Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

Miguel Dos Santos, a skilled Colombian Secret Service agent who woke up to a phone call, left home at dawn.

When I arrived at the office, I was suffering from urgent requests from various government departments including diplomacy, economics, military and resources.

Research materials, request contact points, understand market conditions…….

The details were different. But they all had something in common.

Emergency request, United States.

It was all a United States request.

Miguel Dos Santos, who left Gene for urgent cooperation pushed into the intelligence agency from dawn, felt something was happening to his department.

He realized that this was not a direct pressure through existing power, but a refined form of indirect request.

He went to the Director of Information and told him about the situation in the department.

The Director made a few calls, figuring out the situation, and then said:

“I've moved every division in America, and it looks like there's a giant movement from there. We need to figure out what he wants. If you act rashly, you could get hurt. Wait a minute. ”

Miguel waits as directed.

As the Director of Information said, the work that increased gradually sank over time.

But two hours later, all of a sudden, the U.S. White House is reviewing additional tariffs on Colombian agricultural products.

Economic ministries in Colombia, including secret intelligence agencies, panicked.

They had to run everywhere to find out if the news was true. However, the origin of the information could not be ascertained, and the authenticity was also unknown.

The Colombian Secret Service investigated additional customs charges for Colombian agricultural products over five hours and concluded that it was a simple rumor.

Miguel Dos Santos, who waged a war with an unidentified rumor, has detected a sophisticated intelligence manipulator behind the incident.

He showed off his network by moving all government ministries related to the United States and then demonstrated his capabilities with a nuclear bomb class rumor.

He picks up a meal and waits for the opposing team to show up. But there was no contact.

The phone call he had been waiting for when he came home from work with his body turned into a pakimchi and lay down on the bed.

The CIA was the one who called him.

The opponent, who knows all about his personal life, asks for his full cooperation in what will happen the next day.

There was no way to say no.

If he refuses, news of his mistress and bribe will cover the front page of the daily newspaper the next day.

The price was sweet. The next Director of Secret Information.

Miguel Dos Santos had no choice but to accept the CIA's offer.

The next day, he accommodated the needs of a man in the middle of the Colombian jungle with a little theater as the CIA wanted.

* * *

A helicopter arrives in the jungle to pick them up in less than three hours after the call with Miguel Dos Santos.

The last time the vows boarded the helicopter, the man with the dark eyebrows reached out his hand.

“Miguel.”

Seowon notices that this person is his contact.

He introduced people by code name without revealing his real name.

“Rattlesnake. This is the Dragon. And this is.... ”

The gaze on the vows looked at John Ackins.

“This is the Master. All plans should be discussed with the Master in the future. ”

The transport helicopter with the party heads for Bogotá, not Blackwater's camp.

* * *

A middle-aged beauty, who put a pomade on her short hair, shouted on the phone.

“What happened!!! ”

“Apologies. The Colombian government has suddenly stopped all operations. We can't understand why here. ”

Eric Prince, who has lost his cool routine, yells at the phone.

“Find out what's going on! ”

The more powerful a country is dominated by one person than systemic decision-making, the more frequent the outbreak will be. But Colombia, like some Asian or African countries, is not one of those countries that is operated by dictators.

The security is so messy that you have to avoid traffic outside your house at night, you can easily find drugs on the street, and even if there is a police and gang shootout in the middle of the city, Colombia is elected president and the country is run in a democratic way.

The United States doesn't just fall prey to Colombia.

Erik Prince, the head of Blackwater, has mobilized all ties of the U.S. Republicans to conduct business related to Colombia.

Colombia was a very attractive destination for mercenary companies.

A U.S.-based regime, a vast oil and rebel presence.

If I could stick a straw in Colombia, like their coffee, I would be able to suck out the rich, salty stock for a very long time.

Things were very good.

President Uri Bee, who wanted to be elected, was caught bribing members of Parliament to amend the presidential election law, and was in a real crisis. He wanted a dramatic phase shift.

FARC won the day. The number of foreigners being abducted was increasing every day. The U.S. and French governments wanted FARC eradicated.

Colombians did not trust both the regime and the rebels. They wanted this chaos to end quickly.

Everyone wanted the birth of a dramatic hero.

With their support through a massive lobby for the Uribe regime, Eric Prince targeted FARC, the main perpetrator of Colombia's confusion.

After an overwhelming force to wipe out FARC and gain the support of the people, he planned to set up a friendly reputation as a security guard for the refinery and as a security guard for Colombia. It will be a veterinary contract, not a competitive tender, like Afghanistan or Iraq.

With the will of President Uribe, we have the perfect plan to eliminate Ingrid Bethancur, the next mayor, during the rescue operation.

However, all these plans were stopped in one day.

With the birth of a golden goose in sight, situation control suddenly got out of hand.

Eric Prince stands up and bites his fingernails, smoking heavily.

About 10 minutes later, a phone call came for him.

“Who's behind this? ”

“There seems to be about twenty simultaneous movements, including Democratic Senator James Grant, Democratic State Representative Harry Reed, and Congressional Chairman Paul Ryan. ”

Eric Prince opens his mouth to fuck.

“I couldn't believe it, so I checked a few times. But it's true. We don't know who moved them and what they did. You can try if you want, but you can hurt us. ”

Angry at the ends of his head, Eric Prince throws an elongated fist into the air.

The fact that Colombian businesses were pushed from the middle of Washington to someone's power made his insides boil.

Eric Prince, who hates to lose to someone more than death, cannot accept defeat as it is.

He yelled at the phone.

“Prepare two Neuro Soldiers! ”

Eric Prince stands in front of a glass canvas decorating one side of the office.

He swoops south! I sharpened my teeth.

If I can't have it, I'll smash it to pieces!

* * *

The mercenaries who moved to the safe house of the Colombian Secret Service in Bogotá looked around with a dazed look on their faces.

The vows have been ordered.

“I'll stay here for a while, so everyone just relax. ”

The mercenaries who had suffered in the mud that had dipped into the heat and their ankles until just now ran to the refrigerator cheerfully.

The group gathers in a small room holding a bottle of beer handed to them by mercenaries.

The vow spoke to the dragon.

“We need a new deal. Get me Gary. ”

Until recently, if I was an equal mercenary, my vows were now an entirely benevolent gesture.

However, his appearance was not at all petrified, and the dragon who received the command acted as if it were natural.

As soon as the satellite call came through, vows came to me on the speakerphone.

“Well done, Gary. Excellent!”

“Hahaha!”

The vows were encouraged and said.

“Thanks to Gary's performance, things have changed 180 degrees here. Change of plans. Change of terms, right? ”

“Yes. Lord Westbury is flying into Colombia tomorrow. He seemed to be thinking of a big number. ”

“Get on a plane right now? He's a great man.”

“Isn't it natural to move when you smell money? At least we're not like the Americans who sit on soft couches and brag. ”

Seowon smiles, thinking of Eric Prince, who is running around right now.

Gary was rightly pointed out to be an arrogant American.

If Eric Prince had sweated together in the field, things wouldn't have changed so much with just a few phone calls.

“Amazing! How does a vow put a backbone where it goes? ”

“This time it's your ball, Gary. ”

In praise of the vows, Gary Jackson said in an excited voice.

“Thank you. Then how do you know him? ”

“Him? ”

“Kim. ”

“Kim?"

Seowon looked around.

There were only two dragons and John in the room that became soundproofed.

They have nothing to hide. Except for the infernal facts.

“Joon-won Kim. Straight. ”

His eyebrows twitched.

“What does he have to do with this? ”

Gary Jackson explained the influence of Joon-Won Kim and Harry Ralph.

Seowon's eyes were frozen.

“Is he that great? ”

“Oh my... You don't know anything. I'll tell you about this later. ”

Gary Jackson quit trying to explain Joon-won Kim.

This is because it is not enough to explain over an hour that he is not just a celebrity, but also the largest shareholder of Citibank and a billionaire with stakes in major companies around the world.

When Seowon remembered Joon-won Kim, he was captivated by the strange feeling of being a rival and a colleague.

John Ackins takes his place after a moment of reflection on his vows.

“Anyway, Gary, thanks to you, things were easy. All Blackwater operations have been suspended, and the Secret Service is using the information we collected, the encryption codes, and communications equipment to intercept FARC communications. ”

“Are you planning to intercept FARC communications, locate them, and then paint them? ”

“That's probably the plan right now. ”

“I don't like it. Isn't it a waste of manpower to do something so obvious with such good people? Besides, they run as clay, so a few hits won't get rid of them. ”

John Ackins stroked his bearded chin.

“I've been thinking about it, but there's nothing I can do. Maybe someone who can imitate someone else's voice.... ”

The vows suddenly left.

“Why do we need to imitate other people's voices? ”

“If you can replicate the voice of the communicator, you can hijack information in the middle. ”

John answered, and the vows demanded a detailed explanation.

“The biggest problem right now is that FARC is scattered. All the troops and hostages are scattered, so attacking them without warning could put the lives of the hostages at risk. If I can forge a voice, I can gather the hostages in one place, and then.... ”

The vows cut John's explanation in the middle.

“Save the hostages and feel free to wipe out FARC? ”

The dragon and John who heard his voice stare at the vow with surprised eyes, speechless.

“W-what? ”

“How did you do that? ”

Seowon's voice was the voice and sign of John Ackins, a strong Southern dialect.

He shrugged his shoulders.

“What are you surprised by this? ”

I heard screams on the phone.

It was because Gary Jackson's voice, whose Liverpool accent was hard to understand, came from the mouth of the vow.

The calm tones of Gary Jackson and John Ackins' voices had risen sharply.

The two of them had an understanding of each other using terms and numbers that were hard to understand.

It is not labor but play that makes perfect operations for well-supplied strategists.

John talks with Gary, smiling broadly at his vows.

“I need to sleep less for a few days. ”

“Why?”

“You don't speak Spanish. ”

A slow reminder of FARC's radio call in Spanish closed his eyes.

Language studies are not his area of expertise.

* * *