Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

120. Welcome to the Jungle - 2

The vows that successfully eliminated the first objective immediately moved on to the second objective.

Fallen asleep commander with AK-47 in his arms.

We must not kill them. Must be captured alive.

There are several ways to disable an opponent.

A vow of silence made using the Night's Move to reach the target reached the commander's head.

Used to inject an Inner Force into the opposing Pokémon's body, a skill that can be used in Force 2.

Inner force in the vow, which escaped through the lower abdomen - heart - brain by force circulation method, penetrated the Bionic Barrier and into the subject's body.

The hidden force within the commander's body was startled by the emergence of new energy.

The Force is the source of all things, but is by itself not perfect. Force exists as well as humans and requires energy to operate.

The force is fed nutrients from biological energy.

The endangered Force awoke from a deep slumber and ran toward the intruder.

As the involuntary awakening of force from external stimuli, not by the intent of the physical owner, a voice leaked from the commander's mouth, "Chug, chug."

It was a symptom that occurred when the vow smoothly stepped on the intended step of 'stimulation - compulsory force awakening - activation’.

Seowon expressed his willingness to penetrate the force inside without taking his hand off the commander's crown.

Combine!

Inerfos, who received the will of the owner, charged at full speed towards the force that rushed towards him.

The amount of Innerforce that vow injected into the commander's body was only 10 percent of his force. However, the force with no will is just a lump of energy.

Inner Force in Seowon doesn't back down against a few times the force that attacks him.

A few moments later, the commander turns his eyes and bites the bubbles from his mouth.

No one can pull the commander's consciousness to the surface except for a vow.

The work that causes force collisions inside the body and causes the target to faint requires extremely delicate force handling techniques.

The amount of force in the vow and the vessel in the flesh were only stage two. However, his ability to handle the Force has surpassed the eighth level master.

The vows were so easy to complete that I could pour out my whole mind.

Seowon's eyes found the next target.

Comms.

We must defeat the comms and send everyone away.

The vows immediately felt a conflict.

‘These people's lives...? ’

There was no hesitation in purgatory. Because if you don't, you'll die.

In order to survive there, I had to look at all things dichotomy.

Black and white.

Enemies and allies.

Victory and defeat.

Life and death.

But where vows are now, there are 10 percent black, 10 percent white, and 80 percent gray areas.

The people in front of the world who fell asleep were 80 percent.

A moment of conflict, Seowon shook his head to clear the temptation of his heart. If they are not eliminated, his companion dies. It is better to kidnap innocent people and send those who persecute them to the underworld than to lose another colleague.

The right hand of the vow that made the decision of the heart reached the head of the communicator, just like before.

The moment I raised the Inner Force in my body with my hand on the third target's head, the vow felt wrong.

It was a coincidence that no one else in the world could control it. But now that he's activated Innerforce to inject the force externally, he's stuck.

One second felt like an hour.

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As soon as the vows depart, Carl Town instructs the group to advance in order to support him at a closer distance.

With the sound of the grass touching, the three piles of bushes began to shake.

Carl Towns, who thinks he's close enough, puts the telescope in his eyes.

The fire that the FARC party has set on fire makes your vows seem to be swarming.

“Ciibal.”

A small swearing speech pops out of Carl Town's mouth as he looks at the vows moving toward the target without a sound.

I always felt that he was not an ordinary man when I came here. But looking at me from a distance, I could feel the skin of that Asian man.

Even a person who has been in combat with Special Forces every day gets a quicker heartbeat and stiffer when the assassination target is in sight. However, I could not find any tension in the appearance of Seowon.

As I approached my goal, I felt as relaxed as a soldier in front of the regiment, going to buy cigarettes for PX.

The time it took for a vow to reach its first target to carry out an assassination was so short that it could not be measured.

If I had not seen the vow put a dagger in the target's chest, I would have mistaken the person who was leaning on a tree to sleep comfortably on the floor.

Killing a person with your bare hands is not as simple as it appears in a movie. Because a man's life is tougher than he thinks.

Unless the brain is crushed at once, the human body designed to sustain life does not easily stop functioning, unless the heart rate stops.

The most common cause of death in a battlefield where bullets rain is shock from excessive bleeding. Just because you've been shot doesn't mean you can't catch your breath at once.

It gives me goosebumps all over Carl Town as his life disappears so easily.

Carl Town looks at the face of the vow through the telescope as he turns his back on the vow that dealt with the first target.

“Phew... ”

A short sigh of relief came out.

Fortunately, the Asian man's expression is not bright.

It was evidence that ethical consciousness as a human being was working.

An Asian approaching the second target raises a hand to the target's head.

In less than five seconds, the target's head drops helplessly to the side.

Carl Town opened his eyes and took great pains to examine the target's face.

“What the……? ”

I didn't take my life this time, judging by the bubbles coming out of my mouth. But that made Carl Town even more terrified.

How is it possible to knock him unconscious without causing any damage? I heard there are mysterious arts in the East that are unknown to the West. Did they use them?

Arrogant thoughts have plagued Cal Town's mind.

The Asian man who handled the second goal stands out in front of the third and thinks of something and shakes his head.

At that time, Carl Town's eyes caught a FARC soldier leaning up from behind the Asians.

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The FARC soldier had a conflict in the sleeping bag.

The intense temptation to continue sleeping and the physiological desire to process urine full of the lower abdomen plagued him.

After a brief conflict, he rises to his feet.

I sleep a little less, but if I urinate in my sleeping bag, I get teased by my colleagues forever. In the world of men, punishment is worse than death.

After raising his torso, he opened his eyes, yawning and closing.

A strange scene appeared in his vision.

It was a stranger touching his colleague's head.

Boobs on the ground! I ran like crazy as I fell.

You try to scream, but you don't hear a sound coming from your throat after hours of sleep.

The hand that reached out toward the AK-47 on the side of your head trembles less.

Shit! Shit! Oh, shit.

The number of surprise attacks on others was countless, but it was the first time I was ambushed unarmed.

He puts the skull of the AK-47 on his shoulder.

However, it was not easy to aim because of my trembling hands.

His fingers loosen the safety net.

< click! >

I had to kill it all at once.

If we don't hit him, we're putting our people at risk.

However, a trembling hand prevents the target from being caught in the crosshairs.

He looks up at the target and tries to release his neck to wake up his colleagues in his voice.

He takes a quick breath to make a loud noise.

The moment your chest swells and your mouth opens, < Chin! > A spiky object stuck in his mouth with a voice.

He held it with both hands to get the stuff out of his mouth < gulp, gulp! > I made a sound.

* * *

Will it continue?

Will you take Inerforce?

There was a storm of conflict in the heart of the vow when I realized that there was a sober soldier.

It takes 2-3 seconds for the user to inject a force into the target's body. But on the battlefield, two to three seconds is as long as a coward.

If you put the M4 firing mode on automatic and fire at the person, it will be enough time to send more than ten people to heaven in two to three seconds.

But that did not bring back the Inerforce that caused it.

Reaping Inner Force out of his body is like forcing a car to go straight back through an external force.

By pulling the rolling wheel back and forth to advance, parts of the power transmission system, including the transmission machine, fail.

The same goes for Inner Force.

Rapidly retrieving the externally launched Inner Force causes it to collide with the Inner Force in the body.

The force that caused the collision explodes and destroys everything related to the force in the body.

The purgatory people called this a backdraft phenomenon. It's a terrible symptom that should never be avoided by a Force veteran.

Not only can the Force Road built into the body fail, but the limb can be paralyzed, and even turned white.

Those who were unable to use the force because of the backdraft asked their colleagues to take their own lives.

I never should have avoided backdraft.

The loss of force due to backdraft can be tolerated.

Inerfos, we can regroup. However, there is no way to recover from a broken force rod.

The firm vows continue to pour their forces on the opposing team, blindfolded.

Even if the gun was fired at him, even if the bullet was in his body, he had to finish the job now.

It is better to be shot and killed here than for the Force Lord to be destroyed.

My heart was pounding.

Fortunately, nothing happened like I expected.

Upon completion, the vows turn their heads back.

I noticed the body of a FARC soldier with a dagger in his mouth slowly sliding back.

The direction of the dagger reveals that his party did it.

FARC soldiers fall backwards < BANG! > I heard a voice.

The vow raises its hand to the enemy.

As soon as the handwriting drops, Carl Townes' group shows up as if they were ghosts, painting their faces with camouflage cream.

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