Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

The pilot, who grabbed the controls of the MI-17, chewed on his lips and focused the nerves on the headphones covering his ears.

“Please, please, please……. God, please don't just let me talk about my wallet!!! ”

With his hands together, he prayed that the words he had set out in advance from Seowon's mouth would not come out.

If the vow says' I lost my wallet ’, he is supposed to leave the operation area without looking back. It was a measure to keep the helicopter out of enemy hands, even if all the tactical teams were exterminated.

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

The vows spoke to one Esteban Martinez.

However, his voice was transmitted to thousands of people through a bug in his chest.

The pilot of MI-17 raised the engine output as soon as he heard the vows.

< Two, Two, Two!!!!! >

Esteban Martinez looked closely at his vows with a slight tilt of his head as the sound of the helicopter's rotor and engine thumped his ears.

Using that gap, Terry Cummings acts on a pre-prepared script.

“The International Red Cross is an organization created to care for injured people during wars. As you can see, we're not armed. We work in conflict zones around the world. We have no enemies and no allies. The only people we care about are the wounded. So make sure the prisoners are okay. ”

Surprisingly, as Terry Cummings opens his mouth, the noise of the helicopter subsides. But none of the FARC guerrillas noticed it.

Esteban Martinez waves. A guerrilla who was guarding his surroundings ran into the grass. To bring in the hostages.

After the conversation ended, the vows spoke to Terry Cummings.

“Get his attention so he doesn't think about anything else. ”

Terry Cummings handed Esteban Martinez the International Red Cross brochure prepared in advance.

He explained the purposes of the International Red Cross activities and why he was involved in the transfer of prisoners.

After a brief description of the organization, Terry Cummings praised Esteban Martinez for his humanitarian decision.

No one hates a well-founded compliment. Especially those who lived according to their survival instincts when they did not have proper formal education are more vulnerable to this stimulus.

Esteban Martinez, who was excited to see the FARC's talented Momo Hoy, was even more enlarged when white people praised his small actions.

Watching this, vows struck the crystal.

He said in Spanish, "You are the smartest FARC I have ever met.” I raised my thumb.

Esteban Martinez stared at his vows a moment ago, smiling with yellow teeth.

As the conversation spaces again, the helicopter's rotor grows again without anyone noticing.

People's hair was scattered by the wind.

It was Judith Anderson's turn.

Looking carefully at the atmosphere of Esteban Martinez and his escorts, she carefully steps forward, holding the microphone in front of her chest as she sees that the atmosphere has improved.

Seowon nods at her. It meant asking for time through an interview.

Esteban Martinez, who manages the hostages, was no stranger to white women. But Judith Anderson was the first beautiful woman to put on red hair and smell perfume.

“Nice to meet you, Esteban. ”

Esteban Martinez snorts without knowing it, in order to smell more of her perfume as she moves.

Judith Anderson approached Esteban Martinez, who was filled with soup, deliberately approaching her body. Judith Anderson's beady chest slightly grazed Esteban Martinez's forearm.

“I know you're in charge of managing FARC hostages. It's an honor to meet a great man. ”

The color pales on Esteban Martinez's face. In addition, the gaze of all the guerrillas escorting him was also focused on Judith Anderson.

Esteban Martinez was unconscious as the camera took a picture of himself, and the beautiful woman raised herself to her feet.

The user's suspicion of the target's identity disappears.

Esteban Martinez enjoyed this situation because he was an important person.

That's how Judith Anderson and Terry Cummings began to appear from afar, leaving Esteban Martinez's spirit out.

The dragon's camera begins to capture them.

The vows were silently written so that no one would notice the FARC guerrilla.

“The hostages have emerged. Fifteen confirmed. Same as the list.”

The doctor and nurse who were waiting silently in the back were busy.

* * *

“The hostages have emerged. Fifteen confirmed. Same as the list.”

As the voice of the vow was conveyed, the situation room set up in the basement of the Colombian Presidential Office exploded.

“Oh!!! ”

“God, please!!! ”

“Oh my……. ”

Located to the left of the Colombian president, the Secret Intelligence Director examined the expression of the only commanding officer who could give him an order.

Alvaro Uribe closes his eyes without saying anything. However, his hands were on the table and his fists were clenched.

Secret Intelligence Director trusts a message from his posture rather than words from a human mouth at a crucial moment. Voices and expressions can be changed consciously. However, posturing is hard to tell without professional training and conscious effort.

At this moment, I felt a sense of nervousness that I cannot hide from Alvaro Uribe's movements.

The Director thought as he looked at the President's fist.

I hope that fist gets sweaty. ’

In order not to fail this time, all information flowing through the operational stages has been blocked.

Information security was perfect, and so far nothing has gone wrong.

The reaction of FARC encountered at the site did not deviate from expectations. Moreover, the safety of the prisoners has been confirmed.

Everything was fine. However, he knew that the mind of the person who needed the most success of the operation was not.

At this moment, what Alvaro Uribe wants most is to succeed in rescuing the hostages, but Ingrid Bethancur is not coming back.

Now, what you should be aware of is the unexpected upheaval.

Enemy bursts are constant. However, the sudden behavior of allies is variable.

A few days ago, I remembered what the Asian mercenary told him at the meeting of the operation.

“Another word of power is responsibility. How long are you going to be dragged around even though you have enough power? All you've done so far is run away to take no responsibility. ”

A politician of great power, the Secret Information Director, had no excuse for the words of a mere 30-year-old mercenary. But at this moment, he decided to take responsibility. I decided to control the variables myself.

“The color of Ingrid Bethancur is good. Healthy without pain. ”

As the voice of the vow was conveyed again, President Alvaro Uribe was staring straight ahead with his bloodshot eyes.

Secret Intelligence Director put his mouth close to his ear.

“Reporters are gathering in the President's Briefing Room to get an update. Why don't you go live to the press conference? ”

Live press conference in the middle of an operation?

Alvaro Uribe's mind was busy calculating whether the press conference would benefit or not.

To be precise, the press conference overthrew the operation to fail Ingrid Bethancur's rescue operation, or to determine which one of watching it as it is would help his political life.

After the calculation, he stood up and said.

“Let's have an urgent press conference. Broadcast live.”

The secretary, who received the president's order, shook his head in shock.

“Not a good idea! ”

But once the order is given, he must follow it.

As the ministers marched out for the president, the Secret Information Director put his wrist close to his lips.

“He took the bait. ”

* * *

While doctors and nurses were checking on the health of the hostages, Judith Anderson continued to ignore Esteban Martinez in her interviews.

However, the human sense of smell is the fastest feeling of fatigue in all body senses.

Esteban Martinez's nose, exhausted by the smell of perfume, could no longer smell Judith Anderson's perfume.

I couldn't feel her chest, which had been slightly grazed by her elbows anymore.

When the excitement subsided, reason returned to its place.

When she realized this, she reached out to Judith Anderson and grabbed her! I pushed him away.

“Tsk!”

Surprised Judith Anderson screams unknowingly.

Seowon yelled at her.

“What are you doing? Can't you see people are busy working? Are you just going to indulge your appetite? ”

Judith Anderson, fallen to the ground, jumps up and tries to scream at the vows. But the dragon's broad back stands in front of her.

Without an immediate reaction, the mind that had left his head quickly recovered.

When she found the dragon blocking her way, she realized that her vows meant something to her.

Even in the urgent Sierra Leone, the vows never touched her body, and they never shouted aloud. I thought there must be a reason why that vow suddenly shouted.

Judith Anderson looked around.

Doctors and nurses were distracted by the hostages, and Ener Valencia and Elena Anaya, disguised as guerrillas sent by Momo Hohoi, were talking to the insurgents and distracting their minds.

She was loyal to her role. A vow cannot be known.

Judith Anderson bows her head instead of facing a vow.

She mutters in a crying voice.

“I'm... I'm sorry. ”

The back of the dragon that was blocking the front was moved to the side.

It meant her reaction was appropriate.

The vow said with an unfair expression.

“How much do you have to do now? They're busy on their way, so don't waste any more time with interviews! ”

A vow was translated through Terry Cummings and communicated to Esteban Martinez.

Esteban Martinez did not feel good because he felt that Judith Anderson, a kind and gentle person, was suffering from a vow.

He shouts at his colleagues, instead of shouting at an unspoken vow. It was easier to scold your colleague than to say anything to a foreigner who couldn't communicate properly.

“How long will I keep you waiting for the helicopter! Do it now! ”

Previously, FARC guerrillas were slowing down.

Attempts to use Judith Anderson to board an enemy helicopter were successful.

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