Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

It is convenient to meet someone with a cold heart against a negotiating table, but difficult at the same time.

It is convenient that there is no unnecessary pushing and pulling to clean things. However, when discussing terms and numbers, they come in calmly as they are now. There is no way to tolerate the opposing Pokémon's position.

If you meet someone like this when you're not ready, you can get hurt.

If Andrew Yates, who had been negotiating on behalf of his vows to date, had understood both sides of the mediation, John Ackins would have felt like he would have put a knife in his back if he could see the gap.

I was the first person to ask to see the contract.

The fist of George Sims was hard.

Westbury said.

“That might be a little tricky. It's a matter of mutual loyalty. But I can tell you the amount if you want. ”

John Achins' cold eyes reach Westbury.

“This business has been run by Sir Jung Jungwon from the beginning until now. You wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Sir Jung. But you're embarrassed to say that a contract is not enough except for the actual party, and you can't even show the contract. ”

Westbury lights the cigar without looking at John Ackins.

John Ackins is on his feet.

“Then do it. George Taylor and Sir Jungwon are returning to England right now. ”

So far, there have been hundreds of contracts between Westbury and George Simms.

The user's eyes distinguish between what the target is saying and what it isn't.

John Ackins gets up from his seat and walks to the entrance. George Sims looks at Westbury with an urgent look on his face.

‘Not bluffing! ’

Westbury nodded, feeling like he was going to get on a plane to England. If Jungwon falls now, the foundation of existence of this business will disappear.

George Sim got up from his seat and said,

“Wait!”

John Ackins' footsteps have stopped.

“Sir George Taylor has been contracted on this project. If we go back like this, we'll have to pay the penalty. I don't want that. ”

John Ackins replied without a single sway.

“As you can see from the contract, Sir Jung and George Taylor are independent contractors employed by temporary corporations between Blackwater and Hart International. However, when Blackwater stepped out mid-water, the statutory requirements were eliminated. As a result, both parties' contracts have been terminated. ”

George Sims' face turned pale.

For large projects, Hart International establishes and contracts temporary entities in tax shelters in the Caribbean to avoid high taxes in the UK. However, the project was derailed by Blackwater dropping out of the project.

John Ackins, who had pierced the blind spot of the contract, asked George Sims for an answer as to how he would react.

George Sims looks at his supervisor with no answer.

Westberry was also not capable of being sharp.

John Achins' cold voice echoes into the ears of two people who have lost their answers.

“The FARC's acquittal of England Bethancur cost France €20 million. The $15 million required for the U.S. hostage ransom, the $20 billion required for the Colombian government, etc. would all be included in the contract.

Since the project was a result of Sir vow, do not try to hit the price with the provision that you pay 20 percent of the total contract money to the person who attracted the business. And if we do, we're going straight to the airport. ”

After a vow, you shake the board to John Ackins.

* * *

< Beep beep!! Beep, beep!! >

A vow that fell asleep due to the loss of stamina with Inner Force suddenly opened my eyes to the sound of electronics.

My mouth was tingling.

He picks up the water bottle next to the bed and wrinkles his neck, finding the source of the sound.

< Beep beep!! Beep, beep!! >

The duffel bag in the closet makes a noise.

After pulling out the silver PDA from the duffel bag, he frowned at the impression and read the text.

1. Objective: Coordinate Blackwater Hostage Rescue Operations.

2. Sponsor: Eric Prince (CEO, Blackwater).

3. Period: March 14 - May 14, 2001. For two months.

4. Remuneration: $3 million.

5. This operation has been canceled by the sponsor. The remaining amount will be calculated by the number of working days to settle the next month, with the exception of the successful remuneration of contracts already paid.

“John did the right thing. ”

A vow that checked the PDA's message was lying on a road bed. But the beep raised him up again.

< Beep beep!! Beep, beep!! >

The message was not one.

Seowon printed a new message on the screen by pressing the screen.

1. Objective: Communication disruption and detained hostage rescue of FARC.

2. Sponsor: Columbia Department of Secret Information.

3. Period: from March 20, 2001 until the goal is achieved.

4. Remuneration: A total of $32 million, including successful remuneration (details are required).

$32 million?

Seowon blinked.

Did you get it wrong? Could it have been another zero by accident? However, in this public document, there can be no more zeroes after the numbers.

John's homerun on the first thrust.

The vows stopped when I asked John Ackins what was going on.

When the time comes, the details will be explained by him. Then you just have to listen.

More important than the amount of money, it was to replenish the Inner Force that ran out of sleep.

The vow with a faint smile closed his eyes.

Sandman sprinkles sand on Seowon's eyes.

* * *

The day after news that FARC leader Raul Reyes was located, George Sim dispatched five Level 1 members of Hart's SPU to the outskirts of Tegucigalpa, the capital of Honduras.

They looked closely at Raul Reyes' mansion, located alone, away from authorization and until further notice.

Who enters the mansion, how many soldiers are in the mansion, how many civilians, what happens to the armed situation, what happens to the security facilities…….

The five Level 1 crew members alternately slept and watched the mansion for almost 24 hours a week.

Former SAS operatives confirmed that Raul Reyes is staying with his family and that more than ten armed forces are guarding the mansion.

Two cameras at the front door and one at the back door for surveillance around the mansion. There were three in total.

With this level of facilities and troops, five Level 1 mercenaries were enough to be defeated. But George Sims needed a definite outcome with no variables.

He wanted to wipe out his enemies in as little time as possible.

To not even give time to communicate to FARC colleagues.

The day before the operation, ten mercenaries flew in from England.

Fifteen men who had finished preparing to capture the Colombian insurgents who were abducting foreigners at random moved quietly towards a house covered in darkness.

The lights of the mansion were extinguished as well.

A nighttime power outage has been in effect since yesterday, as is known by Honduras Power Corporation. Also, all cell phones have been disconnected.

When the fire went out, the rope caught over the wall, which was close to three meters.

The men wearing night goggles climbed over the wall with a light stroke.

A few moments later, gunfire, screaming and crying echoes through the night sky in Honduras.

Despite the gunfire and the commotion, the Honduran police have not been able to find a patrol car.

Within a radius of five kilometers, it was hard to find even stray dogs running around looking for food.

It was the power of black money used in the right place.

When the situation was resolved, radio transmissions were sent to an operations camp in the capital city of Honduras.

“Target is down. I repeat, target is down. All but five men, including children and women, died. ”

“Collect all communication equipment and related information and retreat. ”

Ten minutes later, five passenger cars stopped in front of the mansion.

Five figures, all sorts of mechanical equipment, and a bunch of paperwork covering their heads were transported to the passenger car.

* * *

“Target eliminated! ”

The group gathered in the conference room of the Secret Intelligence Agency was astonished by the breaking news from the Tegucigals.

After arriving shortly after photos and operational footage from the site, they were played through a large television set on the wall.

Westbury tucked his cigar between his fingers gave his eyes strength so that he wouldn't let any of the people look surprised.

His favorite subject is to impress those who admire the work of the Heart Mercenaries.

The movements of the Heart Mercenaries in the video were not glamorous. However, it was organized and efficient.

The members of the Colombian Ministry of Defense personnel and the Secret Service know that such basic movements are not as simple as they seem. I know how much practice it takes to refine a movement like that.

They focused on the green footage recorded by the infrared camera without breathing.

< Tartan! >

< Tatattan! >

The mercenaries' guns burst into flames just by flinching their right hands before the enemy's guns came up.

There was no hesitation in pulling the trigger, and the bullet fired was aimed right near the heart.

They searched the inside of the mansion with quick movements.

I saw a screaming woman and a crying child.

After searching the first floor, the troops advance to the second floor.

And in the third room on the second floor, they could see a naked man about to jump out the window.

There was a tattoo on the back of the man who opened the window naked, not wearing a thread, symbolizing lightning and a sword.

Someone yells.

“Raul Reyes!!! Goddamn it! Pull the trigger! ”

Raul Reyes dares to throw himself under the window as soon as he finds an enemy infiltrating the room.

As soon as Raul Reyes disappeared from sight, the mercenary spotted the Primary target, he hurriedly approached the window.

When he pulled his neck out of the window and looked out, Raul Reyes opened his eyes and lay on the ground with his neck snapped. Although it was only about seven to eight meters high, the unlucky one can break his neck even when he falls from this height.

The mercenary who discovered Raul Reyes took aim.

Bam! Bam! Bang! >

< Ta-ang!!! >

Three in the chest, one in the head.

A four-foot bullet hits Raul Reyes' body.

The mercenary who eliminated the Primary Target reported in an emotional voice.

“Just a moment ago, I eliminated a man thought to be Raul Reyes. ”

Cheers and applause rang out in the conference room of the Secret Intelligence Agency.

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