Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

< Thud! >

Whenever there was a loud noise in the sky, the cars on the ground shook.

There was a fire in the front of the car, and a large caliber bullet pierced the window and made the driver's seat a mess.

Every time lightning strikes from the sky, there is more screaming, more groaning, and more crying for help.

Seowon praises Eric Chavez again for his marksmanship on the radio.

“Very good. Get a little more attention. And the rest of you, cover me! ”

The dragon, who received the vow radio, gave the command to take cover fire to the crew.

With a loud bang, the M4 gun bursts into flames.

Seowon carefully walked with the sound of his colleagues' gunshots as background music.

The bullet that was poured out to stop him from advancing just moments ago has significantly decreased in number.

Enemies are unable to stick their heads out to avoid spilling bullets.

Try to be as safe as you can while enemy fire a single strike.

Terrorists adhered to the basic principles of engagement.

The blazing fire was a good shield, and the car that was hit by the bullet provided a blind spot from the enemy's gaze.

A vow that lowered to the bottom of the car window prioritized detecting the enemy's movements.

‘Front 10 o'clock. Two.’

The vows go back far away from where the enemies are.

It is his basic policy to clean up all obstacles to leave no aftermath behind. But now the situation was special.

Target is the capture of a terrorist commander.

Seowon didn't want to expose himself to handgun fire even before approaching the target.

Instead, he borrowed someone else's hand.

The enemy's position has been radioed to the allies.

Friend's saturation spills over where the vows told us.

I didn't even have to make sure they were still alive.

* * *

“10 o'clock. Moving left. ”

“Southwest near Ford Pickup. 8 o'clock. ”

“Abort, 5 o'clock! ”

An observer radio constantly sent to the dragon to track the location of the vows.

The dragon held out his tongue as he listened to the radio and thought of the vows' movements in his head.

Observing a person's path of travel has a greater than 80% chance of predicting his next path. No matter how spontaneous you move, you never leave the common sense line. That's a man's limit. However, the expected route of travel for the vows could not be predicted.

The most difficult path for those with a destination to choose is to return to the path they came from. The vow did not hesitate to take the road that everyone was reluctant to take.

Looking at his route, it seemed that a drunk was wandering around without a destination.

It made me think that creatures without brains move spontaneously, not people.

Then came the Observer's radio.

“The black Landrover is attempting to reverse. What do you want to do?”

As soon as he heard the radio, the dragon knew that the black Landrover was the target of the vows.

“Aim for the tires. ”

“It's not easy with the civilian vehicles around you. Aim for the engine?”

The voice of the vow intervened between the two communicators.

“No need for that. I'll handle it.”

In the blink of an eye, the dragon's eyes widen with news that the vow had reached its target.

It is not a person's movement. It's impossible to travel that distance at such short notice unless you're on a bike.

I didn't even see the back of the vow that I thought was getting closer.

* * *

I knew the Black Landrover was trying to get out of the mess before the radio came in.

The vows stopped telling us where the enemy is, just as a spy unit in Starcraft's computer game would point a nuclear missile.

“Landrover on the move! ”

An observer's urgent voice strikes his ear.

“No need for that. I'll handle it.”

The urgent vows poured out the remaining forces on the bottom of the floor.

The key to force management is to balance the body with the force.

If the vessel containing the force cannot be bottled up, no matter how many forces are hidden inside the body, the force cannot be properly expressed. On the contrary, the same is true.

After finding the balance between the body and the force, it is the exercises of the Force that vow seeks to continue to raise the limits of that balance.

Therefore, we would never focus all the forces in one room on one part of our body. But now I can't stop thinking about it. Given the resources and future scenarios that have been put in place to build this stage, he must have been captivated.

I had to put my hand in a thorny bottle to train the Force and capture the benefits before I became a greater being.

The vows wanted him to be ordinary.

The force inflates like a concentrated thigh and calf muscle bursts.

Cargo pants loosely crafted to emphasize activity looked like skinny jeans.

The vow's face was distorted.

It was also due to the pain that came from the over-injected force, but more than that, it was due to the sequelae to be endured over the next few days. But the cost of breaking the balance is inevitable.

All beings in the universe - including the unseen - are ruled by Karma.

The nature of the force itself is neutral. There is no concept of good and evil. It creates a result that is very discriminatory according to the intentions of the person who uses it. Those who use the Force must pay the price.

It doesn't mean you get good rewards for doing good and bad rewards for doing bad.

1. A vow of silence points a gun at an enemy.

2. Pull the trigger to kill the enemy.

3. A bullet is fired from the muzzle.

4. The enemy is defeated.

5. Die.

6. Dispose of the corpse.

This series of actions takes place every minute. And all of these behaviors are combined to form a corpse.

From cause to action, from action to result, and the result causes the following actions: Thus, Karma's chain continues indefinitely.

Karma, known in Buddhism as karma, rules over man from the moment he is born to the moment he dies. No, it never ends after death.

The vows of the Force Master in purgatory were a glimpse into Karma's reality.

The feeling and knowledge of that time are now imprinted on his cerebral cortex. But now the vows have plunged into a rough path for themselves and their colleagues.

The future consequences of current actions were not important to vows that wanted to be normal.

He lived in the present and wanted to die in the present.

An inferior flock of Inerfos flows into your spine.

The force used the nervous system of the spine to reach the sole of the foot across the pelvic-this-knee-calve-ankle.

The force reaches the bottom of the foot and hits the ground.

The body of the vow rises into the air, ignoring the Earth's pulling power.

* * *

“Get it out! ”

When the man in the passenger seat shouted with a long, clean beard, the driver pulled his head back into reverse gear. However, it seemed impossible to turn the car around because of a civilian car with a flat tail.

“There's no room to turn the car around. ”

The driver shakes his head, and the passenger's beard gestures to the men in the back seat.

The three men who protruded out ordered a retreat towards the endless piling of cars. However, no large man lifts his head and puts a reverse gear while the bullet flies overhead.

What's bothering the beard the most is the sniper from a flying helicopter.

His men have suffered irreversible damage due to the large caliber bullets fired outside the effective range of AK-47.

The groaning of his men from the burning car torments him. But what he really cares about is the sniper in the helicopter aiming for his car.

Looking at the situation outside with a nervous look, the beard shouts over the radio.

“There is no other god but Allah! Muhammad is an apostle of God! Faithful members of the Temple! Allah will watch over us! ”

On the radio, the beard calls out for a confession of faith in Islam and the slogan of Al-Qaeda, encouraging his men, then pulls his head out of the car window and gives him a nervous plea.

“Crush all those who don't fall back! ”

Today's operation was a complete failure.

As soon as the command of the beard dropped, the three men placed the skull plate of the AK-47 across the shoulder.

Scarier than a bullet flying from a distance, it's a gun pointed at itself right in front of you.

The drivers, who saw that the gun was aiming at them, were in a hurry to pull the car back.

There was a great commotion between those who tried to reverse somehow, those who did not look down, and those who did not look at the Dash, and those who wanted to see what happened in front of them.

Miraculously, there was room for the Landrover to pull out.

Several times forward and backward, the car began to change direction.

As the preparations were underway, three men who threatened civilians with AK-47 jumped into the back seat.

The beard commands.

“Step on it!!! ”

Then something black falls from the sky onto the bonnet of Randrover.

< Kuang!!! >

Everyone aboard Randrover was in a state of shock.

The first thing I came up with was a sniper. The horror that the car could become inoperable struck five people on the Landrover. But the fluttering vibrations remain, and the smoke is nowhere to be found.

Ten eyes are pulled over the bonnet to find out the identity of the impact.

Bonnet found nothing but a dent.

The person sitting by the window in the back seat wanted to take his upper body out of the car window and visually confirm the problem.

However, the man who took a long leap out of the car window said nothing.

Sitting in the passenger seat, the beard looks back and asks.

“What's the problem? ”

At that time, his upper body, which was standing outside the car window, suddenly lost strength and sagged down.

Seeing the corpse hanging from the window, the beard shouts in the loudest voice he could.

“Let's move!!!!! ”

However, an enormous noise struck the eardrum of the beard before the driver could manipulate the gear with his right hand.

Bam! Bam! Bang, bang! Bang! >

Suddenly, with a loud noise, his beard bows and closes his eyes.

I'm deaf. “Phew...” I didn't hear anything except the sound.

I could smell the dark gunpowder.

When I opened my eyes, I couldn't see anything because of the smoke.

The beard thought something had gone terribly wrong. He considers himself less than a 1% chance of returning to this hell.

Instead of risking his life at the hands of the enemy, he thinks it's better to hold himself in Allah's arms.

He tries to put a machine gun to his chin. But his hands don't budge as if he's caught on to something.

The smoke slowly cleared in front of my eyes.

There was a cold looking Asian man holding his wrists.

He said "Moore." Neither English nor Arabic.

The beard looks at the target's eyes, unable to understand what it is talking about.

Cold enough to freeze your mind, you look into his eyes.

The beard felt the Asian pupils getting closer.

He falls unconscious, feeling a strong shock on his forehead.

* * *

The vow that defeated the enemy with a clean shot slowly moved to the passenger seat.

The man who orchestrated this terror was probably out of his mind due to the noise that erupted right next to him, so he didn't rush.

As you pull the passenger seat knob, you see the man burying his face between his knees.

Seowon waited with his arms folded until the protagonist who led the incident raised his head.

The vow of seeing the face of the enchanted Arab blinked.

A man who had worked in Iraq would never know.

Surprised and embarrassed, Seowon muttered in Korean.

“Why are you out here? ”

The Arab in front of him is Osama bin Laden's chief of staff and a man who led Alcaeda after the death of bin Laden.

Only Al Jawahari was in front of him.

* * *