Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

The mission has failed. However, the enemies do not react immediately.

John Ackins frowned as he refreshed the New York Times and the Washington Post's homepage.

He pondered how to clear up the Commander's mood when it hit the media.

The atmosphere was intrusive.

General Jeremy Grant, who insisted on Devgro's early entry, including the operatives who opened the hardbook, did not appear to have disappeared anywhere.

When the situation room became quiet compared to a little while ago, John shifted to a place where people could not see.

He pulls out a waistband radio so no one can see it.

You can use your Command's channel to communicate, but if you do, everyone will hear your communication. He wanted confidential communication with the vows.

When I contacted the encrypted secure line, I heard the voice of the pledge through the earphones connected to the radio.

“What's going on? ”

“I think there's a storm coming. ”

“Storm? You mean the press? ”

It was a blessing for John to have a partner who understands me so well just by being roughly lucky.

John sighs deeply between his old head and his old head, smiling with his head bowed.

“I think there's a good chance of that. ”

“Damn, that's gonna be trouble. ”

“The Pentagon and command executives are confident that the editors of the major media outlets have been silenced, but not for me. ”

“What's the plan?"

“Why not publicize the fact about bio-solvers to distract them from us? ”

The vows do not answer as if thought had come to mind.

“We don't officially have a bio-solver, so I don't think that's a problem. There will be many governments like mountains to explain. ”

The vow was long overdue and replied.

“Do it. And what about the battle gear? ”

“I got it from Oberon. But in order to send the data, I need to be connected to the internet.... ”

“I'll take care of that. Keep transmitting the data. ”

“I'll do that. ”

John tries to cut the radio. But there was still something left to say.

“I just heard an interesting story from the enemy. ”

“What……? ”

“I think there's gold buried somewhere in this building. ”

The vows reveal the password they learned.

When John heard the explanation, he took a big breath and said:

“Swear, you must get the password from Bremer to get the gold! ”

“Is that really necessary? ”

“No! We definitely need that gold! ”

As John pushed him away, the vows were accepted.

“Okay. I'll try. But think about transportation on my behalf. ”

After finishing the radio, John sweeps his face with both hands.

He doesn't know how to get the password from Bremer, how to drive his enemies out of the Public Palace, and how to get the gold without anyone knowing. But he needed gold to paint the painting he envisioned. If we can get enough gold, we can save more than a decade to make the painting he envisioned a reality.

He takes a big breath and wakes up to return to his seat. But then I heard a horrible voice behind his back.

“What's so funny about radio? Was she your girlfriend?”

John stares at the Loverboy without even knowing it.

“Don't look at me like that, I'm scared. I'll pretend I didn't hear about the gold. ”

Oh, shit!

John has his forehead. It seems that this immature hacker, who doesn't know the world, should be carried in his arms. If the CIA allows it.

* * *

As planned, the operation should be over by now. And there should be a call. But there was no news.

At the site, he kept calling to see how long his men had to wait, and the bio-solver he lent him was completely unreachable.

Eric Prince walks around the office like a madman.

He looked back at what went wrong with his choice of aiding and abetting an Arab terrorist.

No, a terrorist who can be crushed at any time is just a long-term underling.

Even those who take care of him, who actually move the United States, said there was no problem with this decision. Rather, they empowered Eric Prince that the mission must succeed, even if they are too peaceful to raise awareness of their enemies.

The problem lies with Bremer, not with Eric Prince himself.

This is all because of that damn Paul Bremer! ’

Eric Prince thinks he made an extreme choice because of Bremer.

If he had not turned his back on loyalty and loyalty, Blackwater would have been working as planned in Iraq and growing smoothly. However, his volatility is troubling Blackwater's funding, and Eric Prince has no choice but to leave the herd to satisfy the giants behind him.

Eric Prince, who has been wandering around the office for a long time, can't take it anymore and picks up the phone.

As the signal goes, you hear a dry voice. It was awkward for someone who did not speak English as their native language.

“What's the matter? ”

“You should at least give me a quick message about how things are going! ”

Eric Prince yells and the caller smiles coldly.

“Heheh heh. An angry American.... I guess you've forgotten who insisted on not contacting you because you have a record. ”

Eric Prince, who recalls his own past claims, has been unable to answer.

“I was wondering if I could give you an update on your progress. As expected, Bremer escaped to the bunker. I'm working on opening the bunker, but I still need a lot of time. ”

“What about the U.S. Army? Was there an attack by the U.S. Army? ”

“Why wasn't there? Two people tried to infiltrate the building through the vents, and they were both killed. They didn't try to negotiate anything before deploying troops. ”

Eric Prince closes his eyes.

Sending in a multitude of soldiers without negotiations means the U.S. military has uncovered the situation at the Republic Palace. Soon they will realize that the troops they have dispatched have been killed and will deploy large numbers of personnel and equipment to the site.

“Then I'll have to call off my troops, too. ”

“I don't care if it's out of the question, but I think we should keep it a little longer. ”

“What does that mean? ”

“You'll find out in half an hour if you watch TV news. ”

“What does that mean……. ”

“It's time. Calls are more likely to reveal your location. ”

Suddenly, the phone was disconnected.

I'm glad things went well, but Eric Prince was impressed when he didn't wipe his back even though he went to the bathroom.

Watch TV in half an hour?

Thinking of his voice, Eric Prince puts his hands together to create a feeling of anxiety.

“Dear God in heaven, what I did was to drive out the pagans and to reveal your glory to this earth. And ultimately, I believe it will be very helpful for the United States. Give me the strength to get this done! ”

When he finished praying, he answered the phone with a hesitant face.

It's time to move on to secure your alibi.

* * *

Al Samad has finished shaving after washing.

With the help of his subordinate, he wears a tie and looks at his bandaged hand. I felt a lot of pain.

He shakes his head thinking about taking some painkillers. I couldn't blur my mind with painkillers at such an important time.

Wearing a Zegna formal jacket with the help of his men, he sits at Bremer's office desk.

Al Samad looks at the camera lens with his hands together on his desk, slightly bent at his waist.

“Very good, I'll start recording in 30 seconds. ”

Al Samad nods.

I didn't feel any tension in his naturally born moonshine face. Rather, I felt a slight excitement in the expectation of being able to stab deep into the heart of the United States.

The commencement of the speech was a warning to the U.S. government that it infiltrated armed soldiers without any prior comment and without proper understanding of the situation.

‘No hostage's life has ever been threatened, and no conditions have been stated, and the U.S. government has infiltrated soldiers to kill us! ’

He planned to use this to appeal to the feelings of the American people.

A naive American citizen who has learned that his people died without cause in faraway lands, wanting reversal and peace, will be excited by his upcoming speech. When people talk, the media, of course, follows the opinions of the people, and politicians are forced to act.

Al Samad prepared a lot for this speech.

He studied the behavior of famous speakers and famous leaders in modern countries. Ironically, he was Saddam Hussein because he had the most references in the study.

The more I studied Saddam Hussein's words and behaviors, the more I could think of the two men who were so confused as to see Adolf Hitler. He was a politician who pushed, beat, and cheated his enemies into getting what he wanted.

Saddam Hussein took advantage of the impolite United Nations and European politicians with no will to war, freely crossing the invisible lines.

He had already broken his promise and blatantly ignored the countries pinching it. However, if any of the Western powers seem to be attempting to enter military action, he sent a special envoy to the United Nations. Specifically, when he was building a fence against the United States, he would drop his tail as soon as the American carrier approached the Iraqi border.

Saddam Hussein repeated this behavior every six months or a year.

Countries that have blocked these anomalous operations are increasingly turning their attention away from Iraq.

In Al Samad's mind, Saddam Hussein is a great politician who proves that American politicians do not have the courage to wage war.

Al Samad, who polished his mind, looked through the camera lens.

In just a few moments, he will relay his peaceful message to the American people with polite words and attitudes, and in return, the U.S. military will let go without taking any action.

A man standing behind the camera raises his hand and starts the countdown.

Five, four, three, two, one!

When the signal goes off, Al Samad pulls out the sentence in his head.

“Dear Americans, I'm here with a heavy heart. ”

* * *