Mercenary Black Mamba

"Comrade General Director, you can't even visit Kulak (Notorious Former Soviet Political Prisoner Camps)."

The situation was so urgent that a hand was coming out of his throat, but sending a MiG was no different from saying that he risked his political life with the Director General.

"Heh heh heh! I reject Kulak as well. Let's mobilize a Hynd to take out only the Ubiksa comrades. How about this?"

Mikhail laughed softly. He was the mastermind of the shooting down of the Korean civil aircraft. The price of reprimanding Yankee minions was international isolation. Bombing U.S. camps with MiG aircraft could lead to World War III. They couldn't self-destruct just because Gorbachev didn't want it.

"..."

Pomsky had a hard time answering. The general secretary, who was pursuing an open policy, had no way of signing an operational order, but he was not a Yankee to watch either. As the probability of being shot down increases, so does the political burden.

"Comrade General Director, the 11th Aircraft Carrier Strike Team is sailing over Mogadishu. As soon as the Hynd crosses the Zaire border, the aircraft that launched from Nimitz will fly like a swarm of bees."

Pomsky bluntly refused.

"A Hynd can fly 10 meters above the ground. Wouldn't it be possible to dodge the ship's radar by flying low? "

"Ituri Jungle canopy is 80m~120m. There are also reconnaissance planes and reconnaissance satellites. Uncle Sam's early warning system is efficient. Besides, they put the latest ATACMS on Mambasa. It's an annoying Mai Mai cleaning, if they make a mistake Uganda air base becomes unable to pull its bones together. You can't pour a bottle of oil to pick up sesame seeds, can you?"

Pomsky stopped hard. How such a metal fragment did political and military adventure! It was good to use a Hynd to rescue the Ubiksa team, but it was a pain in the ass if it would shoot down.

"It doesn't mean let's fight with Yankee. Are they crazy enough to send a fighter jet to shoot down a rescue helicopter?"

Mikhail strongly held on.

"Hynd is not a rescue helicopter, and angry wasps are not willing to take any risk. Stingers are threatening enough, too. Please, think of Afghanistan's nightmare."

To be honest, Pomsky wanted to get his subordinates out on the condition that they hand over Opatz or whatever is called. Hynd was so fierce that it was called Satan's chariot in Afghanistan, but things changed one hundred and eighty degrees when the Mujahideen got Yankee support. Stinger dropped Hynd like a duck. There was no way that they could be stupid to lean on the mercy of the enemy and launch an operation.

"Pomsky, I hate capitalist pigs. If they placed ATACMS in Eungpanwaja, it means that there is something just as important. Thanks to Comrade Stalin's quick withdrawal of Hitler's legacy, the country became a great power. Since Comrade Brezhnev, the country has become fragile over time because the brave secretary was not selected. Comrade Gorbachev, whose liver was the size of a flea, had set out to abolish nuclear weapons. Shirokov!"

"Yes, Comrade General Director!"

Africa/The Middle East director stood up suddenly.

"How many Hynds are there in Caseze?"

"There are three squadrons, but the 2nd Squadron is operating in Darfur, and the 3rd Squadron is under maintenance. The 1st Squadron consists of one offensive type and three armed types."

"If there are three armed types, it's perfect to put Milovic's team in the stomach. There's a Korean proverb that says if you save something too much, it will become dung. If the Yankees reverse-engineer a temperature superconductor and commercialize a nuclear fusion reactor and rail gun, a fat pig puts the world in its grip and our country becomes a bird. I'll listen to Comrade Flea's accusations."

Mikhail kept his mouth tight and gave strength to his eyes.

"Comrade General Director!"

Pomsky raised his voice. Milovic's team could get out of the net as long as they give up Opatz. Mikhail raised his hand and stopped Pomsky.

"I know enough what you're worried about. If you don't save the people's hero, who will give their life for the country! How can you get the treasure without running a risk? Send Hynd immediately to bring the Hero and Opatz to Moscow!"

"Yes, Sir."

Pomsky explored with anger, but he was powerless to reverse his superior's decision. Pomsky couldn't help but put out the shameful statistics that 269 fight jets and helicopters of his country were shot down by 340 Stingers fired by the Mujahideen guerrillas in Afghanistan.

******

Brigadier General McKinley of Green Zone explored with anger a hundred times more than Pomsky.

"Did you say it disappeared again? Are that Slaughterer's (Ubiksa) bastards really ghost? Is it?"

McKinley stared at Lieutenant Colonel Hammer and Colonel McPherson with sharp-edged eyes.

"..."

The two became honey-eaten dumb.

"Urgh! At best, I drove him into a corner..."

McKinley sat down with a thud. It wasn't a thing that happened once or twice. If they wanted to drive into a dead end with superpowers and military dogs at the fore, the trace was cut off. There was a person in the Ubiksa team who had the ability to erase odors and traces and distort the scenery. There was no use in pushing the subordinates.

The guerrilla tracking Roske was also a serious discouragement. All kinds of nonsensical warlords got involved and interfered with the operation. Especially for FDLR guys in Rwanda, there was nothing to be persistent about. After the men who turned their eyes on the gold mine frantically tracked the Ubiksa team, they kept bumping into Shadow. They would cleverly divert Shadow's nerves towards the guerrillas and escape like a shadow. The Duke, who had been trying to gain the Mambasa area, returned to Jachungsu.

"They're one step ahead of Shadow. The real shadows are them, Sir."

Lieutenant Colonel Hammer spat out grumpy words. The ability of Ubiksa that he had only heard of was amazing. His combat capabilities and stealth abilities surpassed Shadow. When he was in a corner, he even displayed superpowers, such as controlling insects and animals, changing the terrain, and fantasizing. Even holding the tail, it was common to miss.

In the end, they had no choice but to change the offensive operation into an interception operation and wait for the Psychic Hunter to come. He wanted to shoot and kill McKinley, who was scratching like a raging mother-in-law while knowing the situation clearly before others did.

"What is it? Are our superpowers playing with monkeys?"

McKinley messed up.

"It must be said that the one who is one step below, no, on the same level, has an advantage in desperately escaping. The capable man will arrive in two days. Until then, we just need to catch them."

"Ahh, damn it!"

McKinley's face rotted. It was not that he traced back because he didn't know what to do. The organization's reprimand was waiting. If they wanted to make an excuse at least, they needed to retrieve the Opatz quickly.

[Beep beep]- The communicator rang. Milovic finished the compressed communication at the moment but failed to deceive the NSA's ears. Over the equator, Pegasus in geostationary orbit caught the military X-band 8.1GHz upward frequency. Mikhail and Milovic were hitting the ground.

The NSA immediately sent information to the Green Zone and the destroyers. Curtis Wilbur and Blue Ridge were tense. It was difficult to rule out the possibility that an ignorant polar bear could fly a MiG from an Angola base. The destroyers allocated radar resources to eastern Zaire and linked it with the Green Zone Combat Information Center.

"This Curtis Wilbur CIC(Combat Information Center), Sir."

Hammer handed the receiver to McKinley. This was a secret communication that the commander needs to receive himself. McKinley was nervous.

"So Gorbachev became crazy."

[Bang]- McKinley picked up the communicator and put it down as if to throw it away.

"The ESM (Electronic Surveillance Means) team gave anti-aircraft defense posture instructions. Colonel McPherson, prepare anti-aircraft guns and Hammer, supply the Shadow Team with Stingers."

"Anti-aircraft defense? Who is your opponent? But we haven't finished building a radar base yet."

Colonel McPherson's eyes grew larger.

"The guy who is going to fight with the USA on the planet is obvious. The polar bear must have pulled out a card to get the rat out."

Lieutenant Colonel Hammer gave the answer.

"Hey, are you going to start World War III?"

Colonel McPherson breathed the hot air.

"Hammer, there is no time to chat. When the MiG sorties, the carrier or Kenya Air Force Base will take care of it. We only need to defend helicopters."

"We don't have a Cobra, what are we going to do?"

McPherson frowned. Unfortunately, there was no Cobra in the camp to deal with Hynd. Unlike the jungles of Southeast Asia, Ituri Jungle had a canopy that completely covers the ground. It was difficult for the helicopter to lock on the ground target, and the attack precision was also poor. There was no reason to hold on to an expensive weapon with no utility and no use, but the reason that didn't exist just occurred.

"For a polar bear dragonfly, Stinger and Vulcan are enough. How is the Stinger stock?"

"The Shadow Team has 10 and the Marine Corps have 25, Sir."

"Colonel McPherson, leave only 5 for camp defense, and hand over 15 to the Shadow."

"I'll do, Sir."

The camp was busy. The atmosphere of the regional war between the smiles that summoned Asura was at its peak. This was the case that happened while Black Mamba was flying to Novatopia aboard Garura.

******

At the dawn of January 31, 1987, the sky trembled as if it was about to pour heavy rain at any moment. Ituri province across the equator had no distinct dry and wet seasons. From March to November of the following year it would rain heavily and from December to February less rain. It was an unusually thick rain cloud for January.

The darkest hour was just before twilight when night and day intersected. [Tutututu]- The silent rotor spinning shook the dark darkness. Ivanov, the leader of the tactical team and commander of the 1st Squadron, received only one command.

[Rescue the people's hero who has been financed by Mambasa.]

The armed type, which can accommodate 8 troops, adopted a side-by-side cockpit, so the projectile area was wide and the weapon was poor. There was only one attacking type with good mobility and well-armed, but it had no choice but to transport the Ubiksa team.

[Whizz] - The powerful camouflage engine boosted the RPM. Hynd's squadron rose into the dark night sky. Hynd was capable of ultra-low altitude but had no talent to fly between dense trees like a fan-headed eagle. Ivanov's squadron evaded the radar and skimmed through the canopy.

Hynd's squadron was spotted by a flying blackbird and a keyhole satellite at an altitude of 300 km 5 minutes after takeoff along the equator. The sky watcher couldn't see the ground, but he was looking at the top of the canopy like a palm.

-Ocafi, four carriages ran away. The direction of flight was 214, speed was 320km. Direction of exaltation was Tabora. It takes 35 minutes to arrive at camp.

ESM (Electronic Surveillance Means) team immediately notified the helicopter assault information to the Camp Combat Information Center.

"Damn, they're coming out passively. I'd rather fly the MiG."

Hammer grumbled. He expected it but never thought it would fly off his feet. The depth was too short. The Nimitz carrier was 1,400 km away. The battle was entrusted to the camp. It was a shame that the attack Cobra helicopter couldn't do it. The basic base of the Huey was transportation. Compared to Hynd, its maneuverability and strike power were significantly behind. Not to mention the reconnaissance Little Bird.

"Don't be too heartbroken. Who would have imagined the helicopter before."

Lieutenant Colonel Michell comforted.

"That's right. We prepared it just in case, but who knew we could use the Stinger and anti-aircraft guns."

Hammer nodded.

"As long as we have a radar system and a missile defense system, we have nothing to worry about. Tup!"

"Can you have everything? Hynd is strong, but Stingers are enough."

"How did you build the air defense team?"

"I grouped 4 Stingers into groups of 5. The Marine Corps provided 15 20mm M61 Vulcan cannons and 30 12.7mm heavy machine guns. We're going to tie up the Stinger and anti-aircraft guns and send them to the expected area."

"What is their destination?"

"Wamba or Tabora. In two places the hydrophone caught the rat."

"For now, Let's also Huey and Little Bird on emergency standby. I'm not sure if the 7.62mm will fit the wagon, but it's better than nothing."

"All right. Let's start."

[Ae-ae-ae-ae]- Sirens cried frantically. After evacuating civilians to an air-raid shelter, the anti-aircraft team moved to Wamba and Tabora, which are believed to be the hiding points of Ubiksa.

******

70 minutes before dawn, Milovic left the beat at the appointed time. Hynd's flight speed was 350km per hour. It was going to arrive in 40 minutes from Caseze to Mambasa. The Ubiksa team hid on the edge of Edos where the helicopter could lower the fast rope.

"Comrade, shall we fire a flare?"

"Stop it! Do you want to taste the ATACMS firewalls?"

Milovic, who was startled, stopped Sevchenko's words. The coordinates have already been encrypted. It was better to run short than to announce the coordinates through a smoke screen.

"I'm coming, Sir."

[Tututu]- The helicopter rotors rang. Milovic was anxious. The success of the eviction depended on the Yankees' air defense radar. As long as the rescue team could deceive the radar, they could return the gold to the motherland.

The Shadow Team and Marine Corps, commanded by Lieutenant Colonel Hammer, waited for guests at Wamba. The purpose was different, but Hammer was as upset as Milovic. The place where the rat hid was Wamba. It was a shame that half the power which sent Tabora was not there.

[Tutututu]- The sound of the rotors became faster. Hynd's squadron, like going past by a canopy, was in a hurry. It stretched out like the ribs of a fan and raised its height. It locked on. A thin yellow stick rose through the dark veil on the ground. It was a Stinger.

"Dog-like bastards!"

Milovic spat out profanity.

Hynd Mi24F, as it is made in the Soviet Union, is strong and armed, Sir. Surion is with a smack~

Roadrunner, running at 40-60 km/h on a new theme. Insects, lizards, and rattlesnakes are stapled foods.

It is an American famous character prototype.