God of Blackfield

Kang Chan sat in a tree with D'Ye and ate a ceremony.

What a world.

We're having dinner in the middle of Africa with the guy who got knocked out of an underground bar in Paris.

As his instincts continued to confront the tension, his eyes were more blurry than they had ever seen in a helicopter.

Stupid. Stupid.

I ate without a word and drank water.

Ten minutes later, the sermon and the three crew members exchanged for each other.

Daye was still standing next to the hymn.

“Go rest. ”

Gangchan pointed to the tree he had previously sat on with his chin, and he stood beside Gangchan, pretending not to understand.

It was the first battle for him.

That was a battle that was immediately waged by the Special Forces.

If you just throw this guy in on his own, there's a good chance he'll have sugar left under a cup of sweet coffee.

“Darye.”

The darkness was sitting down.

Next to a strong body shape, he gave a big, bundled gaze like a bear.

“Survive. That's all for now. ”

It was absurd Korean.

What I didn't understand was a story that was no different from what the French said.

The wind that passes over the mountain runs between the hymns and the dhayeru, spreading a darker darkness.

The hymn looked sharply down the mountain, and D'Aye was watching the ground as if imitating it.

Wei Ying!

Some people have the toughest grades in the world, and others live a life where money is the most important thing.

Some are worried about a job, others want to increase their income.

Kang Chan glanced back.

Daye, Irick, Mezzani, Montashel, and Smythen are the most important places to live.

Africans who didn't want to be cowardly, who didn't want to open their hands, were forcing that kind of life.

She laughed and chatted while showing the picture, but the sister in the picture was the only family member who was in contact with Irick.

There were four fathers, mothers, and brothers, but somehow I didn't hear from them.

I didn't want to know, he didn't talk, he didn't ask.

Shh. Shh. Shh.

Ten minutes have just passed.

It was time to leave, so Irick approached one of the crew.

“We'll be at the target in an hour. Be careful, there may be an enemy perimeter. Mont!”

Kang Chan called out loudly, but no crew came running right away.

Mont Ashel, who turned his head lightly, approached him with an angry look.

“Take the front with Irick. Be particularly careful because you may have enemy snipers. You know the signal, right?”

He quickly looked at Irick's eyes.

It meant I didn't know.

“Tsk tsk!”

Kang Chan made a sound of sucking the wind in between.

“Got it.”

“Let's go.”

Oui.

Irick would have guessed enough about why we were spending the night together.

It meant telling me how to command the hymn.

“Smythen.”

Oui.

He approaches the strong hymn like a dog called from heaven.

“Follow me. ”

Oui.

Again, the hymn pointed to the back towards Mezzani.

The preparations are over.

From now on, it was perfectly within the enemy's reach.

Kang Chan looked at Darye and moved forward.

Jabbok. Jabbok.

A walking path that kills the sound of a weapon on your body.

Though he was in a praiseworthy position, D'Aye held the rifle in front of him with his left hand.

A star shines blue and reveals itself.

He's a diligent man.

In Africa, he was also able to cope with the crisis of death earlier.

I also see that moon in Seoul, which is less than half that floating in the sky.

Though it doesn't make sense, it was strictly true that the blood of the dying insurgents, tribesmen and clans here was all red.

* * *

Mahzani was the head of the Taliban in Chad.

After a sacred task of educating the warrior and exterminating the anti-Islamic forces, he slowly turned his long, torn tail.

“We have confirmed the departure of the five squadrons that mobilized the armored vehicles. ”

Commander Turburn reported in a swift tone.

“What about their special team? ”

“I've already made arrangements to deal with the advance team. We will move through there as soon as we eliminate the Eleventh Battalion. ”

The light that illuminates the cave flashes dangerously.

It was because of the limits of its own generator, and no one blamed it.

Those with their faces, their curled beards, and their faces under the turban awaited Mahzani's instructions.

“I move according to the will of God. We will use the British Intelligence Service to deal with the monsters of the French foreign forces and special forces, and we will be reunited here for a sacred mission. ”

Mahzani's voice fills the cave. Somehow, I heard the illusion that the divine message came down through his body.

“Jihad is a sacred duty given to us by God. Islam will be spread through the temple of the rest of the warriors, and God will give them a place in heaven. ”

A man who received Mahzani's gaze expressed a firm will by giving strength to his eyes and mouth.

“The troubles of Africa will be put to death today. Build him, and bring his head into his hand, and cast him into the pit of fire. When the soul of a monster who has nowhere to go back even to die cries, we will gain even more power. ”

The men in front of Mahzani shook their fists and showed their determination to boil blood.

* * *

It was the night the darkness sat down.

Flip looked at M82 Barrett's night vision and identified the area where the target was expected to appear.

It is difficult to avoid the trigger of a flip within a kilometer.

There were two more snipers that Flip admitted.

Even if this is an alien team, it is difficult for the target to survive.

It was an unbearable task.

However, the sniper only removes the target on command, and determining that target was beyond his ability.

When you see the Taliban in Chad running at the same time as the sniper, the mission ends.

The moonlight that was not bright was at least a comfort.

* * *

I walked the night road for about 40 minutes.

The pace was not very fast because it was a step that killed as much noise as possible.

Jabbok. Jabbok.

Whenever Daeje stepped on his feet, the ground trampled on by the boots shouted out a little, and the ground trampled on by the hail kept quiet at night.

Hey, hey, hey!

The wind blew, and when the trees were crumbling, D'Ye's gaze ran fast.

After that, D'Ye must have looked at the hymns.

The rifle on the right shoulder, the right index finger on the trigger, and the hymn were shining sharply like a leopard aiming for food in that position.

“After.”

Kang Chan quietly exhaled.

I felt like someone was holding my heart tightly with their hands, and I couldn't breathe no matter how much I inhaled, as if half of my lungs were filled with cotton.

I was anxious.

Somewhere, the lion seemed to run, the viper fell down from the tree, or the anxiety that seemed to make the ground go away.

It was a danger signal from the body.

Not right now, but it was a warning that the danger would soon come.

I'm not a shaman, I'm not a futurist, but once I got this hearty, I was always in danger like a liar.

After a sharp look around, Kang Chan gazed at the distant mountain.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

I heard breathing.

If you get nervous without intending to do it now, your body will listen to you.

Boom, boom.

It was about five more minutes.

Hemicephalus. Hemicephalus.

Heart rattled.

There was still a good distance to the enemy base. But in this darkness, we don't know when or where the hand of death will reach for our neck.

“Tsk tsk!”

Kang Chan sucks the wind in between and sends a signal to Irik and Mong.

Almost got it.

The enemy's outline grew in the crosshairs, and I was confident that the target would be revealed if only three or five more minutes were approached.

Flip lifted his head and looked forward.

I didn't see an enemy in the bush, but if I turned, the tree would move or the bird or the wild animal could make a sound.

No, I didn't check the movement at all.

Flip looked at the night vision again.

From the bluishly shining sight to a little while ago, the enemy was completely gone.

With a peculiar beating of the heart, Flip quickly saw the adjoining shooter clinging to his side.

I was shaking my head briefly to see if I had found anything.

Enemy discovers flip and avoids body?

Even education to hide the gastrointestinal membranes and gastrointestinal creams, even the eyes, was near impossible, Flip thought.

Where did he go?

The scary feeling blooming from my head was like riding all over my body like a creep.

‘Something's wrong. ’

Flip bites it tightly and stares at the sight.

I don't back off.

You must eliminate the Oriental Old Captain like an Epic Sniper who has always had a difficult mission.

A determined flip puts a finger on the trigger.

Irik and Mong, who moved in a low position, approached the front of the hymn. I don't know about Montashel, but I know about Irick. What the shining glance of gloomy praise means now.

It was a bush that came down the mountain a little on the way.

Kang Chan first looked around the crew and lowered the hood.

I didn't disguise myself, so I couldn't hide my face color right away.

It was after all the crew flipped the hood.

Kang Chan pointed to the monk with his left hand index finger and set the floor again, followed by his right hand index finger and stop.

Montashel meant to prepare the shooter, and two men to protect him.

Iris points her eyes at me with her index finger and stops, and then opens her palms.

What's the direction?

Kang Chan made an angle with his thumb and index finger toward the front mountain.

‘Across the street. Aim for this range roughly. ’

A career monarch understands the instructions of the hymn.

However, he did not understand why the strong hymn did this and why Irik and his existing crew followed the old commander's instructions with a tense face.

Kang Chan is watching.

Mont Ashel first carefully moved behind the thick tree.

The instruction to wear a mask meant that there was an enemy nearby.

He lowered the cheetah to the ground and slowly moved the rifle to see if the range indicated by the hymn came in.

It was about a minute later.

Mont Ashel, who held his hand above his head, looked like he was holding his fist tight.

Kang Chan moved Smythen and one of his crew behind Mont Ashel.

The basic preparations are over.

All that was left was to search for areas that were thought to be unsettling.

Whenever Kang Chan pointed his hand, his crew moved to their designated positions.

Daye was where he is now.

After looking at Irik and Mezzani, the sermon that placed the crew carefully moved towards the bottom of the mountain.

It moves so slowly that it is boring.

There is no set distance or time.

Search for directions until it's just instinctive.

This search may continue until morning, or it may reach the target point like this.

Irik and Mezzani moved cautiously from the back and right of the hymn.

When Kang Chan did this, there was a reason.

Handing over the Gobi to die is not easy. However, this Oriental commander always defended the Old Testament and its crew in this way.

Jabbok. Jabbok.

A difficult and difficult search was continuing.

Thirty minutes have passed.

However, I did not see any missing foreign special forces teams.

If the operation had changed, it would have had to be traced or problematic if it had changed course to Gorko's enemy base.

Over time, Flip suffocates.

I was warning Flip that the senses gained from his untold training and a lot of operational experience were too dangerous to avoid quickly.

I once waited in the middle of an enemy's path, and stayed three days at the end of the cliff.

There were countless snakes who had crossed their legs, and they had not once or twice survived three days alone.

“Whoo.”

Snipers' most unstoppable behavior moves after they identify the target. Moreover, it is worth noting that the enemy's whereabouts have become incredibly apparent.

Flip slowly stroked M82 Barrett's body with his right hand.

A trusted colleague who has never missed a single target before.

It appears. The target must appear.

That's when you pull the trigger.

A strange situation unfolds for a moment, but soon the target will appear in the crosshairs, and pulling the trigger will end up winning this Operation Flip.

The best time to ambush is just before sunset.

That's why the Special Forces team will be resting for then. Therefore, if you wait like this, the Oriental Old Commander must reveal himself.

Flip takes a deep breath and looks forward.