Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

“Is this a realistic operation? ”

Colombian President Alvaro Uribe has just opened his eyes to the Secret Intelligence Director, who has just finished reporting on the operation.

It was sharp enough for a normal person to pee. However, the Secret Information Director, who was firmly in place during the three presidential changes, nodded without any embarrassment.

“After reviewing all the variables, we found that there is a 60 percent probability of success or more. ”

Alvaro Uribe was impressed with his arms folded.

“60 percent……. ”

Secret Intelligence Director looked at the thick wrinkles on Alvaro Uribe's forehead and read his mind, whether it was burning black or black.

"Excessive greed calls for anger. It's the only way to help a president who doesn't have the support of his people. So think about it and judge, greedy man. ’

By the middle of the government, Alvaro Uribe managed to successfully run a government that was supported by more than 50 percent of its citizens. However, the false desire for courtship in the unified president pushed him into a ditch where he could not escape.

Alvaro Uribe has made extensive bribes to members of Parliament to amend the statute that allows him to challenge the re-election.

This was revealed by the Colombian law enforcement agency that the congressmen who took bribes were shackled.

In the press, public opinion was immediately overwhelmed, and protests that insisted that citizens should vote on the presidential status took place on consecutive days. until an Engwithan Knight decorated the front page of the newspaper.

From the point of view of Alvaro Uribe, who was on the edge of the cliff, Vetancur was a dramatic prospect that had exploded during a profound period.

Using this case well, Alvaro Uribe hoped to turn his political disadvantage upside down in no time.

Alvaro Uribe snaps his fingers at the Director of Secret Information.

“Explain the plan in more detail. ”

The Secret Information Director pointed to the map on the wall.

"We got FARC's code and radio and intercepted it for three days. The prisoners have now been identified as being housed in four areas labeled A, B, C and D. ”

“It's yours? Didn't you say there were three locations on the mission the other day? ”

“It was the claim of Blackwater, which was collected through an American spy satellite. Right now, it's hard to tell if they're wrong or if the FARC moved the prisoners after the abort. ”

Secret Intelligence Director used a smooth expression to avoid spoiling the atmosphere.

He omits the words, "If the bastards you brought had gone on the mission as they wanted, you wouldn't be here right now."

Otherwise, both intelligence agencies and those serving in the military did not appreciate the introduction of Blackwater to Colombia in a high-profile situation in the United States.

Alvaro Uribe, who studied at Harvard University in the United States, however, brought them inside Colombia in a panic that the U.S. government and Blackwater had nothing to do with it.

Colombia is an independent country, despite the pressure of the United States. This internal situation existed when the operation was stopped without being so easily resisted.

Secret Intelligence Director continued to explain.

"The Secret Service is currently using large numbers of personnel and equipment to intercept FARC radio communications. We have a plan to intercept their communications halfway around the world so they don't reach their destination. ”

“What are you trying to hijack?"

Secret Intelligence Director barely swallowed the blasphemy.

This is why people with no military experience should not be placed in charge. Each person who has no military knowledge should be briefed on one to ten of their secret military operations.

“We have a plan to intercept their message and then deliver the wrong message. ”

“Wrong message? ”

“Yes. I plan on bringing the four scattered prisoners together. ”

Alvaro Uribe stared blankly at the Information Commissioner's face.

“Is that possible? ”

“It's possible."

“Then I'll do it already!!! ”

The Alvaro Urban Desk I jumped up and down.

Secret Intelligence Director looked at the President's face without changing a single face.

He sent a look at something that said, 'Before we made this plan, you urgently brought in American mercenaries.'

Alvaro Uribe, who had read the Intelligence Director's intentions, sat down on the road.

After some time, the president's excitement subsided, the Director of Secret Information said.

“But there are prerequisites for this plan. ”

“What's that? ”

“Although FARC operates as a viscous organization, there are control towers that issue communications and commands. Before we get into information tampering, we have to destroy the control tower. ”

“Where is it? ”

“I'm in Honduras. ”

“Honduras?”

“Yes, we even got information that there is Raul Reyes, leader of FARC, in Honduras. ”

The word Honduras darkened Alvaro Uribe's face.

It was because there was no practical way to get the Colombian regular troops across the border.

We need to cross four borders to send ground troops to Honduras by road.

The Director of Information, who read the sudden heart of Alvaro Uribe, said.

“You don't have to worry about Raul Reyes. The Intelligence Agency has already completed the selection of mercenary strikers. ”

“Another mercenary? ”

“Yes, this is Hart International, a British SAS crew. It's smaller than Blackwater, but it's the best mercenary group of elites. As soon as your ashes fall, they will begin to act. ”

Alvaro Uribe, who heard the name of a mercenary company other than Blackwater, bit his lip.

This is because the commissions you receive from Blackwater will be blown into thin air.

He said with a firm expression.

“Should I notify Blackwater of the termination of my contract? Then how much do I owe you? ”

Secret Intelligence Director looks out the window as if it had nothing to do with him. But in his head, he laughed at the wrong choice.

‘You brought them here under duress, so you can pay them back with your spare. ’

* * *

“…… four people are asleep in cama (bed) ……. ”

“…… what is the status of mesa? ……. ”

“…… mesa's legs are all attached……. ”

According to the code card that the vows received, the communication was to let the prisoners know that they were safe.

Secret Service agents swept their chests at what was caught between jobs and noise.

When Ernan Dominguez slit his throat with his bare hands, the vows ended the conversation, reproducing what he had learned from the FARC communicator.

The thunder-like cheer greets him as he takes off his sweaty headset.

“Yippee!!! ”

“Finalmente encontramos la correcta! ”

“Eres el Mejor!!! ”

In a burst of cheer, Seowon bowed to the people with an exaggerated gesture like that of a fighter.

I was quite satisfied.

I felt rewarded for my struggle with Spanish over the past few days. However, it was close to falling physically apart from the mental satisfaction.

No matter how desperate a vow of force management was, imitating the movements of another person's vocal chords was a lot of work. Moreover, he had to mimic the patterns and pronunciations of the words used by the communicators as he reduced his sleep at night.

It was a simple military communication consisting of short phrases and nouns, and if it was a typical Spanish telephone call, he would have given it up a long time ago.

John Ackins approached as he lay on the couch, dragging his tired body.

“Thanks to you, I've been able to determine the whereabouts and condition of the prisoners. It's a huge achievement."

He smiled instead of answering.

“Now all I have to do is catch Raul Reyes.... ”

My head aches with the complicated task of infiltrating troops with the permission of the Honduran government. In addition, you must complete the contract with the Colombian government before sending a strike party, and you must also sign the contract with Heart International. Moreover, we need to confirm the details step by step before signing the contract.

Seowon shakes his head and blows away all the complicated thoughts that come to his head.

Diplomatic and administrative missions are none of his business. What he wants is not a dark room like this, but a battlefield where bullets fly.

John Ackins stepped off after tapping the shoulder of the vow.

It was his turn to take his place in the vows.

* * *

As he walks toward the meeting place, John Achins looks back at his slightly crooked, scarred right arm.

Despite months of treatment, his arm was incurable due to continued torture.

Every time he looks at his charred arm, he remembers something terrible in Mexico.

They gave up their ransom in search of their kidnapped daughter, but they even did what they did to the person who took the money.

Hell of a day I'd rather die.

When they threw her body in the cell, they crashed their heads into the wall to end their lives on their own.

While I was waiting for the day of my death, the man who appeared in the dark saved my life.

When her body was scattered in the air under the blue sky that she would never see again....

The passion for the life that had been turned off burned up.

I will find the men who killed my daughter and I will punish them all!

Guzman Sedena, Osiel Giyen, and Eriberto Lascano will never die so smoothly!

I will pluck out my eyes alive, cut off my arms, burn my genitals and starve to death!

The vows didn't try to understand his feelings. There was no consolation.

John Ackins liked the position of a vow of silence, rather than a vague understanding. I didn't ask for anything.

Instead, vows exercised intense stamina at the gym that made it hard to think of anything before John Achins' body recovered. And I brought him this far.

John Ackins decided, once again, when he was rescued from a vow in Mexico and burned the will of life.

‘Even if this is Hitler's second coming, I will defend him! Even in the midst of hell, his path will lead me in laughter! ’

John Ackins taps his left chest and opens the visit.

Inside the room there was recently one of the most sought-after mercenaries in the mercenary industry: Westberry and the real George Sim, moving hearts.

John Ackins said as soon as he sat down.

“I'm not a mercenary of the Heart. I'm here on behalf of Sir Jung. Before entering into a formal contract negotiation, show the contract with the Colombian government. ”

George Simms, who looked back at John Ackins, pulled the contract out of the briefcase without saying a word.

John Ackins, who had handed over a thick contract, immediately found a numbered page.

“You signed a contract for 50 million dollars. ”

John Achins said that Westbury and George Simms had no reaction.

“If you want to retain Sir Jung as a mercenary of the Heart in the future, you must show the wrong contract under the table, not under these nominal contracts. ”

It was a calm voice.

John Ackins' voice excluded emotion.

George Sims looked John Achins in the eye and thought he was a reptile with cold blood.

* * *