Al Huahish opened a metal cabinet in the Penthouse supply warehouse at the Bairrak Hotel.

Inside the cabinet is a large box. He pulls the box out and opens it.

Inside a box that looked like an instrument locker was a safe deposit box for spicy, elongated objects.

He carefully picks up the tall object with both hands, like a spine, and lays it down on the ground. Then I took out the bag that was in the cabinet separately and took out another elongated thing about the size of a person's forearm.

A PSO1 sight was installed on a SVD sniper rifle made in Russia.

Al Uahishi picked up a blue bottle on the shelf with cleaning supplies.

He opened the lid of the bottle containing the chemical and wet the cloth.

He wiped the stained glass windows with a damp cloth to prevent the light from coming in.

Every time the cloth moves, the intense sunlight of Baghdad pours into the dim supply shed.

Al Uahishi, a compass-looking diamond glass knife, said he had complete visibility.

Al Uahishi attached the adsorbent plate to the glass window and rotated the diamond glass knife.

My head twitches at the sound of the blade scratching the window.

He removed the glass knife from the adsorption plate and connected it to something like a pump handle. Let's move it in a moment < BLUE! > There was a watermelon hole in a thick glass window with a sound.

Putting a watermelon-sized glass on the floor, he spliced a magazine into the SVD and aimed with a clear field of view.

Al Uahishi began breathing lessons he learned from Czechoslovakians as a child.

Inhale slowly and exhale slowly and slowly.

It was an immediate remedy to drown out the poor heart rate.

A black gunman in Al Uahishi, who took his breath away, aims for the Republican Palace.

Al Uahishi's expression changed.

I don't see a man in a uniform patrolling the south perimeter of the palace with German Shepherd.

He quickly examined the entrance to the palace. I couldn't see anyone.

Al Uahizi has found his third target.

It was a post installed in the Republican Palace.

An armed American soldier was caught on Al Uahishi's crosshairs.

* * *

The dragon, who saw the loss of communication, told the security guard.

“It's an emergency. ”

It's only been three years since I served in the army, but it wasn't hard for Michael Hayes to judge the situation as serious.

He did not go to college, but was smart and passionate enough to receive training from other soldiers to evade.

Unlike other soldiers, Michael Hayes considers mercenaries to be good careers. To him, the Shadow Warrior was a post-empire goal.

The dragon told Michael Hayes:

“As soon as I get into that room, ring the emergency bell. Then gather enough men to defend this building. No matter what happens, don't leave the building. Our objective is not to defeat the enemy, but to buy as much time as possible until our allies arrive. ”

“I understand.”

Michael Hayes replied with a firm expression.

The dragon asked for one last thing before entering the room.

“You know my colleague Terry Cummings? Find him."

“Should we follow his lead? ”

The dragon shakes its head.

“Your comrades would never follow the instructions of a mercenary. But Terry and I are the veterans who survived 20 years in this mess. Keep him by your side and use your advice. It'll be a big help. ”

The dragon slightly removed the Beretta from the pistol strapped to its side.

He tucks in his suit and knocks on the door to keep the pistol out.

As soon as the dragon entered the room, Michael Hayes attempted to contact all communication devices on his desk. However, all communications, such as landlines, wireless phones, radio, and the Internet, did not work.

Convinced of the dragon's judgment, Michael Hayes recalled the emergency code of conduct and opened the lowest locked drawer at his desk with a key. He gets up from his seat with an MP-5 and a magazine.

* * *

< Knock, knock, knock. >

You hear a gentle knock.

Bremer, Al Samad and the Chief of Staff focused on the door.

“I'm sorry to barge in without your permission. I have something urgent to tell you, so I took the liberty of asking you. ”

Bremer, who was about to shake Al Samad's hand, suddenly shook his hand at the dragon's visit.

The Shadow Warriors have never entered his room before. So was his solemn vow.

All personnel booked the visit according to the prescribed procedure and advised the visit via their assistant in case of emergency.

Bremer would be furious if someone else broke in. But I thought the Shadow Warrior had a good reason.

The dragon took a quick walk to Bremer and looked at the Arab in the suit.

The Arabs glanced at the dragon and Bremer alternately, shaking their big eyes.

I wasn't sure I was a terrorist. But as he approached Bremer, the dragon found that the Arab's eyes were shaking.

The dragon grabbed Beretta's handle with its right hand, out of Arabic sight.

That's when you hear the silent gunfire outside.

< Taang!!! >

It was a single shot, but the dragon was convinced it was coming from a sniper rifle. At the same time, an emergency bell sounds.

< Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! >

As soon as the alarm sounded, the dragon noticed the Arabs' concentration was scattered. Through that gap, the dragon quickly blocked Bremer's way and pointed a pistol at the visitor.

One of the three doors installed in Bremer's Oval Office opens wide and four heavily armed soldiers protrude out and surround Bremer.

When I moved to the Republic Palace, it was a secret secret plan prepared by vows.

Placing a fully armed team on emergency standby around Bremer.

Bremer, the General of the Army, and even the Shadow Warrior members. However, vows say Bremer is currently the most life-threatening person on Earth and require U.S. presidential protection.

Thanks to this, the armed soldiers appeared as soon as the alarm sounded.

The dragon shouts Beretta, aiming for Al Samad's forehead.

“Evacuate now! ”

Soldiers enter the door to escort Bremer and the Chief of Staff. Their mission is not to eliminate the threat, but to protect Bremer.

As Bremer hides himself in the passageway, the dragon does not decide whether to pull the trigger on Al Samad or not. I thought I was a terrorist, but I didn't catch any evidence.

During his conflict, you hear a voice in the hallway.

“Come in quickly! ”

The dragon slowly steps back, pointing a gun at Al Samad.

Like the soldiers, his priority was Bremer's protection.

* * *

Terry Cummings was having dinner with the recruits in a restaurant set up in the basement of a government official.

The quality of the meal was not very good. It was like eating food supplied by the U.S. military. The cost of each meal was insufficient.

"Enough, you bastards. ’

Terry was convinced that Bremer's staff, who were in charge of procurement of the ingredients, had paid for the food. However, Terry quietly takes the food to his mouth without any complaints.

There was always this petty mischief around the army. A single copy of the book can be fixed right away. But Terry knows this and pretends not to. It's only bad relationships with public officials that you don't have to touch. No, maybe there's a Bremer at the top of this chain of misconduct.

Unlike Terry Cummings, six new mercenaries are piling up food on a platter and eating heavily. They also did not eat a lot of food because they were delicious. The high-intensity training required by the Shadow Warrior required tremendous calories, so I spent a lot of energy and ate a lot of food.

After finishing eating first, Terry returns to the table with coffee.

I felt down today. There was always something there, but I felt like I was missing it.

He tilted his head and took the black coffee to his mouth.

A mercenary picks up a sandwich and looks at Terry.

“I've never seen you so relaxed. You didn't eat properly because of the radio other times.... ”

Then Terry knew something was wrong.

There have been no continuous reports of situations that need to come in.

He picks up the radio and checks if there's anything wrong. The machine was normal, but we soon learned there was a problem.

Terry picks up his phone and makes a phone call. As expected, it was a barrel.

An experienced rookie stops eating and runs to the entrance of the restaurant. He picks up the phone installed on the wall. He looks at Terry and shakes his head.

“Stop eating! There seems to be a problem. ”

The mercenaries have already stopped eating.

That's when the siren rings.

Surprised mercenaries all rise from their seats, handcuffed.

Terry checks the mercenaries' weapons with a stiff face. It was hopeless.

All mercenaries, except the founding members of the Shadow Warrior, must work unarmed inside the Civil Service. Thus, all but one of Terry's handguns were left in the first-floor weapons vault.

Weapon secured.

That was the first thing to do.

Terry leads the mercenaries, recalling the structure of the Republic Palace.

* * *

The interior of the BMW turned off the air conditioning for maximum output was suffocatively hot.

BMW sped through Baghdad's complex roads at incredible speeds.

Surprised street vendors curse, cars honk, but not the slightest.

BMW was headed to the Green Zone where the U.S. military base was located.

John Ackins, who called the U.S. military, headquarters and Gary Jackson on a satellite phone, looked to his vows.

A vow dressed in battle attire is sweating like rain. John thought it was the pain. But it wasn't true.

The reason the vows were sweating was not because of physical pain, but because of image training.

Seowon got in his car and drew two battle gears that sprayed bio-weapons in his incomplete body. However, even after drawing a few times, the results were the same.

Defeated.

He rushes forward and judges that there is no chance. Then there is only one answer.

Followed by infiltration.

In order to be dragged into a turbulent battle, you must first be able to get out of sight of the battle gear. Secondly, we must fight in a narrow space to prevent the battle gear from freely striking. The third move is to target only the opponent's weakness.

The best place to infiltrate and wreck was inside Bremer's palace. Even if the Republican Palace falls, you must battle inside the building. But there was a stumbling block.

Bremer's safety.

In situations where Bremer's safety could not be assured, he could not have used the airspace as a battlefield. But vows trusted dragons and Terry Cummings.

By now, both of you have noticed and are confident that Bremer has been evacuated to an underground bunker.

He thought of someone to consult on battle gear, and vows answered the satellite phone.

“H-see? No. Hello? ”

“How are you, Oberon? ”

“U-uh!!! Brother!”

A faint smile appeared on the mouth of the vow that became my brother in slumber.

* * *