God of Blackfield

He flew for over 18 hours.

The plane that landed at Hong Kong International Airport followed the light bulb to one side of the hangar.

It's a good horse. It's moving one way. It's kind of like hiding.

A bus approached while members of the crew were looking out sharply, and a familiar face dropped off the bus.

“Ambassador Lanoke. Open the trap.”

One of the crew pressed the button and the pushed door slowly lowered to the floor of the runway.

It was around 5 pm local time in Hong Kong.

I saw him in France a few days ago.

And it's the way back to Africa.

Most of all, it was nice to see Ranok acting like this, and it was most important to meet a strong ally in the middle of the war.

“Welcome. ”

Ranok, who was waiting in front of the bus, opened his arms to the hymn.

Between the two greetings, the General Intelligence and Counter-Terrorism Team members surrounded the bus and the plane.

“What are you doing in Hong Kong? ”

“I was wondering if it would help to confuse the enemy. ”

When Ranoc snowed, one of the agents took two chairs and a table from the bus.

The two of them sat on the table with their buses behind their backs and staring at the plane from which the hymn came.

It's hard to live.

Who knew you'd enjoy the afternoon sun on one side of the Hong Kong International Airport runway?

The sound of the passengers' rough engines, the sound of loading cargo, the sound of various equipment and vehicles moving around swept through the surroundings like a background.

Red tea, cigarettes and cigars were on the table, and only one ashtray came up in the palm of my hand.

“It's really good. ”

“This is a token of our appreciation for receiving Munbaki. ”

“Then we should treat Munbaki a little more seductively. ”

“Hahaha!”

Lannock is somehow throwing his mask off more easily than before.

It wasn't bad, but I was anxious on the one hand.

The world of information is because we dig through this gap like a weakness and bite our throats.

“Which of the following objectives is the Japan Intelligence Agency? ”

“Yes.”

Ranoch asked questions and replied similarly among the agents who followed the Red Tea and withdrew.

Choke.

Lanoke, who cut off the tip of the cigar, sucks the fire so that the bowl goes in.

The strong rain sitting across the street also naturally lit a cigarette.

“Then we need to treat Basilica more gently. ”

A few days ago, you didn't feel right at night?

It felt like the years under Lanoke's eyes and hanging from his cheeks were revealed in the afternoon sun.

“Even if he had the intelligence services in his hands perfectly, it must have been hard to keep fighting the president. So the choice was to be president. However, the head of the Intelligence Service and the President have completely different roles and personalities. ”

When I turned off the cigarette, the dark scent of cigar that curled up near Ranoc's door grazed the strong hymn and flew to the runway.

“Just as Mr. Kang Chan set up the General Intelligence Agency of France, he is also trying to create a new Russian intelligence agency. So it's a good idea to empower him at this point. ”

“I don't know how. It's a very strong personality, and I wanted to change someplace when I met you last time. ”

Ranoc only moves one side of his lips and smiles.

“Do you know that the two of you have something in common? ”

“Me and Basilica? ”

If someone else had said this, they would have thought it was a blasphemy.

“We don't have much time. I'm going to Russia on this road. Do you really intend to enter Japan like this? ”

“Yes.”

Ranoc did not speak for a moment while looking straight into the eyes of the hymn.

“Aren't you scared? ”

“I don't have a choice. because what they're asking us to do is give away our precious people and everything we have. ”

“Mr. Kang Chan, why don't you tell the General Intelligence Bureau? ”

Ranok's worries and concerns were in his eyes.

“Ambassador, I can think of it as South Korea's business. If you instruct me to do that, someone in the General Intelligence Department can misunderstand you and Munbaki. I want to lead people like Romain and Eungol out of it again. ”

Lannock didn't say a word for a moment.

The next thing he wanted to see was a smile in his eyes.

“On the way back from Russia, we have dinner together. ”

“Got it.”

Ranok stretched out his arms to the hymn that had taken place.

I wanted to end this fight.

So I wanted to have tea with good people and relax like this.

The refuelled airplane ran directly to Japan on the Hong Kong International Airport runway.

It takes about five hours to reach Narita Airport in Japan.

The Japanese Intelligence Service has enough time to confirm the entry of the hymn.

Naturally, the permission to enter the plane on which Kanghyang was riding was applied for for in a completely different way.

If you don't know that much, is that the Intelligence Service?

I don't know, but the Japan Intelligence Agency will be looking into self-service planes and applicants.

Kang Chan picked up the phone and pressed the call button.

[This is Kim Hyung-jeong, Deputy Commissioner.]

“It's a compliment.”

Strangely, the beginning of the call was becoming similar to Basilica.

“The lagoon and the final day team would have departed from Egypt. ”

[We will arrive at dawn tomorrow. The exact time is 05: 30.]

You must be having a hard time flying at night.

It's going to be really hard for the people next to you to pick up their noses.

“Team Leader, if you return, tell us exactly what the tolerant terrorist attack is and put it right into Commissioner Kim Kwon Sik's protection. ”

[On guard?]

“There are a lot of people watching anyway. That's the best way to deal with it. What are the specifics?”

[This is the President of the United States. It was a lightning bolt, and I was wondering because it was a schedule that canceled all the previous schedules.]

Kang Chan nodded.

If Hyung-jeong Kim is weird, that's it.

“Two terrorism is a sign. The hostiles have yet to attain their objectives, so they must have devised a larger plan. ”

[I will be vigilant so that we never lose any more precious people.]

I ended the call with Kim Hyeong-jeong's inadequate answer.

The plane was heading for Japan.

* * *

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

The plane went down terribly.

D'D'D'Déad!

I ran roughly through the unpaved runway.

“You're killing me!”

I heard Nero scream like a madman.

Gerar laughed at Bol's wounds, and his expressions and voice guessed the members of the Enhanced Special Forces who didn't understand him.

The vibration of the transporter was about to sink.

Doodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoo! Doodoodoodoodoodoodoo!

The sound of a helicopter flying around the transporter came into disruption.

Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

I heard a roaring armored car engine.

Chuckle! Chuckle! Chulkerduck! Choke!

Without a word of instruction, the sound of weapons checking filled the transporter.

Huuuuuuuh.

As the back door opened, the crew quickly jumped in order.

Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Doodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoo!?

Armored vehicles rush around the transporter, emitting second-hand smoke, and attacking helicopters hovering over the sky with weapons like open arms.

Without the need for any other expression, Kinshasa in the Democratic Republic of the Congo was making the battlefield invulnerable.

“Secure your position! ”

The crew jumped at the screams of the differential.

“Nero! Front and rear entrance! ”

“Oui!”

At Gerar's command, Nero and the mercenaries rushed towards the front and rear entrance of the temporary airport.

It was when Gerar gazed at the helicopter hovering in the air.

Shh, shh, shh.

An alien unit commander is approaching.

“This is Martinez, of the 11th Regiment. ”

While the dirt was flying in the wind on the unpaved runway, Martinez stood by Gerard with a serious attitude after his salute.

It's Africa.

Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of the Congo, where the heat springs and the smell of faeces is everywhere.

A turbulent height, a decent body, a torn shoulder, glowing eyes and a threatening scar on the cheeks.

Gerard, holding down his shoulder rifle, is emitting the charisma of a special team commander who is hard to resist in the middle of Africa.

“What about the troops here? ”

“A total of 49! ”

Martinez answered as if he were using evil to beat the sound of the helicopter.

“Martinez!”

“Oui!”

He is an outsider. However, it is difficult for any outsider to take Gerar into custody. It was because he was the second most prestigious commander in the history of the Special Forces.

The fact that raising him was the legendary God-of-Black Field of the Foreign Forces Special Forces made him more special.

“Even after our move, we shoot the airport! ”

“You've already been ordered! ”

“There are so many men! If the supplies are cut off, it will be difficult to advance! Keep in mind! You can contact the General Intelligence Bureau directly if you need to, or you can contact me directly. ”

“Oui!”

Martinez replied with a proud face.

A man recognized by the General Intelligence Agency of France, Gerard's face came out shortly after hearing the order.

* * *

Needless to say, the United States and the Republic of Korea and Japan also check people coming through international airports.

In particular, the list of immigrants is a level that, in addition to computerized processing, professionals who have worked for decades verify on a daily basis by hand.

A plane descends in front of the long Narita Terminal building.

It was a long flight.

I'm just so tired of people riding around, how hard it must be for people who catch a cockpit.

It's a small plane, too.

While the airplane slowed down at the end of the runway, Kang Chan picked up the glasses he had prepared.

The plague.

He runs under his glasses with a chunky nose and even a mustache underneath.

Looks like a toy to me. However, it is a makeup tool that is so precise that it is difficult to tell at night. It was also produced by the National Intelligence Service.

The four crew members in suits wore similar glasses and were ready to disembark.

One of the reasons for the failure to bring in the final team was to select members of the counter-terrorism team of similar stature.

Hooooooooooooo.

The plane stopped and the car came running.

Kang Chan got in the car waiting to get off the plane for the third time.

* * *

Kawaguchi only confirmed that Sukgang Ho and the team were headed to Korea on the final day.

Africa, of course, is a precautionary measure that prevents all overseas activities of the Japan Intelligence Service, and important information is obtained through the cooperation of the United States or Israel.

Of course, there are still undercover agents at major airports or hotels, but it was unimaginable for them to move too.

Anyway, it was clear that the most important key force of the hymn was going from Egypt to Korea.

It also boarded a regular passenger plane.

It meant it was difficult to get out of the middle of nowhere.

Kawaguchi then looked at other data.

Kang Chan met Lanok at Hong Kong International Airport and took off again.

That was it.

It is not yet clear whether he went to Russia with Ranok, or moved straight to Korea, or whether he entered Narita in an eye-catching way.

Belief.

Then Ext. Phone number 3 cried sharply.

Sweet.

Gawaguchi pressed the number and immediately pulled the handshake.

“Tell me.”

[The total number of passengers disembarked at Narita International Airport is 5. They're all wearing the same glasses in the same outfit, and they're moving directly with me in the presence of the French Intelligence Service.]

Get out of the airport under the escort of the French Intelligence Service!

Gawaguchi's pride broke.

“What's your current status? ”

[It's on the Shinkuko Car Road. There are two passenger cars, two of which appear to be escorted separately, making it difficult to get close to each other, and they follow each other from a distance.]

I rolled my eyes to the left and to the right while holding the handshake.

If you decide, you can use Yakuza's tissue warfare as an excuse to shoot, or dump trucks can hit you.

On this occasion…?

If you think it was a simple accident, whether or not you were riding a rig, that's an unspeakable situation.

I have not informed you of my entry, so I am not responsible for the escort.

“What about the footage of the entrance? ”

[Already sent.]

“I'll contact you right away. ”

Kawaguchi lowers the handshake and puts his hand on the keyboard.

After entering his password, "Long live the Japanese Empire," the video sent by the agents was displayed on one side of the screen.

Sweet.

When I pressed the mouse button, the five people who got off the plane clearly came up on the monitor.

“Crazy man! ”

Gawaguchi, who saw the third descending man, spat out a great curse.

Walking, unique gestures.

It's a hymn. It's also a hymn that scares and hates to appear in dreams.

After the murder of the Deputy Director General and Deputy Heads in France, he appeared in Japan in this way.

There must be a reason.

Even if it looked ridiculous!

You're gonna come in here and hurt me?

Kawaguchi had a nasty look at him.

Dead or scratched.

He quickly presses the Ext 3 button and listens to the handshaker.

“What is your current location? ”

[16 kilometres from the airport.]

“Commence operations. Execute Plan B first and immediately execute Plan A if the result is unsatisfactory. ”

[I'll check.]

“I authorize the operation. Defend the honor of the Japanese Empire. ”

[Confirmed.]

Gawaguchi, who put down the handshake, took a deep breath.

It's too easy. Is it a trap?

People get weaker, so I keep getting suspicious.

Military uniforms, soldiers, long knives.

Kawaguchi looked at his grandfather's picture and was heartbroken.