Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

my name is Jung Seong-won

I have lived 51 years physically, but I think I have lived more than 100 years.

It's not crazy. Where bullets rain, everyone feels like me.

I was a soldier.

During joint training with the U.S. military, a 75-rangers executive looked at me.

He asked you to apply for Ranger Recruitment after your service as a Ranger, because he will help.

I didn't have much to worry about.

America's finest military force in the world.

The 75th Ranger Regiment, which is the head of the U.S. military, is a place that every man in the Special Forces would dream of.

I boarded a plane to the United States as soon as I finished my Ranger service.

To apply for the notorious Ranger Assessment and Selection Program.

It was more bearable than I thought.

It is because special forces in countries at war cannot be roughly operated. As people say, Korean Rangers are not a good place to be.

I couldn't have made it past the RSRP when I was spotted in the Rangers.

I've become the Ranger I've always wanted to be. But the satisfaction was not long.

because the 75th Ranger Regiment was not the best.

Special forces around the world are informally graded.

Rangers are in Seoul if the Rangers are in the army. There are, of course, Harvard and Oxford.

Here, Harvard is known as the Combat Appliance Group (CAG). The publicly available designation is Delta Force.

He who is addicted to victory is not satisfied with his place.

After crossing over to America, I wanted to be the best of the best.

Two years in the 75th Ranger Regiment were the preparation period for Delta Force.

HALO, HAHO, Precision Drop, Combat Diver, Special Ops Sniper Course, Arabic…….

Over the course of two years, I completed all the training I needed to complete as a Delta Force volunteer.

When I was ready, I confidently headed to North Carolina.

But what was waiting for me there was hell.

Navy seals are the hardest part of the U.S. Special Forces selection process.

But compared to Delta, the seal's course is only as twisted as a child's wrist.

Fortunately, I became Delta Force's operator with only 250 people in the world.

I still don't know how I got through that rough course.

Unlike the Rangers, which are swept away by massive firepower, Delta's operations were covert and sophisticated.

On an operation unfolding around the world, he carried out missions that were different from the usual special forces, including assassination, disturbance behind the scenes, black war, and information manipulation.

The more missions I completed, the stronger my position became, and the more I was called to the battlefield.

Over time, my code name, Rattlesnake, naturally became a pronoun for the solver to accomplish any task.

I won so much that no one could touch me in a thoroughly white-centered organization.

Around that time, Bibbo flew in from Korea.

I received a sudden divorce notice from my wife, who was married in the Ranger Regiment.

My wife, who was left in Korea alone because she couldn't live in a place where she couldn't speak.

She couldn't bear a five-year separation, she asked for a divorce.

I was unable to understand the details, but I finally raised my hands to my wife's last request.

A few years later, I stumbled upon the fact that her divorce request had persisted because of her unfaithfulness. Late betrayal messed my mind.

At that time, two AK-47s penetrated my knee. It caused me to limp.

It is a death sentence for field operators.

Special Operations Command wanted me to work on information/operations. But I left Delta Force. Eagles who soar through the air cannot endure their lives trapped in stuffy cages.

Ordinary veterans are usually given two choices:

A drunk pig, a security guard.

However, veterans from Special Forces or experienced veterans have one more option.

Taking a gun to make money.

A sandstorm in the desert summoned me again.

My job now is an independent contractor for a private military corporation.

I used to call this a mercenary.

Some people say, "Isn't it just a word that makes sense?" However, the actual role changed as times changed.

Mercenary is a ‘soldier’ who is hired to fight for money, and an Independent Contractor is a ‘bodyguard’ who takes money and protects safety.

Mercenaries fight, but Independent contractors defend. An Independent Clearer only counteracts when the target she protects is attacked.

I am a leader in the elite organization of Blackwater, one of the world's leading civilian military companies.

The most risky and cost-effective work I've ever been asked to do to the company means that I take care of it.

For 10 years, I've been pretty good at this, so I'm not rich, and I've got friends to share my life with.

But…….

Now I'm dying.

The feel of the floor touching my cheeks is catchy.

I feel like I'll be in pain all over my body.

I can't reach a finger. It's full of sand, but I can't spit it out.

It happened suddenly during the VIP convoy. However, I don't know what kind of English language this happened in.

I'm worried about the lives of the crew. Are the men left at the base all right?

I want to get up and look at the crew right now, but my body won't listen.

Your eyes are the only ones listening to me.

This terrible pain seems to have crushed everything from the neck to the spine.

< Chuckle, Chuckle! Choo-wook, choo-hoo! >

I hear a strange sound.

Whenever I hear a hiss, my whole body vibrates.

< Chuckle, Chuckle! Choo-wook, choo-hoo! >

This rhythm is definitely a person's footstep...

Unless the robot is made of a lump of iron and moving, it is impossible in my mind.

But it's definitely a human shoe that's caught in sight. Metallic shoes in SF movies.

I am more unpredictable about the latest weapons and military equipment than anyone else. But I've never seen such boots.

“Tsk, tsk, my arms and legs are completely shattered. Powdered from the cervical spine to the spine... ”

“Who told you to attack so harshly? ”

“I told you to wipe it all out. What do you care? I was just following orders. ”

“Even breathing hurts. Kill him now. We need to get our stuff back before they arrive. ”

Oh my…….

They did this to me. The perfect american english speakers are trying to kill me.

But why?

Why did you fight for America for me???

We need to find out what they are. But my body doesn't listen.

All I see are shoes.

When I whimpered with all my strength while feeding, I heard a eerie sound.

< Idiot!!! >

Anyone who has been in the battlefield should wake up as soon as they hear it.

The blue sky draws a white arc and you see objects flying towards it.

The moment I saw it, I felt it was over.

I never thought I'd experience a missile warhead like this…….

The vibrations and noise that shook the ground crushed my body.

I could only hear the beeping in my ears.

Soon the sound disappeared.

I don't want to die like this.

At least I want to know who they are and why I died.

Darkness approaches.

A new world has opened up.