Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

Al Samad stares at the clock as the hostages are shaking violently.

There are only 10 minutes left until his deadline. But the cockroaches still don't show up.

When he received a report that the camera had finished installing, he instructed him to connect the internet line over the radio. He was going to record the killing of the hostages and spread them all over the world over the Internet.

As Al Samad listens to the wailing of several hostages, he adjusts his position so that his men do not get caught by the camera.

* * *

“One minute left! ”

Al Samad's voice echoes through the lobby.

The hostages stopped crying because of the threat of masked AK-47. However, the anxiety the hostages felt has grown beyond their control.

Al Samad looks at the hostages and thinks:

‘Which one should we pick and kill? ’

Women can't control their emotions in urgent situations.

If you kill someone who begs you to live with tears in front of the camera, you're more likely to be the bad guy. inappropriate for first execution

He picked the one who could die the most brutally. A middle-aged man of modest size who can be seen anywhere. The least compassionate person was right.

“You!”

The people around Al Samad's finger point panic.

They looked at each other's faces and wished they weren't.

“Baldy, you! ”

The middle-aged man in his headless work clothes looked desperate.

Two masks approach, grabbing the bald arm and pulling it forward.

Mark Jackson, who is 45 years old this year, is the head of a family with three children.

Before he came to Iraq, he was selling insurance all over the United States, and he came here to dream a new dream. He worked for 20 years in a Ranger before selling insurance and is now a mercenary with the Shadow Warrior.

Mark Jackson was dragged forward with an aggressive expression.

When the time is right, Al Samad comes down to the first floor.

Three digital cameras captured him on the screen.

Al Samad gets down on his knees and approaches Mark Jackson blindfolded.

The two masks were backed out of the angle because the camera was illuminated.

Al Samad whispered to Mark Jackson:

“There are no personal feelings. Blame your irresponsible government for putting its people to death for failing to make the right decision. ”

Al Samad once again looks up at his wrist and looks straight at the camera.

“It's 6: 31. It's been a minute since my time. ”

Al Samad shines his watch on the camera.

“I knew cockroaches didn't show up in front of me. The U.S. government doesn't care whether people die or not. It is a country blessed by God. Amazing!”

Al Samad claps his hands, slowly turning around Mark Jackson. It was an applause of ridicule.

“I will keep my word. ”

Al Samad raises his right hand and the mask outside the camera angle raises the AK-47.

The flow of female hostages grew.

Then an emergency staircase door opens across the hall to the right, revealing someone. All AK-47 guns in the lobby were focused on men.

“Oh! You're out now, Cockroach? ”

The person who reveals himself shouts without approaching.

“Will you let him go? ”

Al Samad looks at the camera. He looks at Mark Jackson and shakes his head, remembering that the situation is not live.

“I can't do that. I will decide the fate of this interest based on your actions! ”

Al Samad pulls his pistol out of the holster at his waist and points it at the man. It wasn't easy to hit with a pistol, but it was enough to pose a threat.

“Hands up! And walk slowly this way! ”

The man walks slowly with his hands raised.

As the distance gets closer, the new recruits of the Shadow Warrior sigh unknowingly. It was because the Fulface helmet, the symbol of the Shadow Warrior, caught my eye.

“The cockroach was Bremer's bodyguard. ”

Al Samad walks toward the man with an unpleasant look on his face. He tapped the full-face helmet with his left hand while aiming at the pistol with his right hand.

“What a handsome face you are, covering your face with a motorcycle helmet! ”

The man did not respond to anything. He stood still with his hands raised.

As Al Samad gestures at his men, two masks approach the man.

They take off the man's helmet first.

The Shadow Warrior recruits shake their heads. Terry Cummings, as expected.

Terry Cummings looks at the crew calmly and faces Al Samad's scorn.

“Search!"

As soon as the command is issued, the mask, with Terry Cummings' hands on it, pulls back in shock.

“What happened! ”

“Th-the bomb in his body..." ”

Terry Cummings slowly unzips his clothes.

The bombs that appear to be Semtex cover Terry Cummings' flanks and belly breasts.

Terry Cummings lowers his hand up and down. He slowly extends his right hand forward.

“This is what you've been dressing up for, thanks to the bomb you planted in the basement. ”

The Semtex was installed by the baggage underground.

Terry Cummings rubs the detonator in his right hand.

“The United States government does not negotiate with terrorists. I would rather all die together than grant your demands. That way, you can hide the truth and tell everyone what you've done. ”

Al Samad swallows his saliva, speechless.

Terry Cummings glances at the watch on Al Samad's wrist so that the opposing team doesn't notice.

* * *

- An hour ago.

“Call the demolition team. I'm going to dismantle the Semtex in the basement, wrap it around my body, and go to him. ”

“What? Are you trying to kill yourself? ”

“Suicide? I don't want to die again. ”

Seowon was thinking of putting on a one-man show in front of more than ten AK-47 bags. You threaten Al Samad with the bomb to rescue the hostages.

John could not bear to watch the reckless behavior of the vows. It's not because I doubt the strength of the vow. No matter how many vows you make, it's hard to overcome this challenge alone. Facing the hostages head-on is not the right choice.

There must be a plot. John squeezed his head together to come up with an idea that would reverse the situation. At that moment, I remembered a man who had completely forgotten.

“Terry! You can do it with Terry! ”

* * *

The C-130 Combat Talon was circling 10,000 feet above the Republic Palace. This aircraft, belonging to the Air Force, was an indispensable resource for Special Forces personnel to deploy and withdraw.

Jason Kim stands in the cargo compartment of the C-130 and looks down at Baghdad through the open lamp. The sun was falling below the horizon to the right, and black clouds were gathering to the left.

It was nice to see the weather turning dark, but not the clouds. It is because the rainstorm makes it difficult to fall.

Jason and his colleagues have so far successfully performed all kinds of jumps. However, according to the previous operation, the jump so far has been so difficult this time. I couldn't set the time to jump out of the plane in advance. It's time to jump when the radio comes in from the ground. Under weather conditions that change from time to time, this uncertainty is like a nightmare.

Jason and his colleagues, who would normally claim an impossible jump, did not throw up this time. It is because the person who created this operation was their leader.

The vows even showed me a specific way to jump. Instead of the usual hail used to keep the enemy out of sight, he recommended jumping 10,000 feet this time.

In order for Halo to descend (high altitude drop), oxygen must be breathed for one hour before takeoff. But this time, we didn't have time to prepare, so we jumped 10,000 feet, free-falling, and then deployed a parachute 1,000 feet to reach our destination.

As the raindrops began to fall, Jason looked around at his colleagues.

They nod at Jason. The men who will jump without hesitation if orders drop in the storm wait for the signal to drop, wearing goggles.

The sky flashes and lightning strikes the ground in two directions. A few moments later, a loud thunder swallows the sound of the plane's engine.

At that time, the jumping lamp illuminated a green light.

* * *

By the time Deltaphos crew started falling at the C-130, five MD-530 Little Birds had flown up from Iraq's command post.

These small helicopters, called Night Stokers, each took four Devgrou agents to the Republic Palace.

* * *

When Jason opened his parachute a thousand feet away, his body was rapidly braking as he approached the center of the Earth at an immense rate. After checking that the parachute was properly spread, he made his way to a short glide to the roof less than 300 meters away.

I didn't have to worry about my colleagues. Rather, it was more important that he reached the right place and set the standard.

After landing exactly where he wanted, Jason felt a gust of rain. He looked up at the sky with an anxious look.

After Jason, the two men safely made it down. However, the gap was about 5 to 6 meters apart. The winds are rough and the rising currents have overwhelmed the falls.

The last jumper, Charlie Hernandez, is in trouble. By the time we were almost at the target point, a sudden gust of wind swept the parachute upward and plummeted down. It caused my body to rise about 10 meters up in the air and then plummet down.

Approaching the rooftop floor at incredible speed. In an unconscious situation, he pulls a reflective parachute rope, causing the wings to hug the wind.

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind erupted. The parachute wings were full of winds 60 kilometers an hour, dragging Charlie to the top of the roof without incident.

Charlie Hernandez had no choice but to be dragged away as the parachute held the wind. He tries to use his whole body to resist the wind, but the wind is so strong that his legs don't touch the roof.

Jason and his colleagues, Delta Force, were surprised to see this terrible situation in the blink of an eye. They have no way of rescuing their comrades who are being pushed off the roof at an incredible rate.

Then something jumps out at an incredible speed and runs for Charlie.

The man in black walks up to Charlie in a tackle, seemingly unbelievable. But the wind dragged the two of them off the roof together.

The man pulls the dagger out of his thigh, forcefully lowering it toward the rooftop floor.

A spark flashes with the sound of scratching nerves colliding with stones and metal. And after a while, the two men who were dragged into the parachute were able to stop.

Charlie looks at the person who saved him with a white, dull face.

“You're a long way from jumping, Charlie. ”

The man who shared the glory of old. After a few years of seeing the boss's smile, he hugged the body of the vow with all his might.

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