Limit Breaker

The Chinese government, in cooperation with the U.N. 's request for counter-terrorist troops, provided one military fighter transport and two pilots and co-pilots to pilot the aircraft.

Despite China's cooperative attitude in the U.N. vs. the terrorist division, many pilots complained that foreign operations forced them to transport U.N. Special Forces.

"Dammit. Why do we have to clean up someone else's country?" It's a plane from Korea, so it has nothing to do with us. "

The co-pilot complains to the pilot, his shooter, and grumbles in a grumpy voice.

"You can't do that. Korea has declared it incapable of solving this problem."

The U.N. v. terrorist division, which was the first to stay in China, offered a joint countermeasure to the U.N. by informing the South Korean government that aircraft departing from Incheon International Airport had been hijacked, but the country was too embarrassed by the act of terrorism within the Grand Arc, the subsequent riots of yoga monsters, the disappearance of windmill, which represented Korea, and a red masked party with overwhelming combat power against the chariot troops.

Moreover, despite the bombing, in the footsteps of all the Red Mask members who were left behind, politicians who mobilized special forces to protect their surroundings in the assassination plot of his politicians decided to forfeit their lives.

He showed his hands, saying he couldn't save the hijacked passenger plane.

While the UN was greatly disappointed in South Korea's actions, they made a deal with China that they thought they could not rescue a hijacked airplane on their own.

From China's point of view, it was a skeptical response to the idea that the hijacked air was on their land, but not their responsibility.

Nevertheless, the United Nations has been relentless in its negotiations, and has managed to get China to take over its rights that South Korea has given up.

Instead, in China, the image fall was clear if they failed, revealing their cooperation if they succeeded, and secretly expressing their position that they would become bystanders if they failed.

It was the United Nations that had been disappointed in the behavior of Northeast Asian nations, but it was successful in gaining China's cooperation and supporting military aircraft to transport U.N. vs. terrorist special forces.

The pilots controlling the aircraft didn't know this, but they couldn't stop grumbling because it was a foreign thing for them.

"Hey, pilots. Stop whining. I'm on my way."

One of the Special Forces, sitting in a chair, inspecting the weapon, opens his mouth as if they were tired of their grumbling.

In the words of a white man with a huge stature of over 2m surrounded by heavy power suits that wrapped his whole body like armor, a woman who looked like a mixture of a white man with long black hair and a narrow, long sharp figure with a fox-shaped face.

"I know. You've been chattering up and down ever since. I don't want anything more than control for you, so why don't you just feel like you've been trained?"

"… Tsk……"

pilots who thought they had nothing to gain by paying tribute to those who had lived their lives in training for terrorism in faraway lands just because they were from the United Nations kept their mouths shut.

"Is everyone ready?"

After a brief disappearing commotion, a robust black man among the Special Forces opened his mouth.

"Yes!

Combined with the commander, there are six of them.

As little as you might think, they were all grade-4 and above, and each of them trained and developed to the fullest extent of their abilities in the United Nations versus the terrorist division.

In other words, the UN vs. terrorist division talent varied in various levels, but in most countries, there were few outstanding talent of grade 5 or higher in the United Nations because they did not actively move the talent of grade 5 or higher for their own security.

Though they were originally low-level, they have risen to their present level in the process of understanding training, their abilities, and dealing with international terrorists.

Not only were they highly capable, they were experienced in combat, they were knowledgeable about terrorism, and they responded with a confident voice, not a forceful voice because they were just soldiers.

"Don't slow down. If we give them any room, we can kill the hostages, and in the worst case scenario, we need to deal with them as quickly as possible, even rough ones. This is the most difficult operation you've ever had. Be careful."

While it is natural to deal with terrorists with minimal damage to hostages when they are held, the hijacked terrorists can detonate bombs at their worst, so ordinary passengers may be injured, but they have to be harsh.

"Captain, I hear the hijacked terrorist's blacksmith is completely out of whack."

At that time, a slightly pale black man with a reggae head opened his mouth touching his pistol.

A blacksmith nods and responds to him.

"That's why this operation is dangerous. Lee and the terrorists' recorded conversations gave me a hunch that he's more dangerous than any terrorist I've ever dealt with."

To date, he has successfully solved numerous crises with his judgement and leadership prior to his psychometric abilities.

Being respected and trusted by all members of the team, the words "the most dangerous terrorist" by themselves made sense to me how crazy he was, and the atmosphere of the fire they just had solidified at once.

"The number of enemies is unknown, no one is capable of anything, and once inside, it's best to know the number and extent of their weapons, so don't be alarmed."

"Yes!"

While emphasizing the cautious movements of the team members, the pilot who was controlling the aircraft held out his head and opened his mouth.

"Five minutes to arrival!"

"Once the shuttle and the plane are close, Khaleen will use the teleport to infiltrate the cargo bay and check the perimeter. He's expecting a cargo bay for us to hide inside the plane, so we need to move carefully."

"It's simple."

A red-headed white woman called Carlin nodded lightly and replied that she needed to move between two moving planes to a teleport, even for a high-level teleporter power, and he continued to open his mouth.

"When you're safe, move them in order of Kant, I, Haas, Nessie and Murasah. It is difficult to breathe because of air pressure in the cargo compartment, so you need to move quickly."

A black man pointed to a man with a reggae head, himself, a heavily armed white man with a heavy powersuit, a mixed woman with a sharp impression, and a Japanese man who had been silently inspecting his weapon until now.

A man of Reggae's head, Kant, has developed a mind control ability to illustrate and imply to others, and it is absolutely necessary before he or she can stun and act normally even if he or she is caught by terrorists.

Haas is not a skilled person, but is more capable of operating power suits than anyone else, and is the most useful combatant in a firefight due to his massive figure, and Nessie is able to move freely through narrow spaces that can fit children like snakes and ambush them in unexpected directions.

Murasah is a body strengthener from Japan, and if Haas is strong in a firefight, he is skilled in Civil War and melee combat in a narrow space.

Kalin is a teleporter, and the safety she has is one step ahead of high-level teleporter capabilities.

Concentration, teleporting, is not a exaggeration, even if it depends on the concentration of the competent person, but she does not lose concentration in the event of a gunshot, and she does not lose her cool when the blade flies in front of her eyes.

Their black-man, Bread, is a psycho-metre that reads their memories by touching the other person's body or objects as previously described, but is specialized in reading their surrounding thoughts by touching the floor or the ground to determine their enemy's location.

The only problem is that you can only know the existence of the mind, and there are no memories that you can touch the bottom to find out.

However, since it can distinguish between enemies, hostages and allies, it was just like a moving real-time radar.

With this unique feature and training to specialize in counterterrorism, Bred's team, among the United Nations vs. terrorist divisions around the world, within five fingers, was nervous, and he had no doubt that they would be able to get away with it, no matter what.

As time went on, five minutes went by, and they found a hijacked plane.

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"Huh?"

Unlike the rest of the group's slaves, Riellus' glances twitch, sitting comfortably in a chair, his eyes closed and he looks like he's sleeping.

"This sensation……."

She notices something, jumps up and heads to the waiting room.

"Huh? What's going on?"

When he was just contemplating playing a new game, whether he was tired (bored) of meaningless hostage negotiations, or whether he was enjoying the 007 bread game, Riellus suddenly approached the flight deck and looked down at his curiosity.

Riellus whispers something in close proximity to his ear to resolve his questions, and his expression hardens noticeably.

As soon as she finished whispering, his first words were,

"Call all the kids."

It was a gathering of slaves.

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Get off! Get off! Get down from there!!!!!

These cats are making more noise when I tell them to stop raising their chestnuts.

It's like people enjoy writing with extreme S tastes. That's why they're my readers.

For the record, Saladin's legacy is very strong, and when Jinwoo gets it, it becomes Across, equivalent to the United States, or just the bottom level of the organization.

What if Across is a fictional organization, and it doesn't describe all the power of the organization in the story, so you can't imagine it very well, and you use all the power of the United States, all the power you want, all the power you want, without anyone's consent?

And that's, "I am justice! Everything I do is for the greater good!" Though it takes a lot of personal thought, unlike other novel protagonists who want to use their power in the most just and fair way possible, "I'm a fucking asshole? Now you get it?" What if he admits he's a villain?

Once you have Saladin's legacy, your misdeeds will advance to world-class.

Just a little bit more about the future, and as soon as you get Saladin's legacy, you destroy a country.

It's not just a small country, it's a big one.

Hmm... I'm just killing all the animals and humans in one country, but I wonder if that's what the word for extinction looks like. I have several overseas markets...