Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

Justine Anderson's expression suggested that the White House recognized the presence of Bionic Soldiers and Beasts. The shocked expression indicated that there was no prior agreement between the two of them.

I didn't need to ask about the media, including the internet.

The vow tilted its head.

How did you break the threshold? ’

In order for an event to erupt, the energy focused on the event has to break through the threshold.

Energy can be concentrated all at once to break the threshold, or accumulate over time to reach the threshold. The way vows have been prepared so far has been the latter. Through journalists, they air the event, create an atmosphere through social media, and shake the board with Joon-won Kim. I thought that if I accumulated energy gradually, I would naturally break through the threshold.

But the way things are happening now is not how he prepared them. I thought that one of the White House officials could not overcome the ongoing stress and made a mistake in front of the reporters. He put up excuses to get the words out of his mouth, and eventually he put them into practice.

Whatever the reason, I didn't care about the vows. Because the outcome is important to him.

The vow kicks its tongue at the shocked Bionic Soldiers.

No matter how good the SCO is at his job, he would not have prepared a scenario for the current situation. This outing, exposed by the White House, is not Plan B, it's Plan G or F.

The military is the best organization for risk management. However, even with a risk plan in the military, we do not prepare scenarios for the downfall of the home country. No organization in the world even has a Plan F.

‘Confidentiality’ was the most important value to SCO.

The White House acknowledged the existence of SCO without any prior consultation was like being corrupted by others.

The vows no longer required a call with James Spader. Instead, he asked Nick Drake for a private jet to get out of muddy New Orleans.

Nick Drake nods, his head shaking. It was inseparable from the shock.

The vows are loud! You scream.

“Wake up, you little runts! SCO is not some parent protecting you! ”

The shocked faces turned to the vows.

“Do any of those people who work for the CIA or the FBI think they belong anywhere but a parent or a child? What do they call their organization? Firm. Then why are you so hung up on the SCO? ”

A pathetic vow shakes his head and giggles.

“Just give me the plane! Get a car in the basement parking lot! ”

Nick Drake wakes up late as his vows scream.

“Where to...? ”

As the vows left the room, the room was full of atmosphere.

Nick Drake mutters, looking at his young colleagues.

“What do we do now? ”

No one answered his question.

* * *

When I got down to the underground parking lot, I saw Mondeo at Ford's stop with the ignition on.

Mondeo, often used by police and government agencies as a means of government, is a car such as avante or sonata in Korea.

This car was insufficient to the standards of a vow used only by a large German generation in Iraq, but in this situation it is better. It doesn't attract attention.

The driver is invisible, and apparently Nick Drake is preparing for the emergency blink with the ignition key plugged in. If you leave it in the airport parking lot, they will collect it on their own. When the SCO is operational.

As soon as Seowon tried to open the driver's seat door, I heard someone's voice.

“Wait!”

It was Justin Anderson.

“I told you to follow me... ”

Seowon folds his arms and tilts his head to one side.

“Do you want to keep an eye on me since I could cause an accident? ”

Justin Anderson blushes, like a man caught in the cold.

Seowon opened the car door as if he didn't care about anything.

“Suit yourself. ”

Justin Anderson's expression widened.

Shortly after, Black Ford Mondeo escaped from the hotel's underground parking lot.

Reports of stations and famous newspapers were parked tightly on the roads around the hotel. But two men ride. There was not a single eye on the common generation.

The black sedan takes the road out of downtown New Orleans and into the airport.

Beyond Windshield, you see a blue sky, and a slight downward window brings in a cool breeze. AC/DC's ‘Highway to Hell’ flowed from a cheap speaker.

It's been a great day in Southern America for a long time.

Justin Anderson howls Highway to Hell with his right hand on his left chest.

I felt a beating heart through my palm. It seemed like 120 beats would break through quietly.

He didn't know why his heart was beating so fast. Perhaps the weather had a big impact, he thought.

The vows glanced at Justin Anderson.

I smiled at his mouth because I thought that if I was lucky, I would be able to collect without having to pack my things.

He turns the volume knob made of cheap plastic to the right.

The sound of the song flutters indoors.

Seowon listens to the sound of the music coming from the speakers.

- Hey mama, look at me. - Mom, look at me.

I'm on my way to the promised land!/I'm on my way to the Promised Land!

When I got hanged, the vows stopped.

Looking at the road that stretched out in front of him, Seowon held the steering wheel with both hands.

Where you're headed. A land of promise for some, but hell for some.

The right foot of the vow crushed the accelerator.

* * *

“The White House is well aware of the recent questions raised about New Orleans in many places. Today's emergency press conference is about relieving the anxiety of the people in New Orleans. ”

A White House spokesman dressed the same as usual read the paper in his hand again and again.

Newcomers didn't know the difference between spokespeople. However, more than 20 years after entering the White House, veterans clearly felt that the spokesperson standing on the platform was different from usual.

The neat hair shape and tidy suit were different than usual. However, the bloated face, reddish-blooded eyes, and ink marks on the fingertips were evidence of tremendous controversy at the meeting. Reading the note without using a prompter was also different from usual.

Reporters who smelled something unusual bent forward, narrowing their glances.

“Putting all your doubts about New Orleans together, you can divide them into three broad categories: First, is there a monster that threatens the safety of the people? Secondly, is there a specialist force to deal with monsters? Third, is there a humanoid stage that is utilized by professional personnel? ”

My voice kept breaking. My mouth tightens as if I had swallowed a handful of sand.

The spokesman drenched his neck with water. However, it was the same in the tempting mouth.

He wets his dry lips with a dry tongue and tightens his lips so that they won't fall off.

Like a child confessing his sins, his voice trembled.

“The first suspicion. Let me tell you about the existence of monsters that threaten the safety of our people. The White House's official position on this question is to exist. About the second doubt……. ”

In the news, even veteran journalists who didn't show their emotions for any reason looked at the spokesperson with a fierce look.

All politicians are consistent with Morse until they leave the public office (even after leaving) on issues that could be of little concern to their safety. I have never seen such an easy admission of a matter so important as to shake the foundation of government's existence.

It was unbelievable even though I was watching. A question mark popped into the heads of the veteran journalists.

‘What on earth made them like this? ’

“…… the White House recognizes the existence of the third suspicion, even for humanoid weapons used by professional personnel. This is your final urgent press conference. ”

As soon as the spokesperson finished speaking, the reporters gathered at the conference raised their hands to ask questions. However, the spokesman came down from the stage, ignoring the question.

Reporters came to the spokesperson and asked questions in a loud voice. However, the spokesman quickly left the press conference, ignoring all the questions.

A moment of silence passed until the White House spokesman was completely discharged. But then came the great commotion. It was due to an urgent call from reporters informing their offices of special facts.

* * *

When the storm was raging in Washington, the private jet that burned the vow was fleeing from the source of the storm.

After looking at the daily papers on the plane, the vows were cleared to one side.

A blonde stewardess with her head tied behind her back approaches to organize the newspaper.

In a polite posture like Gaborah, the stewardess hugging the newspaper glanced at the vows and laughed.

“Please let me know if you need anything. ”

A vow on the Gulf Stream G550 that was owned by rejects turned his head out of the window.

I felt a cushion of soft leather that had white clouds underneath my feet and was made of California nappa leather on my buttocks. I felt floating in the clouds. If the Economy seat on the plane was a town bus, this jet was a limousine.

Seowon suddenly felt jealous.

‘Nick Drake, how much money does he have? ’

He wakes Justin Anderson from his slumber.

Upon opening his eyes, Justin Anderson noticed the frowny expression on his vow's face, and his heart fluttered with anxiety.

“How many planes like this do we have? ”

I'm irritated. Did you just wake me up out of a curiosity?

A ball of fire rises from within, but Justin Anderson rushes to control his mind. It was because if he couldn't endure the momentary annoyance, the vows seemed to open the door of the plane and kick his ass.

"Aye. He's one of a kind. ’

He presses the button on the sheet to call the stewardess.

As soon as the stewardess approached, he bluntly asked.

“How many of these planes do you fly? ”

“Please wait a moment, sir. ”

The stewardess brought me a thin brochure on board.

The cover had the words Gulfstream G550 engraved in gold.

Seowon quickly opened the back of his head.

Numbers were shown next to items such as maximum takeoff weight, top speed and top speed range, with the lowest price listed. After checking the numbers, the vows blasphemed unknowingly.

“Starting at $56.85 million? What the fuck... ”

How much money did Nick Drake make rolling this expensive plane around on his own? ’

Jealousy exploded momentarily.

Seowon calculated his fortune, his income from the Beast of New York and New Orleans, and his sales through the Shadow Warrior.

I felt like I could live if I wanted to. However, I did not think I could afford a special value-added airplane. Moreover, it seemed that life was not easy to manage. Hangar rental fee, pilot's salary, maintenance fee, repair fee, fuel cost……. His private jet was far away.

Justin Anderson, who was watching the vows with his fingers calculating something, tried to get back to sleep. But I couldn't sleep even when I closed my eyes.

As he turns around, he picks up his wrist and checks the time. It's been three hours since I left New Orleans. Prior to departure, New Orleans to Washington said it would take two and a half hours. He blinks a few times, then jumps to his feet.

“Washington's over! ”

When Stewardess looked anxiously, Justin Anderson asked the vows.

“Where are we going now? ”

The vow stared at Justin Anderson with a stupid look on his face and turned his eyes to the book in his hand. It was an annoying gesture to say, "Get lost." It meant that if I bothered him one more time, I would throw him out.

Justin Anderson, a mute honey eater, moans like a poop dog.

All prepared scenarios were incorrect.

Now the SCO is booming like a bomb. The head of the gun is not in good communication, and the agents are shaking violently. Bionic Soldiers are being overwhelmed with fear that their identity will be revealed to the public.

Despite the fact that SCO was immersed in extreme situations, the fact that Jungwon was a super important person to catch somehow remains unchanged. No matter what happens, you must never stop traveling to China or Russia in the west.

To do this, SCO needed data on vows.

They had an objective fact about the vows, but they had no idea who Jung Jeongwon really was. The 'Human Resources Management Program’, which boasted that tracking the accumulated data and traces of life of one person could help her learn better than she did, did nothing for vows.

SCO had no idea what food they liked, what coffee they liked, who they met, and what conversations they had.

They needed information about their privacy to get a deeper understanding of their vows. That's what Justin Anderson followed.

Once the vows landed at Washington Airport, nearby SCO agents planned to use the miniature GPS attached to Justin Anderson for tracking. They planned to eavesdrop on every conversation vows made with a laser listening device capable of up to 3,000 feet. However, all of these preparations became meaningless.

Justin Anderson takes cold water to soothe his stuffy stomach. After meeting the vows, nothing seemed to be working out.

* * *

The plane flew for another half hour and attempted to land.

Justin Anderson, who was looking out the window at the runway, made an impression.

Because of Beast's presence all over the United States, he has been to airports all over the country. But this was the first place I'd seen this airport.

Justin Anderson gets up from his seat when the wheels of the plane stop. But he suddenly said, "Ow!” I fell on the couch screaming. I felt like I was cracking skulls. The pressure on the neck caused a rupture in the throat. Justin Anderson's jaw flares. He coughs and falls unconscious.

Four strong men ascend through the door of the plane.

The vow looks at them and nods.

“If he wakes up, he'll be a pain in the ass, so make sure you take him down. ”

The men bowed their heads to the vows and approached Justin Anderson.

They scanned Justin Anderson's body with beeping electronic equipment.

After a short while, there was a beep, beep, beep.

Seowon smiled at Justin Anderson.

“The world's changed, and you're trying to spy on me? ”

* * *