Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

The main email accounts in the Washington Post that start with 'contact @’ suffer daily from the garbage that spills all over the world.

95 percent of suicides were due to advertising emails, 4 percent were from psychopaths with delusions and conspiracy theories, and only 1 percent were reported.

Because of that one percent email, someone had to organize their mailbox. However, since everyone was reluctant to do it, cleaning up the mailbox was mainly taken care of by new employees in the first year.

< Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.... >

Dwight Powell, who joined the Washington Post this year, looked at the monitor with his eyes unfocused and clicked on the "X" icon. What he deleted was an advertisement email that he did not even know where it was sent from.

"Make $300 a day with ease. ’

‘Casino, Baccarat, Texas Holdam……. ’

‘If you want to meet a sexy married woman.... ’

Dwight Powell made an impression because he felt his eyes rotting just reading the title.

I thought, who would read an email that was blatant and childish? However, I thought that this garbage was being created because someone read it and got caught up in its absurd content.

I organized the email for thirty minutes, but the four-digit number was next to the Inbox icon.

He sighs as if the ground were dying and continues to click his mouse.

< Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk! >

I suddenly stopped clicking on the mouse, which was ringing nonstop.

It was the most prominent piece of garbage I met today.

< World Government Top Secret! Special stage bio-solvers and gangrene created by the defense plan. And what the government is hiding from the people. The United States government is located in the center of secrets. >

Having read so many emails, I now had a rough idea of the author's level of education or knowledge just by looking at the title of the email. The author of this email, apparently for propaganda purposes, was a person who had not left the university, and was likely a person who did not usually read a lot of typography.

Dwight Powell shakes his head after checking the headline of the unparalleled mail.

I would have laughed and passed on before, but I couldn't smile anymore because I suffered so much.

I had known from the beginning that there were a lot of crazy people who couldn't understand and couldn't understand the world. But I didn't think it would be this serious.

I don't even know who sent it, but where can I open a mail attachment containing over 100 megabytes of compressed files?

The mouse pointer has moved to the delete icon. Immediately, Dwight Powell stumbled upon the words Iraq and the Republican Palace in the body of an email.

The hottest news in the media right now is the Iraqi official piracy incident. Because of this, I had to check the contents no matter how strange it was written.

< A monster called 'Marsu’ has appeared all over the world, and it has been hidden and managed by governments in each country. It's people with special powers called Bio Soldiers who have the power to take out one elite Special Forces squadron alone.

In recent decades, governments have been putting a lot of effort into producing bio-solvers. However, governments are working hard to mass-produce bio-solvers through genetic manipulation, drugs, and surgery because very few people with innate talents can become bio-solvers. The leading country in this field is indeed the United States……. >

Dwight Powell quickly checked his email.

It was filled with unbelievable content for anyone with a sane mind world. However, it was difficult to cover up the details of the situation in Iraq that the military, government officials mentioned in the text, or the media, did not know.

He looked at the attached archive.

If the contents of the mail are true, the archive will contain evidence.

As he learned, he unplugged the LAN cable connected to the computer and double-clicked on the compressed file.

A window prompts you to enter your password.

Why did you password the attachment when you sent the reporting email?

Dwight Powell folds his arms and looks at the password input box.

Unexpectedly, Dwight Powell entered the email of his reporter and computer room attendant in the mail forwarding address input box. After a moment of thought, I finished typing in the email address of a friendly FBI employee.

He pressed the send button.

The embarrassing email disappeared from my mind in less than 10 seconds.

Dwight Powell returns to something simple and boring, forgetting that he emailed the people involved. But less than 30 minutes after sending the email, two men in black suits found him.

After they showed their IDs, they politely walked out of the office with Dwight Powell.

No one in the office knew why Powell was being dragged or where he was being dragged.

Similar things happened simultaneously in well-known media companies.

* * *

The vows could not return to the headquarters with his colleagues.

The personnel involved should write a report on how they performed the operation, how they handled the problem, and why they made that choice in certain circumstances, regardless of success.

The vows are freed from this obligation because they were assigned as mercenaries. However, the commander's stars and the high lords of the White House had so many stories they wanted to hear from the leaders of success.

A pledge requested by the Chief of Staff said I would take a deep breath to the ground. If I refused, I would be persuaded by my comrades and superiors from Delta Force.

You have to do it once anyway. It seemed better to get rid of it than to have to work as I entered the voices of my unfortunate old colleagues.

It should take at least two or three days for you to return to the command post. The vows leave the treasures and battle gear hidden underground with allies and head for Iraq alone.

BMW Sedan, who burned a vow, entered the Green Zone in a respectful manner.

I've been through the front gate without inspection before, but this time it was different.

All American troops encountered on the road paid a huge salute. I seemed to have given the instructions above.

It was ironic. The vows were just to protect the client, Bremer. However, many, including the U.S. military, seemed to think of him as a hero of the Old World.

The vow stroked the bearded chin because it felt like something unsightly was going to happen. I felt a tingling sensation in my palms.

A black BMW has stopped in front of the command.

After forcefully holding on to the spirit of dissipation due to sleep deprivation and malnutrition, vows came down from the car with a dismal look on his face.

Dozens of soldiers slammed into the entrance of the building applauded.

The sound of whistling and screaming made my face turn red when I was tired and pale.

The first time I had ever been praised by many people, I was embarrassed. My mind was filled with thoughts that I should avoid this situation quickly. The best way to do that is to talk to someone.

I quickly found a familiar face.

John Ackins in the corner shudders.

* * *

The two of them didn't even bother to talk about gold bars.

The two men escorted to the operations room under the guidance of soldiers received a magnificent tribute from the Iraqi leadership, including Mark Kimmet. A vow of silence couldn't be sweeter, but I waited for this place to end. But the position did not end quickly.

A phone call with the President of the United States was waiting for him.

A vow of displeasure about George Bush wanted to refuse the call. But for the future of the Shadow Warrior, we must surrender our personal minds.

When the Iraqi hostage situation was resolved, George Bush felt like he was going to fly away. This is because if the national crisis is resolved safely, the rate of support increases dramatically.

In fact, the secretarial office was investigating the presidential support rate on an hourly basis.

As soon as reports came back that the case was resolved, his support rate was recovering at a rapid rate.

Immediately after handing over the phone, the vows greeted the military gently. He intended to emphasize to the president that he was from the U.S. military and not be penalized in the future assignment of businesses.

“Thank you. You've done a great job. ”

“I just did what I had to do as a citizen. ”

Routine compliments and ritual answers came.

This is the second time vows have spoken to the enemy of a country.

Unlike Tony Blair, who approached him personally, George Bush was authoritative and office.

He felt like he had to choose only the words he needed.

“I'll help you if you need anything. Tell me.”

The vows I heard were out of my mind.

What do I expect from the U.S. government? ’

I rolled my head for a moment, but nothing came to mind.

Businesses won in Iraq don't need the help of the White House, they just need more medals. Moreover, he didn't feel the need to associate a kite with politics like Eric Prince.

The incident left the Shadow Warrior's reputation alongside that of a first-tier mercenary company. If I start a new business, I don't have enough people to do it. Moreover, he is now a wealthy man who will never get caught up in money.

Suddenly, a new idea popped into his head.

“Do you have any intention of buying a battle gear? I'll give you a good price. ”

Mark Kimmet was surprised when he watched the call from Seowon right next to him.

John Ackins thought his vows were becoming increasingly more and more of a businessman than a blunt soldier.

* * *

After speaking with the president, after completing a brief document, the vows were directed to a room where he and John could rest.

One single bed, two chairs, a table, and a wardrobe were all very military decorated rooms.

John's room was right next door to his vow room.

As soon as John unpacked, he found the vow room for a conversation.

“Can I talk to you? ”

John walks in after the visit and finds a vow standing on a chair. He turns the bulb off the ceiling.

“Is the light out? ”

He shakes his head and looks at John and puts his index finger on his lips.

John watched the vows take place.

Seowon was conducting a security check in the middle of a military facility.

Seowon was manually tapping and pressing on the door and walls, ceilings, air conditioning, and molding of walls and walls.

John confirms there's nothing wrong.

“Once the emergency has been lifted, what's so……. ”

Seowon shakes his head and takes John to the bathroom.

Water spilled violently in the shower.

If you keep the bathroom door closed and turn the shower on hard, your voice gets soaked in the sound of the water. But the vows were a step ahead of John's expectations.

He used his hand instead of his mouth.

Seowon turned on the sink faucet and put water on his fingers.

The sink mirror was written with water.

It was a conversation with no trace at all.

This operation has officially made the government aware that we know about bio-solvers and battle gear. You think the CIA's gonna let someone who knows classified information get away with it? >

It gave me the creeps for a second.

John had forgotten that he had learned a military secret that should never be known.

What that means is that the shadow warrior has been formally registered with the CIA's surveillance network.

John wrote on the mirror with water on his fingers.

< So what do we do now? You can't keep your mouth shut forever, can you? >

< I have something in mind. >

< How? >

< Once everyone knows a secret that only a very few people know, there are no secrets to keep. >

If the CIA finds out that a vow was made, the Shadow Warrior will have the best intelligence agency in the world as an enemy.

John doesn't feel like a normal person, reluctantly thinking of his dangerous ideas.

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