjoy a cigarette.

The water was boiling.

Now you can pour the water into the mug.

I can't believe the head patriarch of Algeria is riding coffee in a place like this.

‘By the way, I also have to go to Excel Network once. ’

I like that you didn't take good care of older women....

“Ah! Hot! You!”

I put my fingers in my mouth and looked at the kettle with my eyes fluttering.

Strangely hot, I was not familiar with the things that use fire, but it has been going on since birth.

Except for cigarettes.

“Shuffle.”

It was when Daeyeru approached the auditorium with a hard burnt coffee.

“Channy!”

Shahran summoned him, and a hymn rose from his seat.

Kang Chan looks at the mug and smiles and takes a step.

Amazing, isn't it?

Understanding what it means to wait, even if you don't have a word.

I placed a mug in the auditorium and took my share of the sweet coffee in my mouth.

“You! ”

It was still hot.