Mercenary Black Mamba

He displayed the skill of Surreal Senses. At 3:15 p.m., the distance of 185m was dizzy. The guy, who killed group 3, moved 200 m at the moment. The physical exosuit's speed was nothing compared to him.

"Sevchenko, he's the special sniper," Milovic whispered.

The guy wasn't an ordinary person. Although the base was armed with a surreal sense and 16-fold night vision, there were many environmental constraints.

Sniper's trajectory was heavily influenced by wind direction at long distances (over 300metes) and wind speed at short distances. There couldn't be an anemometer at night time. If the grass shook lightly, it would be 1m/sec, and if the grass shook entirely as it was laid down, it would be 7m/sec. It was his approximate calculation to calculate the wind speed. However, it was irregular because the estimate was based on his experience.

He had to calculate the trajectory accurately and get a better margin of error to catch him. Milovic had no reason to be bothered because he had Sevchenko, a human weather station.

"Direction of Southwest 5 m/sec, the margin of error 3:18 upper and 1.8 Degree!"

Sevchenko immediately secured finances and spread them. Experienced Sevchenko considered the terrain and held his gun. An advanced sniper could identify and counterattack the trajectory of a bullet with only bullet dust embedded in the ground. Puck! Puck! Puck! Ass Val and PK machine guns fired simultaneously.

"Look at these guys!"

He had a pounding headache. Bullets hailed down on his hiding spot. Surprised, Black Mamba grabbed a drooping parasitic vine and pulled himself up into the air without having time to think. A thick vine strand twisted his ankle when he moved sideways like a swing.

"Gasp!"

Frightened, Black Mamba released the skill of Gongjinpa. If he used Gongjinpa aggressively, the hydrogen would escape from the water molecules. The vein that lost the water at once crumbled like dust.

Milovic didn't miss a chance. Aiming was enough in half a second. Puck! The bullet with 750 m/sec landed after 0.25 sec. Black Mamba's head swung around.

"Ouch!"

As expected, Ass Val was quick and powerful. A surprise attack from Ass Val that hit hard like a club made his head empty. Puck! Puck! Puck! He got three shots in an instant.

"Ugh!"

Black Mamba missed the parasitic vine and fell from the air. Sometimes, the god Black Mamba was humiliated.

"I got you!"

Sevchenko celebrated himself. At least three or four shots hit him.

"Tie him up!"

No 18, called Death Gardener, reached out. Dozens of the parasitic vines that drooped low as strings rushed to him like angry cobras.

"Ah, Fuck Jotto (Damn it)!"

Black Mamba spoke out the foul-mouthed torrent of abuses. The Bossaurus' bulletproof jacket defended well but was hit as many as four times. He couldn't imagine that they had four supernatural power to move plants! His head buzzed and bones throbbed. It's been a while since a bullet hit him!

Ubiksa followed the teleportation tightly and targeted the aim despite the darkness and an obstacle. In other words, someone had superpowers similar to dimensional sight. The bulletproof helmet must have been cracked or perforated with the shot of Ass Val, but there was no way to check.

"Holy shit!"

Black Mamba's eyes shone in blue. Seeing dozens of vines that were heading toward him like venomous snakes in the dark was a horrible scene. It was nothing if one knew. Black Mamba waved its hand. The Gongjinpa pulverized the vine.

"It has disappeared. It's on 11:30. Push it and open the terrain."

The first group went straight and the Second group moved to the left. There was a burnt area 1 km back. Some places in the jungle of Ituri were burned and dried up because of the collapse between militants. Seven Ubiksa who operated the exosuit ran through the forest like a leopard.

"Are their livers swollen or the heads swollen?"

Black Mamba was dumbfounded. When three men in blue were down, they jumped just with their end toes and stuck their elbows to the body like crocodiles. It was the method of minimizing the area to avoid the hit of bullets, but it was useless to the god-level sniper.

Puck! Black Mamba attacked relentlessly. Fish was just a fish and the angler was just an angler. The first shot hit the top of the helmet of Group 2's No. 22.

"Argh!"

The head of No. 22 tilted back by the lever principle. A series of bullets penetrated the middle of the eyes. 4,200J shot was strong enough to penetrate the cephalic. The bullet trapped in the amoeba helmet jumped like an angry wild horse. The head of No. 22 looked like the apple in the blender.

"No. 22 got hit. 11 O'Clock."

Milovic, who captured the heat source, struggled.

"Argh!"

Black Mamba, aiming for the third man after shooting the second one, laid flat as if he was stuck on the ground. The bullets poured from the right side. The bullet was accurate. The tree used as a cover was shattered.

The opposite person was also a superpower who saw darkness as daytime. He had a hard time avoiding fastly while shooting accurately. Unfortunately, he dug in the ground because he missed the time to leave.

"Huh, it's gone."

Milovic was wonderous. He felt like he was fighting a ghost. One must die or run hundreds of meters away to escape his surreal sense.

"Sevchenko!"

Milovic looked back at the deputy. Sevchenko could read the mood of the air. None of the people couldn't escape from his superpower if they were within 200 m.

"He didn't move."

"Is he underground?"

"Perhaps."

"It's rather good. No. 16 and 24, stick to him!"

The sound of the gun was stopped and two men in blue rushed in.

"Whoaa!"

No. 16 swung a knife. The white flame wrapping around the knife stretched out 10 meters. The soil at the hideout splashed and rock melted. The performance was spectacular, but No. 16 was not looking good.

"Hup!"

No. 16 jumped. He put a knife ahead and stuck it in a vertical position. It was an attempt to pour out flames deep. A finger was out of the surface of the ground. If one watched it closely, it was a middle finger. The tip of the finger nodded toward the falling No. 16.

A short and sharp gunshot was echoed. The Amoeba helmet, which also defended Dragunov's bullet, was penetrated helplessly by the finger wind. The finger wind was a hundred times cleaner than a bullet because it was spiked in cool and clear. No need to mention the human head.

"Gasp!"

A scream echoed. No. 16 was stuck in the ground like a mallard that was shot.

"No. 16..."

A sad scream was cried. The flame covered No. 24.

"I'll cook you all."

No. 24 hit both hands to the ground. The flame was being sucked into the coordinates like a whale.

"Ugh, what the hell is this guy!"

Frightened, Black Mamba built the wall with Gonjinpa but couldn't endure the heat of burning the whole ground. Is this karma because he cooked the mud chicken often since he was young? He was in danger of being a smoked duck. Unendurable Black Mamba popped out.

"I got you!"

Puck! Puck! Puck! Milovic's special rifle skill, Momiant Steelpat which made him a God's hand, poured on him. The head and the chest of the Black Mamba within the bullet's trajectory shook like a haze.

"Gasp!"

Milovic blew unnecessary air. It was possible because Momiant Steelpat had a dynamic visual activity of the superpowers. He twisted his neck about 90 degrees, tucked his stomach in, and bounced his pelvis up. They were all the parts that he was targeted. Neither Esper nor Predator couldn't move at the sonic sound, but the skeleton, ligaments, and muscles couldn't withstand the moves under the sonic sound.

"Is it a liquid metal robot?"

Milovic looked away, not thinking of a second shot. No. 24, who earned the time to attack, raised both arms. The atmosphere swirled with oxygen and hydrogen. A blazing fireball fluctuated between his arms. Hot air rushed to 30 meters away.

"Hey, are you still playing with fire? What do you think about your age?"

Black Mamba didn't give him a chance to attack. At the moment, when No. 24 threw a fireball, he flicked the finger wind. No. 24's middle forehead was penetrated and fell while looking away. No. 24 was covered with his fireworks and turned into ashes instantly. Black Mamba had disappeared.

"What the hell is he? Follow him!"

Sober Milovic let out an order.

"Gasp!"

A scream rang out. No. 17 was hit. Tut, tut, tut! Subordinates shot in the direction of No. 17 without waiting for instructions. This meant that they lost their composure. It was useless. He was not a man to be hit by blind bullets.

"Sevchenko, is he a predator?"

Milovic couldn't move hastily. The fight was reversed. He was not prey but a hunter. He felt a chill in his back. The anger disappeared while the fear filled in.

"No, the predator can't make an active circumstantial judgment. Only three Ubiksa members are needed to catch a predator. He's an unknown person of capacity."

"Do you mean either Black Mamba or Abaddon?"

"Yes, sir, it's unbelievable, but he is still a human. However, I feel like he's hesitating."

"The crazy one is hesitating?"

Milovic opened his eyes widely.

"That's how I felt."

"Well, how many do we have left?"

Milovic had a sour stomach. Without asking, he knew the number who had beaten was more than the remaining number.

"Seven were beaten. The fighting team was all gone, and only No. 18 and 19 left."

"Damn it!"

It was an unbelievable result. Eleven Ubiksa, including himself, was beaten by just one person. He didn't want to make such a bad joke.

"We had to do all our best from the beginning. Because of wiretappers, we didn't use the capabilities of supporting-firearm and extending-area."

Sevchenko secretly rebuked his boss.

"No. 16 and 24 has already been used."

"We need to activate the exosuit booster."

"The booster is not technically stable yet."

Milovic felt stuffy on his chest. Sevchenko's face was full of wrinkles. It was a side effect of continuously using their skills. If they activated the exosuit booster as well, their lifespan would be reduced by at least ten years.

"It's not a time to save our ability. I'm sure the U.S. has noticed us already. We need to kill him quickly and move our basement as soon as possible."

"We need to be alive to use the skills. Send No. 19 to tell No. 1 and 3 to carry No. 10 and the rest to join the battle."

Milovic's voice, who said yes, was out of power. Using guns and silent weapons unremunerative, they would take responsibility for all shits. A crazy sniper made all these messes.

"Oh, No. 19's vitality is gone. No. 18 is also disappearing."

Sevchenko, who was sending telepathy, jumped.

"What?"

Surprised, Milovic loosened his dimensional sight.

"Ugh! This... this punk!" Milovic's face twisted like an evil spirit. When they were discussing with the deputy, he erased the support team.

"How did it happen? There was no heat reaction."

Milovic gritted his teeth and muttered. He had no idea that the evil spirit had failed to properly operate his primary skill, close combat, because of hiding in the base where Helen was. If Black Mamba swung Rakshasa, they were all gone already.

"I'll have to check."

No. 18 and 19 were the masters of close combat. He couldn't believe that they were beaten without screaming.

Milovic looked down at No. 18 with a sad face. No. 18 was not completely dead yet. He was struggling to seize the life that was about to go. The cause of death was a tree branch that penetrated the uvula. There were no hospitals in the jungle of Ituri and no skilled surgeons. But it was filled with the full of murderers.

"No. 18, I'll take revenge on him in your name."

Puck! Milovic crossed the line and fired the Ass Val on his forehead. No. 18's face relaxed. A killer was better than a doctor at the end of pain.

No. 19 was poking his face under the bushes. Sevchenko overturned No. 19. His neck and face swelled like steamed bread and blue bruises were all over his legs. Milovic wanted to cry. How came Ubiksa died because of being stung by bees?

"It was Ituri's Vespa wasp. A couple of shots will shock you without the time to use the neutralizer."

Sevchenko pointed to a wasp that fell to the ground. They were giant creatures with a size of 70 mm. A wasp of this size was a monster.

The problem was the sprayer held by No. 19. The sprayer he had was provided by the Science Office of the Interior Bureau. It was a rare item that could spray the highly toxic organic phosphorus pesticides like fog within a radius of 3 meters. No way that No. 19 could not notice the approach of wasps and couldn't find why he was stung by wasps.

"A gunpowder reaction was left on the top of the nest."

Sevchenko held out a hornet's nest. Milovic immediately understood the situation. The guy was aiming at No. 19, returning to the base. He waited a time when No. 19 passed under the hornet's nest and shot down it. No. 19 was attacked by angry wasps. He stuck a tree's branch on No. 18's neck when he tried to help No. 19. He was not just a superpower man but a god of battle.

"Can I win?"

The sweat sprang up from his forehead and back. The body was honest.

"Comrade, we have to get back quickly. If he makes a raid on the base..."

"Oh, my!"

Surprised, Milovic kicked the ground.

******

Black Mamba was staring at the base like a cat looking for a mouse hole. It was as Milovic thought. He didn't worry about the number of soldier ants left in the tunnel.