God of Blackfield

Romain looked around at the phone bell that rang early in the morning. Then he looks out the door with a quick step and presses the call button.

“Aloe?”

[The Intelligence Bureau will demobilize one member of the 11th Regiment Special Forces this morning. I want you to cancel that order.]

An extremely refraining organization called early in the morning to stop the demobilization of only one member of the crew?

The moment Romain doubted his ears.

[Will it be possible?]

“Of course. But do you really need to care about the demobilization of one of your crew? ”

[There are more things hidden in the invisible than in the visible. We must have wished him to take part in this operation, so we should have noted that he had designated the eleventh. Then I will ask you.]

The call ended with it.

Romain takes a deep breath and glances at the phone. There is something hidden.

Let's check it out. ’

Romain is eager to dig into the identity of his crew to cancel the demobilization order.

“Hmm.”

But he shook his head right away.

The world of intelligence is as common as the sand by the sea as the example of ruining the future and life with a show of curiosity. When the instructions come down, you follow them. That's it.

Romain picked up the phone and found the head of the Central African Intelligence Agency.

Miguel was awake from the morning.

[Are you the one who decided to demobilize?]

He was the Director General of the African Intelligence Service.

The opponent found Miguel, “Alo?” As soon as I received a response, I immediately poured out a message.

[I pulled out the men of the Old Testament who would play the most important role in advance of a covert operation. Does that mean you're going to be responsible for what happens next?]

“There was a request from the old commander. ”

[If the operation fails, the Old Commander will not survive anyway. It is not a good way to hold such a person accountable.]

Miguel bites his molars tightly.

[Put him back where he belongs now.]

“Got it.”

Miguel was more burdened with the protagonist's voice than Shahran and Kang Chan's face to protest roughly.

That's how the call ended.

In Central Africa, Miguel is as powerful as a lowlife. Even then, the head of the General Intelligence Bureau of Africa was a difficult opponent.

This is why everyone wants to go to the General Intelligence Agency, and the people who went to the General Intelligence Agency want to go up one by one.

“Damn it!”

Miguel lays down the Intelligence Agency's dedicated handshake as harshly as he spits.

“Hu!”

But he immediately listened to the sign language.

It was more urgent to contact Shahran than to hurt his pride.

The rebellious Gerar, supported and roasted Daheru, alternates between hymn and shahran with a profound face.

It was going to be awkward and lasting.

Shahran, who came to order the demobilization a little while ago, came back before he packed his luggage. He said the demobilization was cancelled.

Of course, both Shahran and Gerar were groaning, and they did not speak without seeing each other with a dull face.

After the awkward, dreadful silence.

Shahran turns around, and the hymn follows him to the barracks.

Shahran enters the barracks and sits in a chair in front of the table with a tired face.

“What happened? ”

“I was also urgently contacted. I definitely had permission.... ”

Shahran, who took out the horse, closes his mouth and stares at the hymn.

It was humiliating to put up an excuse.

“Go back. I'll let you go when this operation is over. ”

“I'll ask the Intelligence Bureau myself. ”

Shahran's eyes twitched.

“It's an order from that damn intelligence agency. I was also very offended, but I was forced to follow the instructions of the superior.

He chewed his chewing bowl like a seal.

The hymn is not of a retreating nature. Moreover, Gerar decided it was an operation that could kill him.

Nevertheless, I couldn't take out any more words.

A proud Shahran.

If he said it was an order from the Intelligence Service with a malice, that's right.

“Go back. And follow orders. ”

Shahran's face and eyes were red with humiliation, pretending to be good, pretending to use great goodwill, and promising to let Gerar go.

An old soldier who was forced to follow orders threw his pride into a completely trampled face.

The hymn that looked into his eyes turned silently.

I assumed we'd only hurt each other's pride.

Shahran tightens his cheeks and lips, recalling the glorious eyes he saw just before leaving the barracks.

How dare you look at me with your poor eyes?

Oriental?

First it was embarrassing, then it was hard to handle the humiliation with the hooks on, and then the intelligence services resented.

The chain of command that treats the chief commander of the scene next.

I felt disillusioned in my past life that I had endured in the field.

‘How dare a filthy monkey..! ’

Shahran gazes at the entrance of the barracks with a red-blooded eye.

An Oriental commander who believes in and ignores his superiors.

He recalls when he first saw the acclaim.

And I recounted the operations that had been going on.

This was like a short demonstration of the destiny of Kang and Shahran. Even if you try to solve it nicely, you end up twisting like this.

He's never going to die in an operation.

And he wasn't going to be on the same side.

I needed a clear and definite way, a perfect plan that the Oriental Warlord would never get out.

Kang Chan took a deep sigh and walked to the barracks.

Shahran's eyes and face, pressed red on the rank, did not fall from his head....

If you look at Gerar and D'Yeru, the idea of Shahran didn't come to mind even though it flew away.

It was because two dogs and cats were smoking cigarettes unexpectedly.

“What's so good about it? ”

“Have you seen your face before? ”

Gerar replied, and D'Yeru appeared to mimic Shahran with a large face.

Hey! You comfy bastards!

Kang Chan hesitated and asked for a cigarette.

“You want some coffee? ”

Kang Chan looked at Daejeeru with a cheeky face.

This son of a bitch was always like this on the pretext of not learning French.

“Let's drink.”

I saw Gérard nodding his head.

“Why would I? ”

“You're not going. ”

“What does that have to do with coffee? ”

He shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't understand.

“By the way, these bastards! ”

When Kang Chan made an impression with Korean, Gerar stood up. Then he didn't forget to face Daeyero until the end.

“Fuchch.”

“What do you like so much? ”

“You gonna smoke? ”

“Haa!”

What's so profound about this guy?

Somehow, with the idea that Daeyero was becoming increasingly audacious, he picked up a cigarette.

Two days of sniffing.

Shahran only stayed in the barracks until he saw his face, and left early on the third day.

Kang Chan entered the forest near the base and practiced his movements with his crew without prior notice.

Twelve.

There were times when I divided Joe in three, and there were times when I divided him in two.

He also trained in a group of two, and each time Gerard was in charge of the back of the hymn.

The same was true of the third day Shahran went out.

The crew, of course, and Gerard noticed.

That Kang Chan is taking special care of Gerar.

But no one dared ask that.

It was because the eyes of the hymn were blurring.

Shahran was on the black market 15 kilometres from Kilima's base.

Deeply pressing his hat, he walked into a handicrafts store made by African tribes and looked at the man sitting inside.

I only heard the look of a shabby black man.

“Can I get you a glass of water? ”

“I found the wrong store. If you go across the street, there will be a good store. ”

“Would you give me two glasses of water? ”

The black man got up quickly and looked outside.

Then he pulled the middle decoration of the wall behind him.

Profit.

He moves his head and points to the inside of the wall.

When Shahran enters, the door closes immediately.

Sweet.

Only after the door in the middle of the wall was closed was the light turned on.

It was a dense room with all two chairs on the table.

A British man standing on the opposite side pointed the chair at Shahran.

“We're leaving tomorrow, but can we afford this? ”

Shahran, with his eyes wide open, bites his teeth as tightly as a habit.

This man knows the date of the operation, but he doesn't know it. That means the next day's operation.

“What is the real purpose of this operation? ”

Shahran swallows humiliation and asks questions, and the opponent has a funny face.

“You'll regret seeing that look on my face. ”

“I'm sorry if it looked like that. ”

The man opposite said he didn't want to ruin Shahran's mood.

“The purpose of this operation is not so important. It's better to discuss how to get the stuff we've been looking for. ”

“Did you know where the goods were? ”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure? ”

“There is no doubt. When we get the stuff, you can apply for an altar afterwards. and enjoy the rest of your life. ”

Shahran has a heartbeat.

It was the opportunity given by the sky.

The opportunity that had been waiting so long appeared at the moment when the decision was made.

“It won't be easy to fool the eyes of France in Africa. ”

“Isn't that why you're sitting there facing me? ”

“Hmm.”

Even Shahran's sighs did not respond separately.

“How much power can you use? ”

“What does that mean? ”

“How much power can you put on the General Intelligence Agency of France or the Intelligence Agency? ”

While the two men were looking into each other's eyes, there was no talk for a moment.

It was Shahran who asked the question first.

“I have two requests. First, please send my designated personnel elsewhere before proceeding to the next operation. ”

The opponent nods out with that much face.

“The second is to mobilize as few special teams as possible. And we'd better get them all killed. ”

Shahran's words were hard to accept.

The question in the eyes of the British man seemed so.

“You'll deploy your troops on your own, but I'll use my own hands if I think things are going to be as bad as last time. ”

“If you do, you will have doubts. ”

“I'll take care of the rest. Why don't you just take whatever you want out of the eyes of France? ”

“That's a different story. ”

At that time, the incandescent light flashed as if there was not enough electricity.

“Looks like a French agent is coming this way. ”

The man speaks again after seeing the wall Shahran came in.

“The only thing I need to engage in is to fool the eyes of the French. Even so, if the power goes down, you won't be able to avoid an intelligence investigation. ”

“As long as you have an Oriental commander, you will surely fail this time. So I'll take care of him with my own hands this time. What do you think? Can you take responsibility for stopping the investigation? ”

The incandescent light flashed again.

“I will look at the results of this operation and decide. ”

The avoided opponent raises his body.

“You can go out this way. ”

He then double-taps the opposite wall where Shahran came in.

Profit!

The door opened, the incandescent lights went out, and the view of another store outside the door came in.

Shahran looks at the man once and immediately leaves the door.

The hymn that took place before the day came to light ran around the troops as usual. And it was when I came back. Dayeru and Gerar were sitting on the table slaughtering like hungry bear cubs.

Why are they floating around like this?

Are they feeling something, too?

It was when Kang Chan saw the two slippers.

“Have some water. ”

With a face that Gerar had handed over water and was one step late, Daeyero picked up a cigarette.

“You gonna smoke? Okay?”

“Nokay!”

After the French words, the English sticks together, and the Korean English answers pop out.

I was still sweating, so I stood up and drank water.

“Isn't the operation canceled? ”

“Then you'll be notified. It may take some time to secure Absallah's position. Maybe the location you thought you got was wrong, so you can double-check it. ”

Gerar nods, and D'Yeru rolls his eyeballs as he strikes the conversation with notice.

“Gerar.”

He only heard the look.

“Remember your movements in this exercise. Don't ever fall behind me. ”

"Oui.” It was just after I answered.

Boom, boom.

Shahran walked straight to the hymn even though it was too early.

His gaze on the hymn was somewhat different from before.

“I'm joining two old men at 10: 00 this morning on the runway. I'll brief you on the move. Get ready.”

After speaking, he immediately turned around without even listening to the answer.