Mercenary Black Mamba

However, the gift of God, which was supposed to be in his hand, fell into the hands of the wrong moron. As the feeling of loss fueled, it burned with anger and hatred.

"You imbecile, being gotten by a plant (the plan put a spy in the opponent's core site)!"

Davis suffered stomach ache as it filled with acidic water. Gamma is a regulation made up for this kind of situation. The man who had unparalleled power and military force on one hand could not control the researcher bitch and ruined his work. He doesn't even deserve to work in the organization.

The history of America is the history of the American Lodge (branch) of Freemasonry, just as the beginning of civilization was Freemasonry. In 1620, a grandmaster and twelve master-level saints set foot on the New World in a wine carrier (Mayflower) to escape Catholic persecution. It was the starting point of America's transition from a world of barbaric yellow races to a world of holy spirits.

Ignorant enslaved people call the first immigrants, the Mayflower passengers, 'the ancestors of the pilgrimage', but that's not to say. Except for the thirteen holy souls disguised as vagrants, the remaining 89 were real vagrants, including thieves, deceivers, robbers, and murderers.

The history of the United States of America began as a collaboration between a new human being, a holy soul, and a garbage slave, and it is no different today. Freemasonry forms the superstructure, and Christian immigrants and all sorts of junk from around the world support the infrastructure.

"Either way, I have to report it."

Davis operated the remote control. The purpose of Freemasonry is a world ruled by holy spirits (master-level saints). The Grandmaster's eyes, called the Eye of Horus, see through the world. There was no reason to worry about the pieces of bread spilled by the holy soul or the slaves who picked up on them. Whoosh - The 300mm-thick shielding door filled with lead was opened.

"Grandmaster, can you see it? It is the traces of the car."

Davis picked up the report from the empty office.

[I expected it, but it's amazing!]

Surprisingly, a heavy thud echoed through the mouth of the goldfish that squeaked in the fish tank.

"It is a superconducting material working at a room temperature that is beyond imagination. It is believed to be a part of a fusion reactor or a part of a material converter. Area 51 scientists have sufficient capabilities in reverse engineering. We can build a rail gun in three years and a commercial fusion reactor in ten years."

An excited voice reverberated as an echo in the empty office.

[Davis, railgun or fusion reactor is the second to go. The first is the car civilization itself. Perhaps It is the key to the space movement gate toward outer space and also the key to the four-dimensional division protection that exists at different times in the same space.]

"Ah, the space-time gate!"

Davis cried out involuntarily. According to the ancient records of Freemasonry, the Tower of Babel was the gate into the 4D world.

[That's why it must be returned. Now report Predator performance.]

"Psychic Hunter has been prepared for 10 high-level, 50 low-intermediate, 150 Mechani-Hunter, and 30 Grendel. Production of additional Grendel was halted due to material shortages. The organic fission stopped at one-hundredth session."

[Let me get the new material for it. Haven't you found Ocelot's whereabouts yet?]

"Yeah, we've mobilized the CIA to its full potential, but there was no trace of it."

[I should've done that earlier. Have you figured out the psychic Haunter's self-destruction yet?]

"I am sorry. We set the direction toward machine learning (computer cognitive learning) instead keep organizing neurons and replacing synaptic ions."

[The entree (the whole) went to the United States and turned into the main course. After all, you made a powerful fool and a blood-crazed killer!]

A deep sigh shook his head. Davis lowered his head to the ground. For decades, he invested the best brain resources and astronomical funds, but he failed to address the degeneration of transplanted brains of his own. He turned to artificial intelligence, but even he didn't know when he would succeed.

[Davis, the answer lies in the gift of God. If a coin has heads, there are also tails. Retrieve the Ooparts at all costs, and investigate the overturned stratum thoroughly.]

"Does the Baphomet really exist?"

[I am the descendant of Ka, the owner of the all-seeing eye 'Providence Eye'. Baphomet is sleeping somewhere. He may have already woken up. I am feeling a strong presence.]

"Oh! Maybe Abaddon?"

Davis recalled Adam's report. Without Baphomet, the Socrates project in Syria cannot be shattered in an instant, and the magnificent Kaparuja Valley can be made flat.

[Abaddon?]

"Yes, the one who ruined our business in Syria and vanished away at the site."

[No. Baphomet is not a frivolous entity that will be destroyed by a natural disaster to that extent.]

The grand black mamba of the world has been degraded to a frivolous existence at the mouth of Grandmaster Lamartine.

"Can we control such a strong being?"

[Davis, did you forget that this is the owner of Providence Eye?]

"Moan!"

Shocked by the intense thought wave, Davis grabbed his head.

[The Predator can only play a role of causing confusion. Find the Baphomet. For an honorable deed!]

The goldfish, which had puckered his mouth, swung his tail and dived.

[For the holy spirit!]

Davis closed the shielding door. A heavy silence was laid down in the space of 600 meters underground.

"Just do it at all cost!"

Davis turned to Chiffon. Although his intelligence is low, he is the only psychic hunter that has maintained his ego. I don't actually know how long it will hold, though.

"First, I need to send in a mechanical hunter."

Davis bit his lip. The flies run wild, but the Mambasa area is the backyard of the United States. You can run, but you can't hide. He picked up a yellow communicator. You need to release the ferocious dog to catch the cat that bit the fish and ran away.

******

Hae Young was detained in the security team's detention center. The iron door slammed shut and locked. The size of the space looks about 40 square feet. There was nothing but an iron bed in the small prison. The air in the room was steamy hot due to the heated concrete walls and thick iron gates.

Hae Young, who was sitting blankly on the bed, bit her lip and lifted up her blue uniform. Half of her white breasts turned black and bruised. These are the traces left by a dirty nigger. She never knew that a single misjudgment would drag her fall into hell.

"Dirty bastards!"

She felt dizzy with the rushing shame of her on top of the pain. Irrational and ruthless violence makes human beings infinitely miserable. Neither beauty nor intelligence did anything to help the violence wielded by the great organization. The incomparable words that lack of power is a sin from Moo sang struck her heart.

"Ahh! What am I supposed to do now?"

She felt miserable. The reason she hid Ooparts was that she didn't want to lose her achievements to Samuel, and if possible, she wanted to help her country. In retrospect, it was not a sin. It was neither stolen nor deceived. A simple omission is not a sin. Hae Young believed in a time.

Although time had passed, her situation was much worse than she had expected. She couldn't even see anyone other than a security guard in black clothes, let alone a lawyer. She was taken to the interrogation room at night. The sound of shoes resounding along with the darkness was a great fear to her.

The same questions and the same answers come and go every day. Abuses, beatings, and vulgar abuses were repeated every day. Her gleaming eyes faded, and her shiny hair became dull. She endured inhumane abuse relentlessly, reminiscing about the times she had fun with Moo sang.

"Moo sang; I'm sorry. Guess I am being punished now. I'll give you the treasure, sob!"

Hae Young cried every day on the dirty bed. The desire to even smell him supported her exhausted body. Falling into self-deprecation as a price for betraying Moo sang, she did not blow the discoid Ooparts hidden in the old Limbali tree. It was the last pride of her and a vague wait. McKinley made the mistake of not getting the Ooparts that could have been obtained in a coercive way.

******

Helen, who put Hae Young in trouble, was also not in a very good situation. [Catch Me] is a joke that can be used only by lovers on the beach. If she uses it recklessly against an opponent who is filled with hatred, she will get hit a big one. An angry hound followed endlessly.

Lieutenant Colonel Milovic paid the price in large for overconfidence in the ability of the Ubiksa (KGB 7th Division Superpower Team) team. The Yankees' net was wide and tough. Helen and Ubiksa are chased by the Shadow and are attacked by an unidentified group. In a mess, the 60 agents were reduced to 25, but instead of the exit route, Uganda, they were driven to the opposite side, Kisangani.

Whoosh. The local heavy rains unique to the Ituri jungle poured cheerfully. The sky was filled with the sound of rain as if there was a hole in the sky.

"It is nice not to have the damn flies and Mitch Yure, but..."

Milovic looked at the waterfall falling through the gap in the canopy with a puzzled expression. It's been twelve days since he wandered through the jungle with a Yankee on his back. He was sick of the jungle but even more sick of the Shadows. As soon as he seemed to be escaped from their chase successfully, a new team appeared and got in his way.

He tried to get out of the net by squeezing through the cracks, but he was blocked by those who wore black masks and flew like butterflies. Unidentified masked bastards were as disgusting as the Shadow.

The lowland below the cave turned into a swamp. The secondary forest, overgrown with rough ferns and weeds, turned into a yellow ocher sea in an instant. Food ran out, but he could not afford to enter a pygmy village where cholera was rampant.

He got a creaking sound from his stomach. He ate nothing but a few bugs for a full day. Before he was shot to death, he seemed going to get swallowed by the jungle. In fact, half of the deaths were not killed by humans but by the jungle.

"Shevchenko!"

"Yes, comrade!"

A small man came out of the cave.

"How long will it rain?"

The man raised up his arms and closed his eyes.

"Clouds are getting thinner, and air pressure is 5% less than it was 10 minutes ago. I think it will stop in about 70 minutes."

"I am relieved!"

Milovic nodded his head. The weather forecast of Shevchenko is incomparably more accurate than that of the Meteorological Agency.

"Is Helen okay?"

"The comrades are thoroughly protecting it."

"Well, when I get home, I would not cast my net."

"I will release both the spinning squirrel and the caged bird."

Shevchenko was deeply detested. The stress trapped in the net gnawed at him as much as his hunger.

"Has the situation changed?"

"Changed from annihilation to blocking. It means getting a harder hammer."

"Huh, a harder hammer! I have no choice but to play the last card before my head breaks."

Milovic patted the bright red frog that had fallen on his shoulder and murmured. It was a terrible jungle where you could not relax even for a moment.

"Comrade, I am sorry."

"No, I didn't know they had superpowers too. Set up the satellite communications."

"Is it going to be Kasese?"

"Yes."

If the mesh is small, there is no choice but to tear it. There are sharp knives that will tear the net, MI-24 Hind attack helicopters that have raged in Afghanistan in Kasese. If they come with less armament and with the auxiliary fuel tank, they can fly to Mambasa sufficiently.

"Comrade, this is a Yankee no-fly zone. It could be difficult for the Party and Comrade General."

Shevchenko put the brakes on it. It's a sole secret operation in Yankee's semi-territories. Whether you live or die, you must solve the problem independently. Even if we requested support, there was a high possibility that the General Bureau would remain ignorant.

"Throw the Glasnost to a dog."

Milovic grumbled. Gorbachev did not approve any overseas operations that could lead to direct conflict with the United States. This operation is also at the level of Lubyanka. If you call in reinforcements, you can be reprimanded even if you return successfully. Of course, there were no complaints. Such is the fate of a spy.

"This is not the time to insult Comrade General. A situation in which you are subjected to self-criticism~"

"There is no problem with that. Helen, who has acquired Ooparts, is a people's hero. People's heroes should be treated worthy of their titles. We must bring Helen and Oopartz into the arms of our country."

"Ah! All right."

Shevchenko immediately understood. Our country is better than America because we have patriots like Helen and Milovic.

"Call for assistance just before the rain stops and evacuate immediately."

"Yep!"

Milovic glanced at the back of his lieutenant as he entered the cave. He was grateful to Helen for the heroic event and her subordinates who endured until now. Ubixa (cruel killer) is not a bloodless, tearless monster. They also have people waiting at home. The lives of her subordinates were more important than reprimands.

Of course, there is no guarantee that you will exit smoothly even if you receive Hind support. There's no way the Yankees can sit back and watch. After all, nothing is certain on the battlefield. It is a hundred times better if there is even a faint light than it is completely dark.

******

The seven-story white building on the left side of Lubyank Square in Moscow is the KGB headquarters, called Lubyanka. A satellite phone call from Kasese, Uganda, cluttered the office of the First Director-General. The conference room was filled with Director General Mikhail and Pomsky's seven-part series overseas series.

"Pomsky, how are we going to beat out the Yankees who are annoying us? Shall we send the Sukhoi squadron to the Angola base? If we pour about 20 tons of cluster bombs, will they turn into the dirt in the air?"

Mikhail flashed his eyes. Pomsky had goosebumps on his arm. Not even a joke to say. It's about going to war with the United States. The attendees also held their breath. The mad tiger, Mikhail, was the one who surely could do that.

This is the ATACMS surface-to-surface missile system.

Although it was developed in the 1980s, it is still the most powerful weapon in the world.