God of Blackfield

Fraser picks up a bottle of water from a burning thirst.

Geiger, who was sitting next to me, drank a bottle of water and tasted it. He continued to be as thirsty as Gegen.

He applied to the CIA's plan and passed the experiment.

After that experiment, I felt thirsty when I approached the world as if the world had been bitten in red and near the hall of hymns.

If I feel like it, I want to ignore the instructions and run.

I want to break the head of the hymn, break his chest and grip his heart.

While undergoing special training, the impulse for murder, which was not felt even in numerous operations, came close enough to withstand when it entered within the radius of hymn.

Fraser, who swallows the dried saliva, turns his head and looks back.

The four crew members who went through this experiment were staring at each other with red eyes.

Reason and consciousness are a little blurred.

The desire to run, even after biting Fraser right now, came up all around their eyes and mouth.

“Khh!”

Even one of them growled like a beast.

I wanted the order to come down quickly.

Fraser clearly saw the hymn of killing the men who were after Nam Il-gyu.

I thought I was crazy because I didn't have enough pearl boiling blood outside the store.

[Wait. Throw it away this time.]

The crew lacked reason.

That much judgment is also lacking.

You foolishly blew that good chance you should have pulled the trigger.

And when the hymn came running, Fraser was actually so hot that the blood boiled and his body burned.

The hymn provokes him, Gegen, and the crew.

I don't see it, but the crew in a distant two-trillion passenger car would be looking for a compliment similar to Fraser's.

South Korea's national intelligence counter-terrorism team? Special Agent?

Fraser seemed to have a level playing field.

Although I was surprised at one side of Nam Il Gyu, if Fraser and Gegen, who had reason and judgment, were there, they would have unconditionally removed them and won the throat of the hymn.

* * *

Prior to arriving in Japan, Samuel sat in the specialty room of his home, Maximum Hotel, after finishing his first day.

The body grows lively like a cheese on fire, but the mind only speaks like a watered celery.

It's a speciality.

After leaving Samuel's room with three bedrooms, a bathroom with a huge tub, two separate toilets, and a living room, there are six rooms that the living room, the attendant and the bodyguard will stay in.

Anyhow, if anyone wants to come to Samuel's place, they have to go through a space with a bodyguard and a bodyguard.

Samuel, who was holding a tablet on the table, breathed heavily and unfolded his schedule.

“I hope this trip is for the benefit of the United States. ”

He couldn't erase the words and smiles of the last Roude he saw.

"Traveling to the Benefits of the United States? ’

It definitely meant something.

May the blessing of God be upon you. I hope it will be a good trip. No, Rowe clearly wanted to win a trip that was "faithful to the interests of the United States."

There are no anomalies in the schedule.

I didn't see any problems with security or safety.

“Whoo!”

Samuel, dressed in formal trousers and shirts, leans back and hangs his right arm on the backrest of the couch.

It was the Round that even knew about his contact with Sueden.

“Stupid human! ”

If you don't hear from him until now, Samuel will be the last to guess.

Samuel, who was worried that he might not want to get rid of himself, decided to take care of it.

When you finish your schedule in Japan, you go back to Korea and it's over.

It was the moment Samuel lowered his arm and tried to put the tablet on the table.

Fat.

A line of white light beams across the middle, and an American symbol, the eagle, rises up in the middle of the screen.

Samuel somehow sat down with his heart fluttering.

[How was your trip? Samuel?]

What appeared on the next screen of the tablet was the routing.

Sitting at his desk, he raised his two clenched hands in front of him and spoke with a straight look at the front of the tablet.

[The United States has faced a crisis that has never been imagined before. It's China's growth that threatens the currency, Europe's unification, and, most importantly, South Korea's growth that threatens the currency.]

Samuel raises his head quickly.

I didn't see any bodyguards or bodyguards.

“Is there anyone? Michum! Michum! ”

[Samuel.]

Raoud called Samuel as if his actions were inappropriate.

[Your sacrifice will be the cause of America. We will use your noble sacrifice to provoke China and North Korea, and make America stronger again through war.]

“What a madman! ”

Like throwing a tablet, Samuel walked out of the living room and quickly moved toward the door.

Chuckle! Chuckle!

The door was locked.

Boom, boom, boom!

“Michum! Hey! Is there anyone out there? Hey!”

Samuel, shouting, turned his gaze toward the telephone on the bedside table next to the couch, and immediately moved.

[May God bless you.]

In the tablet, Round smiles with long lips.

It was Samuel's rush to pick up the phone.

Ahhhhhhh!

His eyes turned white, and immediately a hot heat filled his living room.

Qaaaaaaaah!

Immediately a tremendous noise burst, like tearing off an ear.

A horrible mass of fire emanated from the 12th floor of the hotel towards the dark air.

Passasak!

The debris splintered everywhere.

The roads in front of the hotel were filled with shocked cars, with curled and fallen people.

Whee, whe, whe! Beep!

When the police in charge of external security were controlling the surroundings, the black smoke blooming on the 12th floor of the Maximum Hotel was climbing up the outer wall in thickness.

Hand-mouthed women, crazy-faced men crowded upstairs, and vehicles from the police, fire trucks, and police forces rushed along with a chaotic siren.

* * *

Gogan Woo and Kang Chan headed to Samsung Dong's hotel, not far from the missile.

The members of the counter-terrorism team in the front and rear passenger cars defend themselves and the agents in the rear passenger cars.

Kang Chan looks out the window, swallowing a dry needle.

Like a fighter flying through the sky, an enormous crisis is rushing towards the hymn.

I was thirsty before.

Kang Chan took out his phone with unbearable anxiety and dialed the number.

[Monsieur River.]

“Ambassador, this is a compliment. It's going that way. Never, no matter what happens, do not leave the room until I arrive, and stay with the bodyguard. ”

French.

Nevertheless, it sounded like the lagoon and the final day were grunting enough to reflect.

[Looks like you're in a crisis again. I will. So I want you to come and check on the safety of the Monsieur River rather than rush.]

Ranoc wanted to sing a hymn.

I felt that the French words gently conveyed like a chanson.

“Ambassador, we will be here shortly. ”

[I'll be waiting.]

The call ended with a soft voice from Lanoke.

Kang Chan listened as he looked through the building where the lights had not yet gone out.

We must send troops to Africa.

However, it was clear that Erwan, the Director General of Intelligence, had used the numbers, and now the request for praise could not be fulfilled.

‘Please, bear with me. Until I kill them all from the outside and get there. ’

There is no reason why the movement of those suspicious troops in Africa should not be seen without the farming of Herwan. And we don't have armored vehicles or helicopters.

Kang Chan sighs out of the dark sky.

* * *

Bandundu base was quite wide.

Gerar is defending the front and deploying mercenaries all over the place, but there are many areas where only North Korean troops are defending without mercenaries.

Urr.

Those who bowed on their knees put their backs up again.

Then he scattered dust and raised his body.

Women turned black burka upside down, making it difficult to measure the shape, and children wore dark gray vests.

I came a long way starving and exhausted.

The children's dark eyebrows and long eyelashes somehow looked like calves' eyes, and instead of being incredibly clear, they also looked sad as if they had a future in which they would one day be dragged to the slaughterhouse.

The North Koreans first see them.

A woman in a burka grabbed the hand of a naive, shameful boy, and the hand of a girl with a distinct, dark stake did not pull the trigger.

Some of the children who had left home came to mind.

It was because hunger and fear of guns were in the eyes of children.

“Stop!"

A shout flew towards the woman and children who were 10 meters ahead.

Some even touched the bread and confectionery in their arms.

I even imagined what I would get if I threw it away.

Women and children did not stop.

When I reached about five meters, I noticed that the atmosphere was strange.

Toothless!

The North Korean military commander fires a gun at the air.

A flame erupts from the tip of the rifle in the dark, and the sound of a blunt rifle tears the silence.

“Stop! When you came closer, it was a mane! ”

I didn't know what I meant, but I could understand the meaning enough.

Chug! Chug!

Yet women and children did not stop.

Two-two-thouse!

“Don't stop! ”

The shout burst again.

And the commander in charge of this side looked at the tears hanging from the girl's eyes.

Cheers.

“If you come near after the warning fire, kill me! Don't waste your time! ”

I heard two gunshots right after An-heollho's radio came in.

Arrow!

A woman pushed the child and rushed forward.

“Alahu Akbar! ”

It was after the cries of the torn woman rang out loud.

Khhhhhh!

There were two big explosions.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!

An RPG called Allaah's Magic Wand flew towards it in a row.

Khh! Khh!

The walls were severed, and the bodies of North Korean soldiers who shed blood from their eyes and ears were scattered everywhere.

“Waaah!”

Fubberbuck! Toothpick!

Hostiles rush toward Bandundu Base.

At the same time as the gunshot,

Bee Yi Jung! Khh! Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

RPG has been flying in a row.

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da! Ow! Beep.

The machine-gun sounds and mortars of mercenaries guarding the hill burst out in a row.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

Recognition crews pulled the trigger towards a crisis-ridden area.

Fubberbuck! Puebuck! Puebuck! Tofu!

North Korean troops pulled the trigger by turning the shotgun without covering up women and children.

Bee Yi Jung! Khh! Bee Yi Jung! Khh!

Every time the RPG flew, the wall exploded, and three or four North Korean soldiers were thrown to the ground, rising high into the sky.

“Go, you bastards! ”

Fubberbuck! Fubberbuck!

An inverted eye pulls the elongation trigger, and the enemies rush forward like the bank collapses in front of his muzzle.

Beep, beep!

Mortars exploded from afar.

Ta-da-da-da-da! Ta-da-da-da!

The elongated machine gun fell.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!

Then RPG flew to the hill for a long time.

Fubberbuck!

The head of the woman who flipped over the bourgeoisie exploded and her body swung backwards.

“Argh!”

With a dolphin-like scream, the children holding the dynamite came running.

Puebuck! Puebuck! Khhhhhhhh!

The gunned child was brushed and the dynamite he was carrying burst roughly and swept around.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

A special team of commentators took the place of snipers, blocking RPGs like bad luck, and the North Korean soldiers who pulled their dead comrades hung from the walls.

The gray clothes concealed around and ran like crazy, and each time, the children held Dynamite in their arms.

Park Chul-soo was in the back.

Battle is not scary.

We had to check which side was pushed to support the troops, and we had to reinforce the reinforcements in areas where there was a lot of toxic RPG attacks.

Kang Chan always said he didn't know how to fight in Africa.

He used to say, "Hell."

The place where a child jumps with a dynamite, a woman runs with an RPG hidden in a bourgeois, where those women seem to be torn apart. “Alahu Akbar!” I never knew where to shove a child in front of a bullet with the shout, "Park Chul-soo said.

Can we keep our minds intact even after this hellish battle?

Cheers.

“Differentia! Support Post 3! ”

It was the moment that Park Chul-soo checked the poisonous area and finished the radio.

“I'll be there. ”

A familiar voice clings, and Park Seung-soo turns his head.

Steel Gyu, Kwak Chul-ho, and the crew who should be in the ward are perfectly armed.

“General.”

Steel claws called out loudly.

Cheers.

“Differentia! Post 3 will be supported separately from here. ”

Park Chul-soo gave instructions to the radio with his face that he had no choice.