God of Blackfield

Doodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoo.

In the absence of high buildings or mountains around, the sound of a military helicopter sounds like a horde of horses.

It was a time when mercenaries were eager to train to keep the tension on their bodies.

It's been quite a while since I had lunch, so it was late afternoon.

A large helicopter flew over the base of Milongunde, Malawi.

“What the hell!”

Nero received no information about the helicopter.

In that state, a military helicopter flew into the meadows of Milonde, where dirt confirms itself every time it blew a whiff of wind, spreading dust through the eyes and mouth.

“Old Captain! Who? ”

Nero growls at Gerar with a rifle on his right shoulder, and an unbeatable crew rushes around.

Doodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoo!

“Who is it!”

Soon after Nero came out of the boat in a hurry, he asked a second question.

Gerard, who cut the ball's wound, opens his mouth to him.

“The one you wanted to meet. ”

“What...? What did you say?”

Nero was wrapped around his head with his arms, avoiding the wind caused by the helicopter. Then he turns his frowny face.

“Gods of Blackfield. ”

“Waha...! Ugh! ”

Nero, who spits out dirt, shouts back.

“It's our commander, the Gods of Blackfield! He's here!”

“Hey-oh! ”

“Whoa, whoa! ”

More than 200 mercenaries raised their hands like children who went to rob a toy store screaming.

“Why didn't you tell me? ”

Doodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoo!

The military uniform, which the helicopter was almost sitting down in, was roughing up like a hurricane.

“Enemies are targeting the captain! ”

“Crazy bastards! They're after the God of Death! ”

Nero shouts as he stands, and the helicopter lands on the ground.

With his head down, Kang Hyeong descended from the helicopter.

It was a black counter-terrorism outfit with three fully armed men.

“Younger than I expected! ”

“You'd better think we're the masters of the past! ”

Gerar smiles and is greeted with a loud voice, and the mercenaries gathered around him stare at the Fresh of Blackfield with a glance of expectation.

* * *

On the phone, Sueden bursts his distribution like he's obsessed with madness.

“African! How could he be there! ”

[Immediately from the South Korean base of Ndola, Zambia, to Milan, Malawi. Due to the lack of agents on this side and the many constraints on his behavior, it is difficult to get a proper picture of his performance.]

“Whoo!”

Sueden pulls the tie around and releases the hanging shirt button roughly.

“Do you want to move as you see? What is the current UIS situation? ”

[Yesterday afternoon, we handed over all the weapons and they're perfectly ready.]

It was time for Sueden to think briefly.

[Director, I think we should reconsider the Duke of UIS from the beginning.]

The opinions of an African officer who seemed to scratch his insides with a rake came to light.

“Tell me why. ”

[Troops will not be opponents. There's a good chance that the French Intelligence Service will follow his lead to the foreign troops.]

“Hey, Anderson. Since when do we calculate their safety or their odds with the Duke of UIS? ”

[I'm sorry, but I was just saying, why don't you change your target for an effective attack?]

Sueden stares at the map on the wallpaper monitor with his red eyes.

“First, proceed as planned. ”

[Copy that.]

It was after I hung up.

He immediately dialed a new number.

'Hello.’ A thick bundle has come over.

“How was your trip?”

[Smooth. I've looked at the tourist map, and I'm done checking out the items to buy.]

“Then start shopping. I'd better go back to the second plan. ”

[Copy that.]

“Good luck. ”

[Thank you.]

The call is over again.

Still, Sueden finds another number and presses the button.

[Hello]

This time, the profanity of an awkward accent surpassed the English pronunciation.

“Mr. Kawaguchi, we'll get started. ”

Because of the unexpected news, there was no answer from the other person who thought he would be happy to run.

“I have one. I need to take away my gaze, so let the Destruction Specialist infiltrate the sea. It would be nice to go south.”

[Mr. Sway, if that's the case, you don't have to penetrate the sea. We can enter Korea using any other nationality.]

“It means I'm going to take away my gaze. It would be nice if you could go in there a little louder. If this operation is successful, he will surely be shaken. ”

I heard my sighs first, and then I said, "Okay. ’The answer came across.

After hanging up, Sueden stares back at the map.

If you don't kill him, this is a dead fight.

There was no other way to kill the auditorium that controlled the satellite.

Put down the phone we've been talking about, and Sueden picks up a phone inside the CIA.

I dialed the number and waited a while.

“Mr. Weiss, this is President Sueden. ”

And he started a call with the Vice President of the United States.

“I would like to discuss an important issue. It is, of course, a matter of great importance to the development of the United States, and it will be a great opportunity for you, Mr. Vice President. ”

After giving the horse, Sueden waits for the opponent's answer with a nervous expression like a student waiting to pass the test.

In a moment,

“I'll see you in two hours. ”

He lowers his handshake with a brightly lit face.

* * *

The disappearance of the Egyptian National Intelligence Service was an unbelievable face.

Before dawn the chickens came back to cry, they welcomed the Lakeside, the Nam Il-gyu, and the group for the final day.

Someone they've dealt with before.

Sunni salafists who are rumored to be radical.

Five Dalang went in to get rid of their cerebral cortex, and they all came in with a healthy face just four hours ago.

Of course, I came back because I became a bloody buffalo with the Great Lakes, but if it came from the body of an enemy, it's nothing to worry about anymore.

Even if there was one thing that made Egypt lose again, even if there was one thing that was punished, I would run with the agents.

“Do you have coffee? ”

“Absolutely.”

So the missing Egyptian agents, who were standing by fully armed, were now riding a bag of coffee with a face similar to that of Myeonghyun.

A narrow office.

Walled fans, old windows, old desks, old telephones used to turn numbers around.

Immediately after the office was filled with the sweet fragrance of a bag of coffee, the cigarette smoke was cloudy, and no one complained.

I may have set a perimeter on the roof, but it's dangerous to keep the windows wide open at this time.

“Don't juniors smoke? ”

“Smoke.”

The youngest agent answered Nam Il-gyu's question carefully.

“Come here. Take this.”

And the lagoon that saw it pushed the cigarette away.

His face and hands are still stiffened by the blood of the enemy.

“Be polite elsewhere. We are all now allies against the enemy. If that's the case, it's hard for me to smoke in front of my elders. ”

A youngest agent nods her head as she turns her gaze.

Choke.

The lighter turns on the final day, and the youngest agent lights it with his torso down.

“Wouldn't there be retaliation over here? ”

“If you don't have a special operation for a while, I'll take it. If the enemy's generosity is unusual, he was also instructed to take action so that he could take great retribution after taking refuge. ”

“Fuchch.”

When I heard the answer, the gangster brutally laughed with a cigarette in his mouth.

“Darmikov, you have to catch this son of a bitch. ”

“I've been thinking about that a little bit. ”

The people in the narrow office, who robbed Holang of the rest of the coffee, took their eyes at once.

“I believe that tonight's operation will prepare us for any form of retaliation. Not right now, but sooner or later you'll know we did it. ”

Turning to Myeonghyun, Nam Il-gyu and the last day of sitting nodded.

“There's a massive deployment in Africa, and the UIS-connected forces are very sharp. ”

The introduction was lengthy.

As I had guessed, Myeonghyun was right.

“I'd rather spill information that there will be a massive deployment of our troops over here. ”

What's all this nonsense?

Everyone's face was just like that, except for Myeonghyun.

“There's no choice but to make major preparations. Especially if you want to bring weapons against the army, you must move through Greece, and then Darmikov will surely move. ”

“Can you tell me why you're so sure? ”

“The final indicator of this incident is Agent Kim Gwangmin Darmikov. If you pretend you don't know what you're doing today, he'll lose his credit for arms trafficking. ”

“It would be dangerous to lose Egypt for the time being, wouldn't it? ”

“I don't think it's a bad idea for us to hit it first. ”

“It's hard for us to decide, and I'd like to discuss this with the commander, but can I tell you the plan? ”

“I would rather ask. ”

The lagoon that threw the cigarette into the paper cup nodded.

* * *

Kang Chan doesn't like to be cumbersome.

Especially, I hated standing there and saying hello, but in that sense, mercenaries were really comfortable.

As soon as you feel comfortable, the salutations come and ask for a handshake, so you can say whatever greetings you want with your hands facing each other.

“I watched Operation Afghanistan on TV. It was bloody. It was unfair to see Gerar the Old Commandant join us later. ”

The first person was usually a hostage rescue operation in Afghanistan on the air, and the next one was a nickname for the freshman Blackfield in South Korea.

I didn't like the smell of sweat from those who left the battlefield somewhere empty.

Anyway, the big river greeting is over.

“There's a barracks over there. ”

Gerar raises his hand and points to the barracks.

Hot sun, a unique smell from the ground, a good wind filled with dirt, and a heat that hides somewhere and hits the ground.

Shh, shh, shh.

While walking towards the barracks, I realized I was back in Africa.

Arriving in front of the barracks, Kang Chan picks up and laughs. I saw a wooden table in front of me.

“What do you think?”

“Do you like this? ”

“I came here with no idea, but since I bring a table, I think I live rather than walk around in a suit. ”

It was after Kang Chan, who nodded his head, sat on the table.

Gerar, who entered the barracks, put something in his armpit and came out with it in his hands.

What the hell are you doing?

After turning his head, he was forced to smile again.

Bottled coffee, powdered cream, sugar, mugs, and kettles and burners for boiling water.

“Crazy bastard.”

“Don't do that in front of other crew members. ”

“If that's the case, you shouldn't be on coffee. ”

Gerar raises his head.

“Is that so? Then I'll ride the coffee, so you'd rather sound like a lunatic. ”

It's good, but it's burning the burner to drink hot coffee in hot Africa. You don't have to drink to live.

Animals never do.

There is a strange corner to being a human.

“But suddenly, what are you doing? ”

“I decided to protect someone to work for the General Intelligence Agency. ”

Gerard, who put coffee, cream and sugar in his mug, gave him a glance.

“I don't think it would be a bad idea to start here because I don't have military experience. I'm building rapport with the retreaters. After dealing with such a large number of people, you will be able to understand the realities more easily. ”

“Wouldn't it be dangerous? ”

“Can a man who can't overcome this risk survive in the General Intelligence Agency? ”

Gerard, who nodded with his lips out, poured hot water into the mug.

Another smell, different from the bag of coffee, blossomed from the table and flew towards the African sky.

Kang Chan put a mug in front of him and gave him a far-sighted look.

I don't even think about Enzo's face right now.

I missed you, though.

And as always, the people in their hearts came to mind one after the other.

The smell of coffee in Africa was like that for the hymn.