Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

A white truck carrying groceries stops on a cobblestone ramp to the underground entrance of the Republic Palace.

A guard dressed in military uniform from the guard room approaches the truck.

He smiled and said.

“I was good at listening to you and betting on Yankees. I owe you some money, James. ”

Damien Jones, who's been living as James Palmer for six months, gets out of the truck.

“I've told you a few times this year that the Red Sox is hopeless. ”

Damien Jones got a pass from a guard, signed under the name James Palmer, and hung him on his neck.

It wasn't hard for Damon Jones to get a job as a food supplier for the U.S. Governor.

It was easier to get past U.S. military background checks.

The only obstacle was the removal of the man who had previously driven the truck.

Six months ago, the driver met a robber in the back alley of Baghdad and was killed by Damien Jones.

“Which game should I bet on next? ”

“I think I'll play Dodgers and Twins this Saturday. Bet on Twins, of course. ”

“Twins?”

“Have you ever lost money listening to me? Trust me."

Damien Jones taps his chest and climbs into the truck.

Once the heavy iron window opened, the gaze of Damien Jones concealed in his hat turned towards the republic palace from afar.

He tasted the building where the most powerful man in Iraq lived.

* * *

The top floor of the Bairrak Hotel is a block away from the Public Palace.

A man in green clothes worn by hotel janitors emptied the room's trash.

As soon as they emptied the trash, the cleaner labeled the left chest Jared Dudley went up to the roof and looked out.

You can see the roof of the Republican Palace from afar.

Due to its high hotel location, the soldiers on the perimeter of the Republic Palace are clearly visible.

It is not difficult to kill a soldier - with a different mind - who is on guard around the palace. It's simple to blow up people who have lost their minds elsewhere. The problem is not those bums, but those Shadow Warriors.

The Shadow Warrior has recently recruited a large force. Nevertheless, he never saw any of them wearing Shadow Warrior helmets. They escorted Bremer without revealing what they had been trained for.

After just a few months, Al Uahizi lifted his binoculars, slightly biting his lower lip, picturing the rising Shadow Warrior.

A man in a baseball cap walks with Shepherd around the lawn south of Bremer's building. It meant Bremer was in the office.

Since the first day Bremer moved to the Public Palace, Al Uahizi, under the pseudonym Jared Dudley, has been making observations.

Paul Bremer thinks he owns Iraq, but he's a delusion.

‘It is we who rule Iraq. ’

Over the years, Blackwater has been working its way into Iraq.

Blackwater did not save money on the purchase of real estate if it was deemed worthwhile, including buildings, shops, houses, etc. located at important points in the city.

As a result, Baghdad's real estate prices have been steadily skyrocketing for several years, and since Bremer joined Iraq, foreign nationals have been flocking to the skies.

The Palestinian boy with American nationality was surprised when his phone rang in his pocket.

It was a signal that an operative had been sent into the building.

Al Uahishi took a quick walk out of the penthouse on the top floor and entered a small room where he collected the supplies at the end of the hall.

A refrigerator sized iron cabinet mounted on the side pushed against the shelf that had collected cleaning supplies.

My heart thumped.

The time has come for us to carry out our long-awaited mission.

* * *

Shadow Warrior members memorize all the biometric data about the people working around Bremer.

John Ackins also knew the man in the photograph well.

“Lance Stevenson? ”

Lance Stevenson is a young and talented man with a Ph.D. in Political Science from Stanford.

As soon as he got his Ph.D. from the university, he accepted a job offer from the Republicans. But he didn't stand out in Washington. He was too shy to survive in a tight-knit basket with the ambition to stand out a little more than others.

George Bush was elected president, but he never made it to the White House.

He got on a plane to Iraq because he thought it would be better to do something new than spend time in a job in Washington.

John Ackins looks at his vows with an unbelievable expression.

He thinks Lance Stevenson is a typical greenhouse plant on an elite course. He didn't even have the courage to look at his boss.

The vow was to double-check whether Al Zahuari had lied. However, Al Zawahiri's eyes were almost open, feeling the fear of the Force in a state of utter weakness. I can't even lie when I'm under instinct.

The vow turned its eyes away from Al Zahuari, who was completely mesmerized, hurrying out of the room.

My vows were fast enough that I couldn't believe I was on crutches. John Ackins followed me.

The vows moved quickly and asked John.

“What's the most important thing in a situation where an enemy attack is expected? ”

“Paul Bremer's safety. ”

It was a matter you didn't have to think about.

“What's next? ”

“The safety of our crew. ”

“How many men are in the Republican Palace now? ”

“George Taylor and Terry Cummings. ”

“Sound the alarm now! ”

John Ackins picks up his cell phone as he runs.

The touch of pressing the button shook me unconsciously.

* * *

A brown, handsome man appeared on the white floor of a marble imported from Italy.

The chief of staff, who heard that an important customer who had been rushed into an appointment today passed a security inspection, stood up at his desk. He smiled brightly and greeted a wealthy guest from Saudi Arabia.

“Prince Al Samad. It's a real pleasure to meet you. ”

The prince waves lightly, holding the secretary's hand with a blunt expression.

“How was your trip? ”

“That was good.”

The prince answered with a dry answer and asked the cigarette.

The space the secretary stayed in was reserved for Paul Bremer's official interviewers.

The quickest way from the entrance to the Oval Office is - as Eric Prince did - using the central marble staircase. But Bremer wanted his guests overwhelmed by the danger of the Republican Palace.

Made by Saddam Hussein with his Iraqi treasury, the Republican Palace itself was an art form.

Bremer wanted his guests to see the art and expensive furniture at the Republic Palace. Therefore, I deliberately lengthened the route of the interviewer and made the distance to arrive take more than 10 minutes.

The prince, who placed his hand on the secretary, slowly looked around the room as he breathed smoke.

The walls were painted with postmodernist paintings, and the oak-coloured interior felt calm. Well-maintained leather couches and furniture made of oak trees that live in the light satisfied the prince's elegant taste.

The prince slowly nodded, and the secretary led the prince to the sunny corridor.

At that moment, I heard a strange machine in the quiet room.

< Woo Woo! >

My phone rang, but I didn't answer the dragon.

Who are you, calling during office hours?

He quickly opens and closes the folder without even checking the sender.

I couldn't answer the phone in front of an important guest who came to see Bremer.

The dragon nods lightly at the prince.

The prince looks at the dragon with no expression and takes a deep breath of smoke.

As the chief secretary and the prince walked into the corridor, the dragon picked up the phone and checked the sender.

It was a call from headquarters.

At this hour at headquarters? ’

The crooked dragon tried to press the green button. But then the PDA in the desk drawer vomited a hissing noise.

The dragon's expression, which confirmed the PDA's message, was stiff.

Red letters. Boundary alert.

The unknown dragon pressed the PDA with his big finger to learn more.

A browser was launched to access the Shadow Warrior Intranet. However, there were no letters on the white background webpage.

Looking at the PDA in the palm of his hand, the dragon made an impression. I can't believe there's no Internet…….

It was the first time.

The dragon that manipulated the PDA several more times answered the phone as soon as he confirmed that the Internet wasn't working.

But the phone didn't go off either.

He picks up the phone on his desk. The same was true of the signal not falling.

I got the alert and there's no phone or Internet? ’

My heart was pounding.

Is that a false alarm? ’

The dragon shakes its head.

One of the people at the headquarters had the authority to sound the alarm, and he was able to bet his entire fortune that no one had made this mistake.

When an alarm is raised in a situation where we do not know what threat has occurred, we should follow the Code of Conduct in an emergency.

Bremer's safety is paramount in his duties at home.

The dragon starts to run towards Bremer's office.

* * *

Paul Bremer sits with his legs up on the desk of the Oval Office with his eyes closed.

This pose was his favorite when he dug himself into a leather chair with a high backrest and put his legs on the table.

He grabs the coffee cup on his desk with his right hand.

There was no cream or sugar, but black coffee was sweet. Because of the morning's victory.

He smiles, thinking of Eric Prince, who returned with his face flared.

It was unthinkable before I came to Iraq. But once we know who the king of Iraq is, we won't be as careless as we are in Washington.

< Knock, knock! >

After a knock on the door, Bremer quickly corrects his posture and checks the schedule on his desk.

< Prince Al Aziz of Saudi Arabia. Visit urgently for investment enquiries. >

The prince of Saudi Arabia is a top-rated guest who outranks the CEO of an international conglomerate. He gets up from his seat, looks out, and puts the phone on his desk to his ear.

The visit was open.

Bremer looked closely at the chief of staff leading the guests and opened his mouth.

“No, I would like to attract investment that would actually benefit Iraq first. Yes, that's correct. And……. ”

The phone is a dead end, but Bremer has been distracted by a bunch of Middle Eastern rich people with an endless wallet depth.

The secretary finds Bremer holding his phone and stops walking.

Bremer stopped the phone with his hand and said to the customer,

“Sit down. It'll be over soon. ”

Al Samad hesitates with a nervous expression, not knowing what to do.

I felt like my throat was burning. I was desperate for water.

The secretary said quietly, pointing to the leather couch in front of the desk.

“Have a seat over there. The call will be over soon. ”

Al Samad slowly moves to the couch.

He put his hand in his pocket and calculated the chance to rush to Bremer, feeling the touch of a specially crafted knife that wouldn't get caught in a security search.

The visit just came in was open, and a security guard was stationed just outside the visit.

Al Samad assumes that Bremer's desk will also have security. But the one who touched his nerves the most was the big guy I saw earlier.

If I run into Bremer with this little knife, I'm sure I'll be stopped by the Chief of Staff and security outside the door. I couldn't go on such an adventure.

But Bremer was right in front of you.

Five to six meters to Bremer. It takes two seconds to cross the desk and reach Bremer.

Of course Bremer will resist. 2-3 seconds to take down Bremer.

5 to 6 seconds in total.

Five to six seconds is as long as a coward.

Al Samad shakes his head.

‘Teamplay. Trust your colleagues and act accordingly. ’

When Al Samad sat on the couch, Bremer put a phone in his ear and smiled. He turned his back and looked out the window and said something.

The back in the suit looks like it wants its own knife.

Al Samad, who saw Bremer's back exposed to defenseless conditions, swallowed a gulp.

* * *