God of Blackfield

Arriving at Lilonghuk, Malawi's capital, was only 25 hours after leaving Korea.

It was not long after the rainy season.

The meadows seen in the sky contain green, and the dry season has begun, and a good energy, unlike the African feeling, is absorbed.

As the differential descended on the runway, the truck that was waiting came straight ahead of the transporter, and one of the lieutenants in the uniform came down from the passenger seat of the truck that was at the forefront.

“Well done on coming a long way. Captain Han Jinsung of the Malawi Soldiers. ”

“Captain, it's a differential. ”

Two black bastards greeted each other.

“First, I'll move to the base. ”

Han Jinsung pointed to the truck standing in front of the transporter.

It was the move of a special team representing the Republic of Korea.

Steel Kyu is also noticeable, but Gerrar was able to pull his gaze.

It was much wiser to take a little less time at the airport to attract other people's attention than to attract talent.

Shh, shh, shh.

Weapons and equipment caught in the body, rifles with guns turned forward and down, gunfire sounded on the runway, and after a while the truck left the airport in unison.

* * *

After seeing the final day, the missing head of the Egyptian National Intelligence Service stopped and laughed.

It is hard to know what to do when a national intelligence agency describes it as a company, and it is a sin to inform it of its mission by the time it becomes a special agent.

“I didn't know you were coming. ”

It's really hard to know what the Egyptian deputy head is doing in Korea.

“Greetings. This is Senior Nam Il-gyu, and Team Leader Lagoon. ”

To Nam Il-gyu and Gang-ho, who held out their hands to shake hands, Myung-hyun first greeted them with a bowing motion.

“Senior, I've heard so much. And, Team Leader, thank you for taking care of it to the end. I just heard what you said, and now I see you. ”

It was a man's greeting.

Nam Il-gyu, who reached out his hand, grabbed the hand of the Myeonghyun Myeong, who then shook hands with him.

“I have other people's eyes, so I'll move right away. ”

The group boarded the passenger car that they had set up outside and departed immediately.

“The cars that follow in front and behind are our agents. I'll go into the office and introduce you right away. ”

I also drove directly to Myeonghyun.

“Did you find out about the Salafist trend? ”

“Your boss is getting a good look at it. The problem is that their base is a densely populated area, and it's hard to see how many troops they've deployed there. ”

Seonggang Ho asked, and Minhwun-gun immediately replied.

A one-span high central detachment painted alternately in white and black, around dirt-covered streets, wooden cafes in low brick buildings, green shirts in grey trousers for tea, and men in vests.

The outside of the passenger car was definitely Egypt.

The atmosphere in the passenger car was solemn, as no one looked outside, and Myeonghyung breathed heavily to sink her heart as it warmed.

I thought it was only possible in the United States, France and the United Kingdom.

That's why I thought the punishment for the killing of our agents would never end the Libyan operation.

However, the founder of the Seoul calibre, Nam Il-gyu, Laekgang Ho, and the most brilliant training motivation came to the end.

Myeonghyun swallowed the dried saliva to avoid being spotted.

Informants work on the assumption that they have given up their nationality.

A country intelligence agent who is powerless will just be dealt a death sentence, and it's all about one star on the National Intelligence Wall.

The deployment of the African troops gives pride to the people, and this image gives pride to the personnel.

While driving a passenger car, Myeonghyun felt that the state, the government, and Tai Chi were getting to know the agents who were fighting for their lives away from their families.

“Whoo.”

After exhaling, Kim Feng Ki-moon stepped into the alley following the car running in front of him.

* * *

Kawaguchi listened to the phone with a squeezed expression.

I won't look weak.

He becomes the head of an intelligence agency that is not ashamed of his grandfather.

After listening to the opponent, Gawaguchi asks you not to look weak like a spell.

[As you know, it only takes a while because the satellite is not available. Just find it and you'll get the results you expected. Don't worry too much.]

Because of the impatience, Sueden across the phone somehow felt flat.

“It's been two days since he disappeared. Again, we can't afford him because we can't raise a special agent properly. ”

[I don't think it's that worrying. The Recon Team and 606 have arrived in Malawi, and we've confirmed that they're all the way to Gerar, so there won't be a big threat right now.]

“Wouldn't the rest of the people cause trouble? ”

[Mr. Kawaguchi, Egypt has also arrived with his key personnel. We're expecting him to sneak into Egypt.]

That's another one.

In particular, the gawaguchi who guessed what the hymn was between the Great Lakes and the Great Lakes might have done so.

This is especially true if Westerners have an oriental feeling they don't know.

[Let's just hold on for three days. I'm going to use the last way to get him out of here. If he's not in Egypt, he's definitely in Korea.]

Are you sure you want his parents?

Even so, he will be forced to reveal himself unconditionally. I wanted to ask a question and confirm it, but Gawaguchi did not open his mouth.

When I saw the picture of my grandfather, who was knifed in his mother's uniform and looking at himself, I had a renewed desire to be proud.

“Very well, Mr. Swayden. ”

Kawaguchi regains a firm face and puts down the phone.

Sueden put the phone down on his desk, ‘you idiot!’ and spit out the curse.

I didn't know that the head of the Intelligence Bureau would be so frightened by the fact that only one hymn was missing.

Of course, the number and level of special agents held by the Japan Intelligence Agency is insufficient, but even so, the chief needs to be more solid.

“This guy, that guy! ”

Britain shrivels and Japan appears to be floating like a bee.

When you hit a strong enemy, you have to be strong.

Sueden stares at satellite imagery, reminiscent of the hymn.

This happens because the satellite is not being used at will.

The General Assembly of the Intelligence Bureau failed to make a loud noise to save the black heads in Africa, and each Intelligence Bureau satellite is controlled by South Korea.

Sueden slowly looked at the three expected target points.

The tolerance of Kang Chan's parents.

Kim Kwangsik, Resource Commissioner in charge of Goseong.

And National Intelligence Director Gogan Woo.

What if I hit one of these?

The hymn clearly reveals itself.

That's when all the hard work is done when you emit an energy wave to him. Then the hassle of installing the necessary equipment in the right place is not worth it.

If we don't find him within three days.

The hardened Sueden finds the number of the CIA African head and presses the call button.

[This is Grey.]

“What is the current situation? ”

[Agent has infiltrated UIS. If there is a civil war, we can take immediate action. The weapons we have decided to support have not yet arrived.]

“What about black market takeovers? ”

[Agents are herding so they don't miss a deal.]

“All right. Be careful not to let the wrong people buy it, and most importantly, don't let us notice what we're doing there. ”

[Copy that.]

Sueden puts the phone down.

Freeing Africa?

Leading a retired mercenary who's all old and starving with a shiny, dry North Korean soldier and that vast, rough Africa?

It feels great to be hit, but that's it.

Sueden rubs his thumb and index finger.

As expected, there should be some tension in this battle.

If you become the final winner of this process, Britain and Japan, of course, and China and France, too, will not be able to resist the United States.

Sueden taps his index finger, staring at Yongin's address.

* * *

It was a small café on the outskirts of Paris, Angers and Saint-Hyacinthe, and it was time for the glass between the crosses to stab the afternoon sun deep into the narrow cafe.

Sophia Tadwur stares at the man across the table with a complex and profound look and expression.

In order for silence to flow over the checkered tablecloth and fall to the ground, Tadwur did not reap the sharp glare of the knife.

But this was the first time again.

The man sitting across the street said, "Doesn't your eye hurt? ’I was staring at him with my face.

The first person to look at his lively eyes as if it were nothing like that was born, I swear.

Tadwur shook his head and opened his mouth again.

“There seems to be some misunderstanding, but we're a gang. It also mistouched the French Intelligence Service, and then the organization collapsed in half, making it very difficult for Sechto Benime. ”

The guy across the street said, "I see. ’I nodded, and it scratched Sophia's insides again.

Usually, if you talk about it like this, you're afraid Sophia's gonna feel bad, 'but as long as you're here, your organization is the best in France.’ Well, it was because he said this.

By the way, this Oriental who is fluent in French said, 'You've come for nothing.’ It was my face.

Kill this?

Or make you really tired of horror?

“Even if we're halfway broken, we rule this place. I don't think you know that. ”

The other man said it didn't matter.

“You're halfway down, anyway, aren't you? ”

Sophia lifts one side of her lips and draws a grin. It was a common habit when he decided to kill a man.

“Then you don't have to say it any longer. ”

It was the moment the Oriental man across the street was about to rise from his seat.

“Sit down!"

Sophia growls out of nowhere.

“Don't get up in front of me. Minimal courtesy. At least if you want to get out of this cafe alive, you'd better do that. ”

The guy across the street again said, "I see. ’Nod with a face.

You'd rather die.

So pay for insulting me and learn how late the world will be.

It was a moment when Sophia's patience stretched like a finger pulled from both sides and was about to break.

An Oriental man hangs his arm on the table and takes his torso forward.

“Come closer. ”

Sofian nods and takes her torso to the man across the street, hoping to see where she's going.

“Gangs are powerful, aren't they? ”

What are you trying to say?

It was after Sofian sharply stared at her opponent.

The man across the street picked up a spoon.

Twinkling.

Sofian's reaction was funnier.

A fluffy smiling man shoves a spoon at Sofian's face like a wizard in a mirror.

Within a mirror-like spoon, Sophia looks like her cheeks are wide open. And his face was covered with a sniper laser light.

Immediately after Sofian saw a spoon and an Eastern man alternate with a surprised eye.

“If you spit a word out of your mouth from now on, I'll start with you and all the people who hide in this cafe will cut through your forehead. ”

Sophia, who was about to say something, frowned.

Just before I lifted the spoon, I was reminded of a warning from an Oriental man who was going to cut through my forehead.

“I had an appointment one day. One thing I ask is that you listen unconditionally. ”

An Oriental man who saw Sofian's face picks up and smiles and says, 'It's okay, but now use sardines.' I warned you.

“An appointment with the boss... Oh? ”

The opposing man nods.

“Tell me the name you give me when you ask for an appointment. ”

The Oriental man smiled again as he looked at Sophia to see if she was originally pleasant.

“Gods of Blackfield. ”

Damn it...!

Sophia bites her.

The hippocampus almost wiped out the organization itself, not just its life.