Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

John Ackins, who was chasing after his vows and taking a busy walk, suddenly stops.

He looks at his phone with a serious look and presses the button again. There was no response. I pressed several buttons, but so did I.

When John didn't follow in a hurry, the vow turned around and said. The urgency was buried in his voice.

“What's going on? ”

“I think we've lost communication. ”

Seowon picked up the satellite phone and called the secretary's office.

When the signal didn't go off, the vows beat themselves up.

“Shit. My mistake. I think you're thinking about Eric Prince too easily. ”

I remembered one fact that I had forgotten later.

A few years ago, Blackwater was the gatekeeper when the telecom company set up its network here.

It should have been as easy for Blackwater to disrupt communications at the Republic Palace, knowing the location of the communications cables with the base stations in Baghdad.

Communication with the Public Palace has been lost, which means Blackwater has taken control of the area as well as the network. Sniper deployment should have been complete, and measures should have been taken to prevent the tank or armored car from advancing forward.

Driving late increases Bremer's chances of losing his life.

‘Damn Bremer. ’

This is why no matter how good a hand you hold, no matter how decent you look, you shouldn't push it to a dead end.

The vows asked John.

“What does Eric Prince want? ”

“The autonomy of Fallujah. And all kinds of benefits, right? ”

“So what is it that Eric Prince is most afraid of? ”

“Of course it's the U.S. Army. ”

John's answers were all correct.

“So what will Eric Prince do to achieve his goals? ”

John Ackins doesn't know much about Eric Prince. However, the reason vows asked this question in this backyard in a hurry was to find the best solution, so I followed the vows led me.

Rather than diverting into problems at the time of the explosion, killing a tempo like this is a proven method of success. John Ackins also knew that this method was very helpful in solving problems. However, the reality was that when something happened, the nerves from the incident were sold and the breathing could not be controlled properly. Like right now.

First, John tried to calm his crazy beating heart. He then stroked his bearded chin with his hands and thought.

“Hmm... … If I were Erik Prince, I'd make sure no one gets near the Republic Palace. Then he'll blackmail Bremer into getting what he wants. If Bremer accepts my offer, nothing will happen today, or Bremer will be seen murdered by people posing as Islamic terrorists. ”

The vow nods.

John's answer was satisfactory enough to think that it was a result of such a short time in such an urgent situation. But it wasn't perfect.

“But if I know Erik Prince.... ”

Eric Prince and Eric Prince, who had previously sworn an oath, only looked the same and felt so different that they could hardly think of themselves as the same person. Eric Prince is now more explicit and agile. But the basic personality was the same. Intense dominance hidden in an appealing appearance.

It took me a long time to realize Erik Prince's reality when he was working in Blackwater.

The vow wearies me out. An exhausted vow to Eric Prince, who refuses to listen to his advice, but insists on an easy and quick path, turns his head away from reality.

As a result, vows grew further and further away from Virginia. Communication with the headquarters is dwindling, and you begin to distance yourself from the Blackwater executives you once called friends. Seowon isolated himself in the Middle East.

“Eric Prince, who has absolute faith in power, will not stop at a simple threat. ”

“What does that mean? ”

“That means you won't be satisfied with the threat of killing Bremer unless you put a knife to his throat and listen to me." ”

What else do you need? John Ackins tilts his head.

“Eric Prince will try to show that he has an absolute strength over Bremer's regular army. Never to think about anything else again. ”

“No way... so we can put in bio-solvers? ”

The vow nods.

“How? Bio-solvers should never be known to the public. The Republican Palace seems to be built in an isolated place, but it's not. It's just a five-minute walk away and the reporters are camped out all around it. How...? ”

That's what the vows were worried about.

Eric Prince would use bio-solvers to destroy the republic palace, a symbol of power, in Brever's sight. Every civilian who witnessed it.

John's face was stiff reading the thoughts of the vows.

There was no time.

* * *

The dragon arrived in front of Bremer's office and told the security guard at the door.

“I need to see the Governor right away. ”

A security guard with a pistol around his waist checks something with a monitor, then smiles at the dragon.

“Hello, George. ”

With the look and voice of the dragon, the security guard was able to see how urgent his situation was. However, there are only two principal members of the Shadow Warrior and two secretaries who have access to that office.

“I'm in the middle of a VIP meeting. It should take more than thirty minutes for the meeting to end. ”

The dragon shakes his head firmly with his hands on the desk.

“No. It's too long. We need to meet now. ”

If it were anyone else, they would have pulled out the colt on their waist and targeted it. But not to dragons.

He was the only clumsy and inconspicuous Shadow Warrior member who spoke without hesitation to the dragon.

The security guard who usually had a good impression of the dragon wanted to help him. But I couldn't just trust his words to open the door. I could not be disciplined in the yard where my wife had given birth a baby a few months ago.

“From a secretary to an outsider, I've received an invitation. I want to help, but I don't have a choice. I'm sorry, George. ”

“Who said that? ”

The dragon's voice rises.

“Lance Stevenson. ”

The dragon looks up at the ceiling and thinks of Lance Stevenson. Turns out I didn't see Lance Stevenson after the handover at lunch.

An ominous premonition flashes through my mind.

The dragon had to make a decision. Do it now!

He paces around the guard's desk and quickly calculates what he can do.

All the events and experiences experienced at SAS and Heart melted into intuition and commanded him.

I don't have time to hesitate! Act now! '

The dragon pulls out the radio hanging from its waist and presses the button on its side.

“A dragon. Strengthen the perimeter of the entire garrison! ”

The dragon tilts its head toward the radio.

If you receive a radio, you should respond immediately. But there was no sound on the radio.

He picks up the phone on the guard's desk. I didn't hear any beeps.

Radio interference, radio silence.

It was clear evidence that this area was taken over by an unknown enemy.

* * *

Bremer smiles, lowering his phone.

“I'm sorry to keep you waiting. ”

Al Samad nods with a generous smile as he proves himself to be a prince.

Wearing a tie on his shirt, Bremer wore a navy Brooks Brothers suit with a hanger. Before leaving Iraq, it was a garment prepared by a vow.

I felt the tightening of my shoulders and chest of particles fitting the suit to my body.

"Tell them to get rid of the Italian girls and the Armani they're wearing. Americans should wear American clothes as well. ’

A white t-shirt with formal cuffs featured a slight pinch. Bremer smiled brightly, feeling like today's meeting would go well.

“Prince Al Samad. It's an honor to meet you. ”

Al Samad gets up from the couch and smiles at Bremer.

With both hands on the sides of the bottom, he pulled the hidden device inside the cuffs of his shirt with a stop. I felt the smooth plastic texture.

He carefully pushes the plastic with his detection and stopping without taking his eyes off of the Bremer.

Bremer steps forward with confidence.

It was an excellent decision not to attack Bremer's back.

Al Samad politely brings his hands together. His right hand pressed the bell on the black Patek Phillip watch decorating the left wrist.

Bremer reaches out for Al Samad and extends his right hand.

Al Samad smiles brightly, raising his right hand.

No one noticed a sharp object protruding slightly from the sleeves of Al Samad's sweatshirt.

* * *

Damien Jones parked a truck on the third floor of the building furthest from Bremer's building.

He pulled the side brake and turned off the ignition, grabbing the black plastic bag that had been placed on the passenger seat. He opens the door of the truck and leaps down, holding a plastic bag that looks like a pile of rubbish.

As soon as Damien Jones jumps, you hear something starting up in the truck's cargo bay.

Damien Jones, who ignored the noise in the cargo hold, walks toward the iron door in front of him.

Steel doors that were built to be at least 3T thick were tightly closed to prevent unauthorized entry. The door was not equipped with a keyhole, fingerprint, iris recognition, or keypad for entering passwords. It was a primitive structure that had to be opened by a human hand inside. But nowadays, the farther away from technology is, the harder it is to penetrate.

Arriving at the spiky door, Damien Jones loosened a bundle of plastic bags and carefully lowered it to the ground.

He tucks his hand inside the bag, pulls out a grey clay-like material and starts applying it to the door.

He smashes the clay with his bare hands and sticks a primer in.

After the installation of the C4, he plugs in the wire and runs 10 meters away to hide himself.

Damon Jones presses the button on the detonator.

< Kuang!!! >

With a loud explosion, dust splashes from the ceiling.

It sounded loud, but the explosion on the third floor of the basement caused only a slight vibration to the people in the other building. The cleaner and chef who work in this building must have felt an ideal. But there's nothing they can do to get here.

The red lamp installed outside the cargo compartment illuminates as the vibration subsides.

With a zipping sound, a pedestal protrudes from underneath the cargo hold.

As the forklift lifts in and out, the metal pedestal that allows the cargo to be loaded into the cargo compartment joins the truck and the floor, the cargo compartment opens and a bright headlight leaks out.

Coming out of the cargo hold was a small truck specially built for cruise transportation.

The cargo compartment of the truck is securely sealed so that no one can look inside without permission.

When the truck was ready to leave, two men wearing masks hung from the side steps.

Each of them had an RPG in their hands.

A truck that boasts considerable torque compared to its size begins to move toward the exploded door.

* * *

The trunk of the BMW is opened.

The driver tried to help the injured vow. However, the vows ordered the driver to stay indoors. The vows opened the bottom of the trunk.

John Ackins looks up at the bottom of the trunk and shakes his head.

The bottom of the trunk contained firearms just in case.

“Absolutely not. I can't do it with that body! ”

“It's an emergency. ”

The vows cut John's life in one fell swoop.

“With that body.... ”

The vow looked down at the crutch he was looking at.

That's right. This body is too much. But we can't let Battlegears slaughter civilians and put Bremer in danger. I couldn't stand the thought of Eric Prince running wild.

The vows gave strength to the hands on the crutches.

With a shout, the crutch he was looking for breaks the mountain.

Seowon shakes his head, looking at John, and picks things up from the trunk.

In his hands was a sneaking suit taken from the Japanese and a full-face helmet, a symbol of the Shadow Warrior.

* * *