Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

After the last time he saw a vow in Korea, Oberon had never made a phone call with the vow.

I've always been curious and wanted to hear her voice. And I wanted to learn that martial arts with tremendous power from vows. But I couldn't bear to call.

In South Korea, Oberon was an elite bio-solver that everyone embraced. But I felt humbled in front of the vows. It was not because his ability was earned by effort, but because he was fortunate to meet his parents.

Instead, Oberon sends his regards via email to the dragon.

Unlike the elusive vows, the dragon always listened to Oberon's concerns in a cheerful manner. Oberon was able to learn about the actions of his vows in Colombia, the formation of the Shadow Warrior, and what he was doing in Iraq.

My qualifications got worse.

In such a short time, vows became representatives of a world-class mercenary company in one of Hart's mercenaries. On the other hand, he has only done a small mission in Korea. He was distressed by the feeling of stagnation.

Oberon's gaze brightens as he looks up at the pledge, thinking he hasn't forgotten himself.

A vow that didn't have time, without even asking me how I was doing, asked me all sorts of questions.

“What are the weaknesses of Battle Gear? Can we hit him in the head? ”

“Yes, in example……? ”

There was no answer directly from Oberon's puzzled mouth.

“We need to deal with two battle gears right now. It's a matter of life and death. I need your help! Tell me quickly!"

When I heard the urgent voice, I felt proud that the vows were desperate for his help.

“Different types of battle gear have different weaknesses. The newest gases come from compensating for their weaknesses. I need to know who they are first... ”

“It's thought to be made in China, and it's over two meters tall. Painted in red and gold.... ”

Oberon stops speaking his vows as he spills his shotgun.

“Wait. What kind of battle gear are you riding against? ”

“What a ride. Where do I get my battle gear? ”

Oberon's mouth is open.

Who in the world would go bare against a battle gear called humanity's greatest weapon? It is impossible without madness. However, Oberon watched closely with his own eyes the way vows beat the devil with their bare bodies.

“They're spraying bio-weapons. If we don't stop them, innocent people will die. ”

A bioweapon? Oberon's heart beats as he listens.

Oberon wanted to help his vows. However, there was too little information given.

I didn't even know what kind of gas was in the vows. Moreover, if there are weaknesses, it was doubtful that vows could effectively target those weaknesses.

Horseshoe is an organism made of bones and muscles, but the battle gear is a machine with solid gloves that do not put bullets in it, consisting of titanium, stainless steel, carbon, etc.

Oberon spoke the truth.

“I just don't know what to say. At least look at the picture.... ”

Seowon took his laptop out of his bag and connected it to the satellite phone.

He emailed a photo of the Battle Gear on his laptop.

The speed at which photos were uploaded was slow enough to explode.

After a long wait for the download, Oberon zooms in on the battle gear in the photo.

It was a gas not found in his knowledge. Oberon was a pilot for Battle Gear, not a researcher.

“It looks like an early model, but I don't know it. ”

My vows burned.

“Then figure it out! There's got to be a battle gear specialist in the National Guard! ”

Oberon grabs his hair with his bare hands.

If he finds out about the exchange of information on foreign fighter gear like this, he may be punished for leaking information related to national security. Seeking advice from others about battle gear in this reality was not easy.

I remembered the image of a man on Oberon's head when he was having second thoughts.

Kim Hyeong-gyu, the first director of the National Guard, who was anxious to eat him when Seowon was in Korea.

Hyeong-gyu Kim was the one who had the most knowledge of the vows except Oberon, although the incident caused conflict with the vows. Moreover, diplomatic relations between South Korea and China are currently poor due to the West Sea fishing disputes.

Recently, a journalistically challenged government official has been trying to get a good night's sleep in relation to the PRC not to repeat its failure, saying Japan's defense forces have not been able to respond properly to North Korea's issue.

In this situation, if I could stimulate Hyeong-gyu Kim's opportunistic disposition, I could help my vows.

“Call me in 10 minutes. ”

Oberon closes his cell phone flip with a loud sound and leaps towards Hyeong-gyu Kim's office.

* * *

There were no tire marks or human footprints on the dusty floor, so it was clear that the emergency passageway had never been used since it was created.

The emergency escape routes, such as width, height, and length, were perfectly constructed without deviating from the blueprints. Even Saddam Hussein, who designed this escape hatch, could not have anticipated that an escape route would be used as a means for an ambush.

The truck's visible distance was less than 10 meters, due to the crust of dust and dull darkness. However, the mini truck leans on the headlights and runs like a gunshot through a dark tunnel that does not let any light in.

Closer to the point indicated on the blueprint, the truck sped down while making a turbulent engine sound.

Hanging on both side steps of the truck, the two men aim for the RPG in front of them as promised and then fire anti-tank bombs.

Swoowoop! With a sound, the warhead flies towards the front, emitting white smoke.

< Kua 'ang! >

With a heavy thunder, you rush into the truck in a narrow, flaming passageway.

“Ahhhh!!! ”

“Help me!”

The two men who were hanging from the truck were surprised by the sudden thunder and shock.

The driver knew that his colleagues were in trouble. However, he empowered his right foot, thinking that a small sacrifice was inevitable in the temple for Allah.

The truck goes through the flames and lunges for the scrambled iron gate, which is hit by an RPG.

< Kuoooo!!! >

A speeding truck crashes into the iron gate, making a loud noise. But in the process, the truck also took heavy damage. The bumper falls out and the engine room grows cold.

White smoke rises from the hood of the truck where the radiator was smashed.

After a long drive through the iron gate, the truck slows down.

After a while, the truck stops completely.

The driver's seat of the truck and the passenger seat door opened and the two of them got off.

The driver kicked the front of the truck with his feet.

“This is why I told you to reinforce it properly! ”

The man stepped off the passenger seat and looked at the driver.

“That's not the problem. What are you gonna tell them? ”

The driver, who thought of the two people in the back, screamed.

“You did this to me, so take care of it! ”

The man gets out of the passenger seat, sweeping his face with his hands and approaching the back seat.

He tapped the window in the back seat in a crooked posture.

You hear a click inside, but the window does not go down. Perhaps the generator along with the radiator was broken as well.

I heard more clicks.

The man points his face toward the window to peer into the back seat.

At that moment, the window was completely smashed and a hand popped out of the back seat window.

The hand in black gloves grabs the man's neck and lifts him up.

“Explain yourself.”

The man struggled as he listened to the eerie English voice, as if spoken by an emotionless machine.

I wanted to say something, but I was so thirsty that nothing came out of my mouth.

The driver rushes in, screaming as his colleague suffers.

“The truck broke down. ”

“Does this mean we have to walk from here? ”

Looking at the face of a colleague who was suffering enough to breathe, the driver put his hands together and said.

“Yes, it is. Sorry!”

“I didn't keep my promise. ”

“No, but I can't help it…. ”

Then < jig! > The man with the neck in his hand falls to the floor with a sound.

The driver hurriedly approached his colleague.

Seeing his colleague snap his neck at an impossible angle, he screams unknowingly.

“Ahhhh!!! ”

The back door opens and a man comes down.

The driver looks back at the giant man approaching him.

A hard concrete wall blocks his back.

A moment later, the Terminal's scream echoes through the tunnel.

* * *

The dragon slowly steps back, targeting Al Samad with a Beretta.

He had two options.

It was to get Bremer in the car or evacuate to a bunker on the third floor underground.

I didn't have much to worry about.

Escaping the Republic Palace into a bulletproof limousine is insane, with a sniper on the loose and unsure of the threat. Even if the car was properly bulletproof, it could not be secured against RPGs, snipers and spilled bullets.

At that moment, the door of the office leading to the stairs opened wide and a person came in.

Secretary Lance Stevenson, who held a meeting with Al Samad and Bremer, opened the office door anticipating that the situation would be over. But the situation in the room had been beyond his expectations for a long time. Lance Stevenson was shocked to death when the pistol was aiming at him.

Lance Stevenson screams with his hands raised.

“It's me, Lance! ”

The dragon, who didn't know Lance Stevenson was in league with the enemy, drew a gun. Using that gap, Al Samad runs to Lance Stevenson.

Al Samad, who ran behind Lance Stevenson, wrapped his left arm around his neck and put his right hand around his neck.

Al Samad's right hand holds a sharp, pointed weapon.

The dragon aimed at Al Samad with a pistol at a late stroke. Al Samad, however, stepped forward with Lance Stevenson to get away from the threat of the pistol.

Al Samad shouts.

“Get Bremer down here now and tell them to get up here! ”

Not likely. It was not Lance Stevenson's life that mattered to the dragon, but Bremer's safety. The dragon's gun was not shaken at all.

The dragon shouts to Al Samad.

“Let him go now! ”

Al Samad smiles, revealing his white teeth.

He slowly draws the weapon in his right hand against Lance Stevenson's neck.

Red blood begins to flow from Lance Stevenson's pale neck. Lance Stevenson wears a white T-shirt covered in blood.

It was a frightening scene for a normal person, but it didn't work for the dragon.

The dragon noticed that Al Samad had not touched Lance Stevenson's artery.

It only looks terrible on the outside, but it's a life-threatening amount of bleeding.

A professional assassin uses weapons as threats? ’

The strange dragon senses examined Al Samad and Lance Stevenson.

The dragon's sense of training and concentration have recently developed to a level that cannot be compared to ordinary people.

As he concentrates his mind, the ambient noise fades and Al Samad, who threatens Lance Stevenson, begins to appear large.

‘? ’

I saw something strange.

The finger of Lance Stevenson, holding Al Samad's forearm around his neck, was not strong enough.

To get rid of the forearms that are choking from behind, it is normal to hold the wrists and give them strength. But the dragon could see that the tip of Lance Stevenson's finger, holding Al Samad's wrist, had not felt much strength.

Lance Stevenson also looked desperate. But his eyes did not waver.

You can make a face in front of experts who have been through several hostage situations. But you can't disguise your eyes. unless Lance Stevenson has experienced this situation multiple times.

The dragon no longer hesitated.

He recalls Beretta's power and pulls the trigger without hesitation.

< Bang!!! >

The bullet crushed Lance Stevenson's metacarpal bone and lodged it in Al Samad's left forearm.

The dragon hides itself into the tunnel without even checking the results.

The door to the tunnel closes with a loud noise.

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