Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

Operations teams were split into two helicopters.

The first plane was boarded by Terry Cummings and Elena Anaya, representatives of Jungwon, the International Red Cross.

The second plane was boarded by doctors and nurses, including Judith Anderson, dragons, and Energ Valencia.

Seowon looked at Elena Anaya, who was glued to the window of the helicopter without breaking her face.

Despite the considerable vibrations felt from the gas, she was mesmerized by something and looked out at the landscape.

I didn't know if what she was looking at was where her son was, John Ackins, or a simple landscape.

As a team leader, he certainly helped out what he could. That's it. I didn't want to interfere in her life anymore. It can be uncomfortable for each other to dip their feet deep into the lives of others like Korea.

As the helicopter begins its full flight, Elena takes her face off the window. And I looked at the vows.

When Elena tries to say something, the vows quickly begin.

“Be grateful to John. I didn't do anything. ”

Elena nods and mutters, although she doesn't fully understand the English in her vows.

“John……. ”

The headset worn by vows heard Hernan Dominguez's radio.

“Final inspection of agreement with FARC prior to arrival in the operational area. First, light a campfire to designate a helicopter landing site. Second, you communicate at a predetermined frequency. Third, all hostages wear white T-shirts. ”

“Number one, confirmed. ”

As the vows spoke, I heard the voice of the dragon shortly after.

“Two, confirmed. ”

Seowon finally checked the readiness of the people on the first flight.

You heard the pilot's radio announcement of our imminent arrival.

“Five minutes to arrival! ”

* * *

Two MI-17 helicopters flew low over the densely forested Apharris River.

The helicopter's destination is campfire smoke.

Seowon quickly searches the hostage list against the wall of the helicopter.

A total of 15 Colombians, led by Ingrid Bethancur, including the United States, France and Venezuela.

He remembers the face of the hostage one by one, constantly reminding himself of how the operation would unfold.

“One minute to arrival! ”

The helicopter slowed down.

“I don't see people in white t-shirts at the point of their descent! ”

According to the prior agreement, all hostages are required to wear white T-shirts.

The pilot reports that there are no hostages, and the vows rush toward the cockpit.

Seowon's eyes quickly examined the scheduled landing point.

The pilot's report is correct.

There were about five or six armed men on the scene. However, not a single person was seen dressed in white.

Despite my prior promises, I will do as I please, a very guerrilla choice not to be drawn to your pace.

There was a huge radio spill on the scene that was not as expected.

Most of the radio was Ernan Dominguez.

When a person is embarrassed, there are two aspects.

More talk, less verbal.

Ernan Dominguez was the former.

People who have not experienced enough practice are often shown in front of a sudden situation.

The vows said.

“Everyone shut up and focus on the scene! ”

I lost the voice of the person who was stuck in my ear.

“I'll look at it from above and make my landing decision! ”

It was a vow of choice considering Colombia's position to rescue the hostages.

We can't go back empty-handed just because our enemies don't come out as promised.

Two slowing helicopters made a short detour, about 20 meters above the scheduled landing site.

Operations team members scoured the interior of the helicopter. However, the field of view was limited by the dense trees, and the information that could be obtained was extremely limited.

The check of the armed forces surrounding the campfire was complete.

Do we go back? Do you land? ’

In the event that no hostages were identified, vows were not easy to make on the landing decision.

If this situation is a FARC plot to hijack a helicopter, most team members will be captured or lost alive.

‘Will you ensure minimum safety? Will it be an adventure? ’

There must be a reasonable basis for making a decision.

That way, you can evaluate them after the operation.

If you make a decision simply by feeling, you cannot make progress through correction and security.

To establish the basis, the vows reached down with their eyes closed.

The Innerforce, which was lifted from the lower ship, follows his hand and is scattered to the ground on the fuselage of the helicopter.

Numerous responses of life were delivered to his body.

In less than 30 seconds, the brisket sweat started to flow.

I felt the strength in my jaw of my vow.

From insects smaller than nails to large beasts, countless lives announce their existence.

Seowon interpreted this information, filtered it, and sent the force to undiscovered areas.

The outcome that the vows want is not the presence of individual life, but a clustered life sign.

The eyes of the vow that had been closed opened.

There he is!

He stares at the jungle about 500 meters away from the campfire.

Seowon opened his mouth to look at the area.

“Operation as planned! ”

Opposition came through the radio. However, the vows, which could not tell us that there were prisoners, only silently listened to the radio of the contents that prevented the landing.

* * *

In the ambiguous situation, when the vow made its decision, the first plane tried to land first.

The helicopter's skid touches the ground and lowers its rear lamp.

Seowon left the team on board and went out first.

FARC guerrillas have been spotted.

They hold the AK-47 at chest height and stare at the vows. I was ready to get my ass kicked.

It was evidence that they did not believe in the International Red Cross yet.

The vow slowly walks towards the guerrillas.

Then the second plane landed.

Judith Anderson, who had the microphone, and the dragon with the camera, hurriedly followed behind the vows.

The vows sent a call to all team members to get off the helicopter.

The operation was entering the most dangerous phase.

* * *

Although the team leader is a vow, Terry Cummings is impersonating the International Red Cross. He moves side-by-side with his vows.

Terry Cummings took the lead over the others because of his SPU level 1 belief, but more than that, he was a fluent Spanish speaker close to the locals.

Terry Cummings said in a small voice:

“I can't even remember how long it's been since I've had such a nervous operation. ”

Seowon glances at Terry Cummings' side.

The number of beats per minute estimated to reach 90 to 100, slightly above the normal face.

Nervous, but never trembling.

It means I am prepared to perform optimally in this urgent situation.

Not everyone is elected to the SPU of Heart.

Seowon nodded and said.

“There won't be an army commander among them. So let's focus on getting the commander out as scripted. ”

Seowon and Terry Cummings reached the FARC guerrilla front.

A pistol from an AK-47 aimed at two people's breasts.

Terry Cummings, who is pressing his chest against the AK-47, speaks Spanish without a care.

“I'd like to speak with your commander. ”

The guerrillas shake their heads with a puffy look.

A guerrilla points his finger at the helicopter and makes a move to block his back.

An experienced vow of communication with locals in the Middle East and Africa recognized the meaning of gestures.

“The helicopter's so loud, I can't hear you. ”

Terry Cummings opens his mouth to raise his voice. But knowing Terry Cummings' intentions, a vow told him not to touch his back before he opened his mouth.

Accepting what they want in the language of the enemy increases their chances of being dragged throughout the negotiation.

The vows did not intend to accommodate all that the enemies wanted. He chose body language.

The vows pointed to his watch with his fingers.

It meant that time was running out.

The guerrillas don't make any decisions by looking at each other's faces.

As expected, there were no commanders among the guerrillas in sight.

Seowon's gaze was toward the grass 10 meters behind the guerrilla.

He gestures to point his hand at the grass.

Judith Anderson, standing behind the vow, waited silently.

She focuses on keeping the microphone in her hand and not forgetting anything about what's happening in front of her eyes. But the tension makes my stomach flutter and makes me feel nauseous.

She looks at the dragon holding the camera right next to her.

The dragon with its camera on its shoulder and its face on the viewfinder looked almost the same as usual. I didn't feel any fluctuations.

After completing all the Sierra Leone missions, she quickly wrote a number in the palm of his hand.

“When things get sorted out, call this number. ”

He stares at her without saying anything.

“Okay? Make sure you call me! ”

“We belong to a different world. ”

“Give him the dog. I don't care about that. ”

Judith Anderson had to make sure that the emotions that covered her breasts were blooming on the battlefield or love.

He looks into her eyes with a smiling face and puts his hands on her shoulder.

“We will meet again. ”

He didn't call her.

When Judith Anderson saw the ice-cold shape of the dragon, he seemed to know the meaning of the word 'belonging in a different world’.

The man holding the camera next to her was a killing machine ready to run straight into the enemy's camp and snap its head off.

Zec! Zec! >

It was a strange experience.

The sound of the helicopter's rotor shatters your eardrums, and you hear the movement of the grass in front of you. Judith Anderson took a step forward with the dragon.

The one who came out of the bush was Esteban Martinez, who was responsible for the hostages' total responsibility.

Like all guerrillas, he carries an AK-47, slowly walking this way.

One difference was the direction of his gun.

His AK-47 was facing the ground.

Terry Cummings leaves after Esteban Martinez leaves.

“Esteban?”

The other nods and Terry Cummings introduces himself.

“I'm from the International Red Cross. ”

Esteban Martinez looks at the group and looks up at the helicopter.

He points his finger at Terry Cummings and shouts.

“You!”

Along with Judith Anderson, the doctors and nurses who were waiting in the back, Ener Valencia and Elena Anaya, disguised as FARC guerrillas, seemed to be breathing.

“You kept your promise. Can we go see Momo Hoi now? ”

Terry Cummings nods with confidence.

Seowon said in English.

“We need to make sure the hostages are healthy before we take you to Momo Hoyt. ”

Esteban Martinez's expression changed when a person who appeared to be Colombian spoke fluent English.

He tilted his head and looked carefully at the vows.

Everyone who knew the disguise of the vows died.

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