The World of Masks

Fabio's words pierce Nidelbad's heart.

Jealous? No way. Memories about her that did not precipitate in black and white even in the time he should have called them "spirits".

Her eyes, her nose, her mouth, her face, her hair, her skin, her smell, all of it!

I don't know how much I imagined. Hugging her, kissing her, holding her. And you're telling me she's inside a human you've never heard of?

His inexhaustible emotional line twitches. The heart and bone marrow sang of hatred at the same time. The raging blood vessels rage.

Nidelbad was truly surprised. The trigger was definitely Fabio's word. But the anger and hatred that flowed through his body was his.

This much.

I didn't know that such intense emotions were trembling in my body.

It conveys its emotions to the voices. You spit it out like a bullet.

Of course I'm jealous.

I wanted to give him all the pain and despair. I wanted to pluck out the eyes that saw her and take out the heart that held her.

And I thought, Natia is precious, but I don't care what happens to the man who holds her.

What are you going to do?

Nidelbad's voice changed. The hesitation vanished like snow. The only thing left is hatred for the West Passage.

Fabio said, satisfied.

"Women have always been the best at tearing people, especially men."

Fabio licks his lips. Lee Han-na, the lover of Seo Yu-hyun, remembered the existence.

According to the information, she is a perverted beauty. Did Seo Yu-hyun save you from getting raped by his men? The story has already spread worldwide through AMSS's propaganda.

"Let me see my parents' enemies."

At that moment, it was decided that Hannah and a superpower with a dark history would be sent to Korea again.

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Pussy!

A clear footprint is engraved with crushed sand on its feet. The sand protests and grabs the feet of a rude creature trampling on itself, but it does not hold its footsteps apart. It was all that could be done by the branches that covered the neurologically marked footprints again to break the shape.

Twenty-one members, including Charles, stand under a single rock mountain.

It could have been a big island. All around you, sand dunes lay like snakes crawling in heels. All I see are beetles that wander around the desert floor.

On the vast sand fields that would swallow the deep blue waters, the rocky mountains clearly announced its existence to the world. It was believable even if there was a myth that a giant from an ancient myth had fallen here and turned to stone.

Charles at the front rings a call. Only the moonlight and starlight shine around. If you are a flat person, you can barely wait for the dark surroundings. But it was enough for the superpowers to have this much light.

Boom! Boom!

The temperature of the desert had fallen even further. The sand froze and even the bastards hiding in it stopped moving. Maybe it's the mood. Even the wind in the desert that danced ferociously felt frightened for a moment.

The ice path made by some of the most senior superpowers will protect the superpowers in a place like a mine. Starting with Charles, the group begins to walk the frozen path of sand about five metres wide.

The sand shudders, screaming. I can't even hold an ankle together. They clung together, the sand quietly supporting the superpowers.

The group sets foot on a rock in just a few moments. Charles remembers the map in his head. I'm sure he has a bad head, but a map like this could be remembered for an hour or two. I started climbing the mountain again, leading the superpowers.

Of course, after Charles, superpowers who use the power of cold find their way. The frozen, frictionless rock continues to slide the group's feet. But it is better than flying feet and life into a blind mine. Above all, no matter how slippery the road was, resistance was nothing to those who were superpowers.

Charles raises his hand again.

The group following Charles takes a deep breath and bows. I looked straight ahead, shining only my eyes.

It's a cave. A faint light leaks out of the cave to see if electricity is coming in. But there's a high rock in front of it, so I can't see it anywhere else. It was a fantastic hideout.

At the entrance, two turbans were chatting amongst themselves with AKs. Looks like a sentry.

But not an exemplary sentry. You grin and grin at each other with your rifles and smile about what's so funny. If it weren't for the harsh sound of the desert wind, the sound of laughter would have been heard this way.

Two superpowers squat next to Charles. Charles points his finger at the sentry. The superpowers nod.

A psychic waves his hand lightly.

Whew!

The wind blows. It is a gentle breeze that will gently stroke the young sprouts in the spring, rather than the bitter breeze that surrounds the desert.

The winds surround the body in a frenzied twist, making its presence faint as if it had disappeared.

But there was. The wind sweeps through the cave entrance and its surroundings.

The psychic shoots out the wind, raising a finger to the left.

'Besides the sentry, there is one surveillance camera.'

Charles signs the GO to the two standing by.

At times like this, it's usually a silencer gun to kill the sentries. However, it was fine considering that there were very few marksmanship skills for those led by Charles. Even with guns, how many shots do I have to shoot them in this fierce desert wind?

But it didn't matter. They had something better and more certain than a gun.

They reach out to the sentry.

Shhh!

Suddenly, the wind changed. Some of the winds that were raging like mad bastards changed direction. The wind approaches the guards as you thrust yourself through the crowd. Sharper and more intimate!

Bam!

Surveillance cameras were destroyed first. The camera lens and its accessories fell off the ledge.

Scream! Scream!

And two cuts. At the same time

Fluffy, fluffy!

Two bodies collapsed. But the wind that took their lives was not on their side to the end. The wind continues to echo joyfully as if laughing at their deaths, erasing even the last sound they made.

Once the sentries are gone, Charles and his group speed up again. You swoop in where the sentry is. I carefully looked into the cave after removing the corpse that had been cut from the front of my neck a few times.

It was quiet inside.

It looks like a natural cave with a bumpy wall. A white lamp hangs from the ceiling and stretches long into the cave.

Charles treads carefully. The group follows Charles.

You can barely hear your feet thanks to the thick leather shoes. Superpowers with the power of the wind let the breeze out in a split second. A gentle breeze passes by, then comes back and tells them about the situation ahead.

It was the first fork in the road. Charles' expression is blurred. The map Eun-hee saved did not show the structure in this building.

'One of the sentries would have survived.'

But the bus has already passed, the ship has left. Finally, it was time to simply divide into two groups. Luck has come.

Two down! '

Two soldiers still unaware of the situation are prowling towards you. They don't seem to have figured it out yet. The broken path becomes a kind of concealment. On Charles' signal, the group adheres to the wall.

The poor victims walk in chattering without knowing their futures.

The moment they turn the corner, Charles moves like lightning.

Boom! Boom!

You quickly step back and slap them on the back of the water. It's like a movie. The two collapse unconsciously.

The other superpowers moved quietly. I took the two apart and opened the distance. I woke up and went straight into interrogation.

After several rounds of mixed fists and persuading blood to flow, they spit out information.

Over there! '

Charles glares at the location of Abdullah. Luckily, he's in the building. No more trouble. Fortunately, tomorrow's breakfast will be rewarding.

"Beware. If the information is correct, he may have us in his possession.

Ueron leans directly into Charles' head so he can't hear you.

'I know.'

In reply to Ueron, Charles ridicules Abdullah.

If Abdullah had God, he would become a heretic who they despised and hated so much. After saying that as a devout Muslim, you attack in the name of God, it is not even funny that you become the first person to die in the name of God.

'If so, then the enemy of God is me. Am I to be shunned from the enemy of that god?'

That's why I hate garbage that doesn't fit back and forth. Cultists are purer (although, of course, they don't seem to have anything in their heads.) Charles sees Abdullah as a scum who uses religion for power.

Regardless of Charles' views on Abdullah, the operation continues. The other side of the fork is a storeroom for weapons, etc. After splitting a few people up to secure them, Charles continued to move on.

I wonder how long it's been since I destroyed a tribe that discovered surveillance cameras and hunted down an enemy.

Ow! Ow!

At last, the Zit opens its doors. A sharp emergency siren greets them vigorously.

"That's far enough."

Charles opens his mouth. I have lost my reason to remain silent. His voice makes a much louder siren.

"I'm surprised we haven't been spotted since we got here with that level of security up."

Another superpower next to him says to Charles,

"You're a trainee."

No matter how good the equipment is, it is always the person who uses it. Abdullah's forces were unforgivable from the perspective of the superpowered.

"They use suicide bombers and guerrillas as their primary tactics. You can't expect regular army training."

"I'm talking about the current case. Honestly, if only someone had been watching the CCTV properly, they would have already been spotted at the entrance."

The effort to install many CCTVs in this rare mountain of rock is certainly commendable. But it's a waste of effort.

"We speed up anyway."

Before Charles' words are finished, the superpowers plunge to the ground. Now you don't have to be sneaky like a cockroach.

The user breaks through the passageway, triggering their own superpowers. It was the beginning of a real disaster for the terrorists.