God of Blackfield

Lannock had a unique French eye.

Those who look at his pointy, sharp face and tall nose and think he will be nervous will never be his enemy.

His true fear was in his eyes, as if it were a mixture of green and brown that was always sinking.

Ranok in a white shirt in a formal dress puts down a red tea cup.

He reached out to an auxiliary table that seemed to come from an old French museum.

Moon angle.

What he pulled out of the wooden case on the table was the finest cigar.

While Ranoch, who cut off the tip with a cutter knife, lit up, the man sitting in front of him silently waited for him to stare.

The cigar does not ignite easily.

Whenever Lanoke sucks, the flame of the lighter sucks into the tip of the cigar, and then it blooms again.

“Hu!”

Dark cigar scents and smoke quickly spread to the office.

“Somehow, I feel that information coming from Africa is filtered, and what are the judgments and measures about it? ”

If you only asked for your judgment, you would have asked for your opinion.

However, Ranoc even demanded measures. It meant that he was already convinced that the information was being filtered.

“Romain is suspicious. ”

“Pierre. Isn't that too fragmented for me to believe I'm the last one?" ”

“It also has a line to the General Intelligence Agency. My status is harder to dig into. If he notices my existence..... ”

“I'll get rid of you. ”

“Yes.”

Ranoc, who nodded, gave a glance to the man standing behind Pierre.

“Would you like another cup of warm red tea? ”

“I'll do that. ”

Raphael bows his head in a sleek gesture and picks up a potted kettle from a corner table.

Glug. Glug.

He fills two glasses and stands where he was originally.

“I don't like the enemy being out of my sight. ”

“I know. ”

“I will send you as head of the French outskirts. Keep an eye on Romain's movements there. I will pave the way for him to go up to the Deputy Director General of the Intelligence Directorate. ”

I heard Pierre stare as surprised.

“I also deal with Josh in England, Buccha. You know how much I cost to put that stupid Eaton in charge. If Eaton is in charge of the Intelligence Bureau, we'll soon be able to look into the British whispers. ”

“Why don't you remove the Romaine? ”

“You want me to be terrorized again? ”

Pierre clenches his lips and raises his anger to his eyes.

“That's why you can't call the General Intelligence Agency. Right and loyal, but the emotion immediately comes to my attention. ”

“I'm sorry."

Pierre said with a smile that only Lanoke moves his lips.

“It will take between five and ten years to find all those who have terrorized me. Romain's in it, too. The higher you lift him up, the more shadows you hide behind you will raise your head. ”

Ranok rubbed his cigar against the ashtray.

“The shadow does not disappear as soon as it comes out of the light. Killing my wife, making my daughter's legs uncomfortable for the rest of her life, and punishing those who dream of a personal moon more than the glory of France. What if the General Intelligence Bureau could just stand there for 10 years? It's not bad.”

It's just one of Lanoke's fears.

This man always looks beyond 10 years and makes plans.

“I will implement the Phase I plan with Nudley's eyes. The target point will be Africa, but I intend to decide the exact location later. ”

“Got it.”

“Find an outsider surrounded by the British Intelligence Service. Let's also look at the people connected to Romain. Three have already been sacrificed for the wrong information leaked by the British Intelligence Service. If we don't find the traitor inside the General Intelligence Agency, it won't be over if we remove one Romain. ”

“I'll keep that in mind.”

Ranoc nods and Pierre gets up and leaves the office.

“Is it Basili's turn next? ”

Rafael, who was asked by Ranok, nodded at a strange angle and said, "Yes.” I said yes.

“Haha. You don't like him. ”

“I always trust the Deputy Director's judgment. ”

Lannock was now expressing his emotions, unlike a little while ago.

“He's selfish. However, I have the strength, tenacity and courage to gain the confidence of my men in Spetsnatz, a position within the KGB. ”

Raphael was concentrating on Lanok's words like a student in class.

“I wonder if I can beat him in the next 20 years. What if he's on the other side? ”

Lanok raises his head.

I didn't say anything. However, Raphael knew that Ranok could not easily answer him.

“Now! Shall we move on to meet Basili? I hope he has the ability to predict the future. ”

Rafael moves quickly towards the door as Ranok rises from his seat.

* * *

The new crew has not yet been recruited.

The sermon that began to run in the morning was no different than usual, except for a little absence of horses. The hymn is not always a hangout.

After breakfast with Mezzani, D'Yeru, and Irik, he left the coffee in front of him alone.

Shh, shh, shh.

Gerar appeared relaxed and sat on the right side of the hymn.

Feeding.

Even if he was empty, he never moved to the seat where Daeyeru was sitting.

“Coffee doesn't go over? ”

Is this bastard crazy all of a sudden?

Or do you have a desire to eat breakfast so well that you die like Smythen?

Gerar, who received a complimentary glance, laughed at the ball.

“Captain. It was me and Briggs who took over the researchers. ”

Gerar, who took the cigarette out of his pocket, puts a bag of cigarettes in his hand on the table.

“Briggs didn't target the enemy properly until the commander instructed. moderately, moderately. ”

Chul-kung. Cheers! Bloop!

Gerard turns on the lighter with his head turned back, as he knew the fire was rising.

This is his personality, so I didn't have to tell you to mix gasoline.

“Briggs, who was instructed by the commander, moved to the other side and retreated. I honestly didn't think I should take care of Briggs. I was busy taking care of the researchers, and I knew I would join. ”

After speaking, Gerard looks into the complained cigarette.

“Do you know what his last words were? ”

I didn't know it well before, but I knew it by myself.

He was challenging in his eyes, his actions, and his tone.

like the first time I saw Daeyeru.

“Go quickly. I guess the fool thought the enemy was shooting like himself. I would have stayed if I had known that to the end. ”

Gerard spins the cigarette he is riding from his finger.

“I wanted to be a soldier, not just a regular soldier, but a soldier who jumped to a place where he could die at any time. ”

New recruits often talk about this opportunity. The funny thing was that even when this happens, I don't open my mouth about family stories or the past.

“There's an Oriental commander who says African rebels are called God of Death. Killed him in the first battle. Haha! How do you feel like you've sinned against Briggs? ”

Kang Chan laughed out of his pockets and took a cigarette out of his pockets and bit him in the mouth.

Chul-kung! Cheers! Bloop!

Gerar puts a flaming zipper lighter on the end of the cigarette.

The weather, the smell of the ground, and the landscape in Korea did not come to light at this time. It's because I'm used to the smell of Africa, the bugs, the sky and the sun.

That's how I spent my time smoking.

It is also difficult to make a gap until the crews are reinforced. Instead, we won't be going down for a while.

The time has come to put Briggs on one side of his chest.

He's just a showerhead.

A real person who's been hooked and blown away where evil monsters live.

I live by blowing my forehead out and sticking a knife in my body, but you are also human, so don't lose your minimum humanity.

He wanted to tell you not to forget that you are human, because you eat food prepared by a man and drink coffee made by a man.

Oh, shit!

He can't save one of them. He's an old captain.

You know you can't shoot, and you're on a mission to him.

“Whoo.”

It was the dawn of Africa's sunshine that pushed the showers away.

* * *

Miguel looks at the order again with suspicious eyes.

It was a decree that came down with a password.

“What a madman...! You don't even know where Mangala is, but you only want me to send three old men? Did you make this clear? ”

The agent who released the order clearly said, “Yes.” I replied. Even if you were an agent who would misinterpret these orders, you wouldn't even be here.

“Haa!”

Miguel sighed, “Go.” I sent an agent down to the basement.

“Damn it!”

As soon as the agent returns, Miguel spits out a curse.

I designated the eleventh grade.

Damn it! I didn't even get a sense of what to do if the Gods of Blackfield refused.

Crumb!

Miguel raises the wrong order and looks back.

Obviously nothing was written.

“That's crazy!”

I don't know how high the author of the directive is, but he has no idea of the situation in Africa, nor of the status of the Oriental commander. Moreover, he was unconditionally refusing the recent suspicious operation.

Can we punish him?

He has already surrendered five years.

“I'll do it anytime!” In a word, the Eleventh Battalion is just one of the 13th Regiment Special Forces.

Ever since Avara's mission, the Oriental commander has been very demanding.

If you don't give me the location, purpose, and number of enemies, I will reject the operation unconditionally. What's more, if you just satisfy it, it's going to work.

In the past year and a half, there have been only three deaths in the Old Testament led by the Oriental commander.

It is because of this that his command and combat abilities are divided before and after Avara.

It's a year and a half.

Even the eleventh was blowing his name to the crew.

Jerar, the sniper Montashel, and the Oriental Blacksmith, who had similar abilities to Darjeu ignorantly, and fought against Darjeu to the end like Tom and Jerry, even Irik and Mezzani, who knew whether they wanted cigarettes or coffee with their eyes.

Wow! There's also a smidge that you got five times for a woman's problem, right before you were killed by the old commander.

Anyway, because of the tremendous performance they have achieved in the past year and a half, there are more than thirty coupons or medals they have accumulated.

Miguel shook his head.

The Oriental commander said, "Oh, my God!” At least half of the eleventh century will be thrown out of military uniform without any foolishness.

But what if I ordered only three Dalang Lamang to go to Mangala, the most rumored hell in Africa recently?

Miguel puts his head on his two arms on his desk.

Since the outgoing commander of the other special forces, who almost died laughing at the crew killed in Operation Abara, there have been many old men who refuse to join the 11th Battalion.

The crew's lives are at stake, the dishonor squad is no match for the honour of the dead, and the enemies have the ability to hide their heads, the ability to command excellence.

Almost all members of the Special Team admire the Oriental Old Command, and once they saw the enormous skill, they were taken away, so it was also a problem that other Old Commanders would not join the Eleventh Army.

“Haa!”

Miguel raises his command and looks back like a madman.

It is the directive of the General Directorate of Information.

It was a first-class order that Miguel could not take.

What if I can't carry out the first-class command that came down with the password?

“Uh-huh.”

I'll be a loner traveling with an annuity next month.

Miguel wanted to cry.

Thinking about the eyes of the Oriental Old Captain, he did so.

“Find the people who instructed Avara's mission. ”

When I said that, the old commander's eyes were still alive.

I still had to meet.

I had to go see him.

Miguel raises his body hard with his arms on his desk.