Mercenary Black Mamba

The Black Mamba looked down at a pale face in sadness. Her eyelids moved. A light smile appeared on her chapped lips. The smile that started from an oral angle spread like a wave. In the REM sleep state, Hae Young was enjoying a beautiful dream.

She clasped her hands with Mu Ssang's and climbed the Achimgarigol. The sky sparkled with white snow. The shade fell to the knees. The sun felt icy. It was difficult to take one step, but Mu Ssang walked very well. While crossing a frozen creek, she hit her butt and fell to the ground.

Aww! Mu Ssang clapped his hands and laughed. A baby roe deer, startled by the pretense of popularity, jumped out from under the daboksol. The guy who had lost his direction and was running wildly crashed into a pine tree. The snow on the branches poured like a waterfall.

Mu Ssang who struck a thunder in the snow had a tearful face. He had this coming. Hahaha! He clapped his hands and laughed. Mu Ssang pushed his capacious back. A male servant ran. Yes! The male servant carried his wife and ran through the snow-covered mountain road as if he was running on a flat road.

In the Finnish sauna that Mu Ssang built with his skill, snow was falling outside the window like a bunch of pieces of cotton and a white glossy pebble was burning in the Pečka. Was there different heaven? It was heaven where one was with loved ones. Mu Ssang poured water into the hot Pečka. Pitter-patter! Hot steam burst suddenly.

"Oh, it's hot!"

Her consciousness returned. The familiar sour smell and thick air rushed in. She hated it. The dream being stopped was more pitiful than the miserable reality. Consciousness wandered in search of the boundaries of dreams amid reality.

"Yeah!"

The consciousness that refused to connect flickered. Was it a dream in a dream? She was being held by someone. It was comfortable. It was so comfortable that her soul did not refuse. Someone? There was no one other than Mu Ssang who had such a firm and comfortable arm...

"Lin!"

"I hate it!"

She did not want to break from a comfortable and endlessly sweet dream. The fragile spirit and body refused to return to Reality.

"Lin!"

A voice from the depths of the water, a low-pitched tone, shook her brain and resonated with her soul. It was a voice she missed. A firm, soft hand caressed her buttocks and back.

"Mu Ssang?"

Hae Young opened her eyes widely. The body recognized it before the brain judged. That was him. The voice she wanted to hear in her dreams. The touch that she missed like crazy. That was him.

"Yeah, I'm here!"

A hoarse, cracked voice rang out. "I'm here!" Her upper body jumped up as if a single word was a spell. Numerous questions that should have come to mind disappeared. Only the words that he could say rang like a spell.

"Aww!"

As she was standing on the floor, her knees bent. A terrible pain started in her lower back and hit her nerves. It felt like her body was being torn into two sides. Tuck! A firm arm wrapped around her waist. A very familiar sensation spread the whole body.

"Hehe..."

It wasn't a dream. Was there any strength left? He grabbed her with oxen-like strength and sobbed like a wounded beast. That was him. Mu Ssang whom she missed in her dreams had come.

"Let's go!"

Black Mamba wrapped Hae Young with a blanket and held her in her arms.

"Ahhhh!"

Hae Yung was startled. Consciousness was connected to the current situation. Green Zone with thousands of soldiers and monsters was also a detention house guarded by monstrous black uniforms. There was a big problem.

"Ah! Oh my God! No!"

Hae Young writhed. When she regained her consciousness, only the thought that something serious had happened filled her head. She resented the fact that she had not died in the first place and had been attracted to Mu Ssang.

"You idiot, why did you come? Get out of here immediately."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Black Mamba was calm.

"Ah, what should we do? I mean if you get caught, you will die."

Hae Young was anxious.

"I'm Mu Ssang."

A thick baritone-like voice echoed through the narrow cell. A powerful interference field stroked her unstable mind.

"That's right, government affair Mu Ssang, the male servant!"

Fear and anxiety disappeared like a lie. When Mu Ssang came, the nightmare was over. She had developed a baseless belief that all the problems would be resolved on their own. She didn't have to smell a dirty Yankee's rotten mouth. She didn't have to be hit by a rubber club and didn't have to be plagued with endless questions.

"Huh!"

As soon as they left the detention house, Hae Young turned her head. Two bodies with their necks dropped and one with a neck turned to the other side. That was a bloody scene. It was a terrible scene to see even in a dream.

"Don't look!"

"It's okay. Don't worry!"

Hae Young bit her lip. The camp was not a motel. It was an event that would naturally happen when Mu Ssang appeared through strict security. The male servant as expected! After 10 years, the male servant was back.

Shaaak! Vajra cut the iron gate like paper. Clang! The handcuffs rolled the 10mm steel plate in a circle. Clang! A bright blue flame ignited and the steel plates were glued together as if they were welded. Pat-pat-pat! Like a finger pierced through window paper, he pierced a hole in the iron plate.

In an instant, a steel basket with a lid was made. He couldn't leave the camp like he was taking Hae Young on a cruise. If he was alone, there was nothing to be afraid of, but Hae Young's safety was the priority.

"What happened?"

Hae Young opened her mouth. An iron plate was an iron plate, not paper or clay. It was said that in 10 years, the country would change and Mu Ssang had turned into a monster.

"How come!"

"That's what I've heard a lot."

Hae Young smiled faintly. Mu Ssang was always like that. He used to show non-human abilities in the past, but he said that it happened by chance.

"Bear it even if you feel frustrated."

"It must be heavy..."

Hae Yung looked at the large backpack and the steel basket with worried eyes. No matter how strong Mu Ssang was, the worry prevailed.

"Trust this male servant!"

Black Mamba spread his clothes on the floor, grabbed Hae Young, put it in the steel basket he had made, and closed the lid. The backpack was turned forward and carried, and the steel basket was secured to his back with an army rope.

Beep, beep! The radio indicator that Shadow was holding flickered. Crash! He trampled on them relentlessly and pulled out Rakshasa. Judging from their vigilance of them, there was a high possibility that their deeds were revealed. They couldn't afford to mess around.

"I'll step back quietly today."

Whoosh! A black shadow crossed the camp like the wind. Unsurprisingly, the siren sounded urgent as they crossed the parade ground. The camp's response, which had been plagued by intruders, was remarkably quick.

The outer boundary lights lit up. Numerous red laser points were scattered across the ground from the roof of the building and the boundary watchtower. Rumble! The armored car moved and armed forces poured out of the camp.

"Stop. Or we'll shoot!"

A group of troops blocked the front. Q&A dance, Whizz! Rakshasa caused a tornado. Whaa! The whirlwind came. The shadow team on standby didn't even have time to pull the trigger. Flesh and blood splattered.

"I can't leave my bed behind."

If the helicopter pursued, the plan of escaping through the upper canopy of the treetop would be messed up. Whoosh! A tornado hit an aviation battalion that was lined up in the main field. Aviation Battalion, 17th Marine Regiment, which was changed to a battalion formation, met with a whip lightning bolt flying at the speed of sound.

Quack! Bang, bang! Canopy, rotors, tail booms, and landing gear, all shredded like cabbage on a chopping board. A tornado that made 24 helicopters out of scrap metal all over the place without any hindrance smashed into the outskirts.

"Ouch, what is that?"

"Shoot. I said shoot!"

Tutututu! Tatatata! The air corps guard company fired bullets belatedly, but it was like only sitting and watching. When Black Mamba would sprint, he could run 100m in 2.5 seconds. Target fixation was impossible due to human fuselage vision.

It took less than 100 seconds for Black Mamba to pull Hae Young out, smash the air battalion, and reach the outer barbed-wire fence. Even Black Mamba of the world could not jump over the high-pressure barbed wire that was 5m high and 10m wide in an unnatural posture carrying 140kg of luggage forward and backward.

Moreover, at night, the ADS defense system was active. There was no countermeasure to overwrite the heavy machine gun crossfire network in the air. He pulled out a pouch containing 20 grenades from his backpack.

"Cover your ears!"

Thump, thump, thump! The grenades flew in a row. Bang, bang! Almost at the same time, there was an explosion. At once, the barbed wire that covered 20 grenades broke open. Vroom! Rakshasa caused a tornado. A whirlwind rushed in.

"It's the front door!"

"Charlie, red point! Charlie, red point!"

Tutututu! A heavy machine gun mounted on the main gate tochka opened fire. The laser points flocked in unison. Tutututu! ADS machine guns installed on the top of the barbed wire fired all at once. Rakshasa's flat screen deflected the bullets falling like hail. Crack, crack! An ear-piercing plosive sounded like cracking.

Kkarang, kkarang! The LAV25 infantry fighting vehicle was maneuvered. Whizz! The sound of the turret spinning mixed with gunshots. The Bushmaster 25mm chain gun mounted on the LAV25 would fire 3,000 rounds per minute. Even Black Mamba's grandfather, not Black Mamba, would turn into blood cells when he overwrote the fire net.

Hurried Black Mamba accelerated. Shuang! A tornado attacked the fire-breathing tochka from the front. Whoo! Blood and shards of iron flew out. The tornado was wide and passed through the pierced barbed wire, smashed the guard post, and crossed the camp entrance.

"Ahh!"

"Ahh!"

Barbed wire was caught in the tornado, and guards covered in shredded materials were torn into several pieces. Whoosh! Bang, bang, bang! Dozens of bushmaster chain guns opened fire, but only the smashed front door was made of soy flour.

******

The gunfire and gunshots woke up all of the Fabius team members who had been pitching tents on the camp road. The team members, who were pulling their heads out, were terrified by the pouring shells and covered up.

"Ugh, kess? (What is this?)"

A tornado whizzed right in front of Besson's nose. The hem of his clothes flew as if it was torn by the wind pressure. Besson, looking into the night view, stepped back in anger. When he turned his head, there was only moonlight and dust on the driveway.

"Speciale! (Special advisor!)" Fabius muttered.

It was a situation that couldn't be explained without a special advisor.

"What? Sse Ddankhwaiabeul!(What do you say? I can't believe it!)"

Besson shook his head.

"Look at that!"

The fake reporters' eyes widened all at once. Whoo! Armored cars and humvees poured out like angry boars. Behind them, infantry rushed out like water from a dammed reservoir.

"Heh, heh! I don't know what it is, but the special advisor got it right. Besson, this is the purpose of National Trezor."

Fabius smiled bitterly. It felt good as if the ten-year-old congestion had gone down.

Bang, bang, bang! Big and small red fireballs crossed the night sky without stopping. In the direction where Black Mamba disappeared, the swells and flashes continued endlessly.

"Fabius, it's not time to laugh. Yankees went crazy. Didn't the advisor tell us to retreat if it gets noisy?"

Besson hurried. If they hesitated, it would be like an innocent bystander getting hurt in a fight.

"Heh, heh. Torture to be caught by blind shelling is not a national treasure. Retreat!"

Having accomplished the purpose, Louupden and the operations department personnel set up the tent.

******

The campsite completely had made a wrong guess. The direction that Black Mamba escaped from was one point Magbagba in the direction opposite the main gate. He did not step on the ground. He ran 60-100m above the ground, stepping on the canopy that spread like a rug. If it wasn't for the Gongjinpa and the Fearless steps, it wouldn't have been possible.

Black Mamba, who ran 6km without a chance to breathe, checked the GPS and climbed down the treetops. Du-dung! Dimensional sight skimmed the floor. Black Mamba's gaze was directed at a thousand-year-old tree. The trunk was wide enough for a car that was wrapped around the large tree to pass in and out. It was a Limbali Nogusu (old, big tree) common in the Ituri Jungle.

"You hid properly!"

He went inside the old tree and rubbed his feet four times. The ground lifted like a manhole cover and an ugly face easily rose.

"Wakil, welcome back."

"It is urgent. Put in order!"

He carefully lowered the steel basket to the beat and jumped into it without delay. Sun Woo-hyun shook his head. He had never seen Black Mamba rushing that much.

The bit was quite wide. Portable sodium lights were hanging on the wall, and the floor was thick with reeds. Thanks to a bunch of rieldrin, no bugs were running through it. It was a collaboration between Sun Woo-hyun, a master of making bits, and Olonge, a forest man.

"Hugh!"

Black Mamba took off his body armor and threw it. Steam welled up from his body. Without having time to arrange the rest of his stamina, he moved with much strength in a hurry. He took Hae Young out of the steel basket.

"Ahh!"

Jeong Pil-su and Olonge's eyes grew like a candlestick. The woman came out of the steel barrel. It wasn't a fairy tale or a novel but was a reality.

"Oh, no! She fainted."

Her limbs swayed slowly. These were the symptoms of a fragile and fast-beating heart, barely palpable pulse, and tachycardia. Riding the roller coaster with a weak body was enough to pass out.

"Is this a disgraceful thing?" Sun Woo-hyun screamed out of fear.

The result of her hard work like she would die was Eminai. His mind collapsed...

"Don't ask me anything!"

Sun Woo-hyun shut his mouth like a shellfish.

"Mushigi Eminaizibi? What about Jin Soon? Or Edel? Wakil how can you do that? Jin Soon's temperament is not usual. What are you going to do about the backseat?"

Countless questionable thoughts circulated in his head. His mouth was tickled, but he felt like he would get hit if he uttered a single word.