Mercenary Black Mamba

The world was not always like his heart. If his ability was a centripetal force, the reason that would rule the world was a centrifugal force. The world that was on his side when he held power, of course, would go away when the centripetal force dropped.

The powerless Mu Ssang was framed and locked in a cold cell. He comforted his anger with a glass of cannon and a piece of fresh kimchi at a back alley pub. The powerful Black Mamba became the National Treasure. He became the king of a country and was revered as a divine being, Dubaiburupa. He drew the sword against the Yankees, who spent 350 trillion won a year in defense budget alone.

That's right. The world was a cruel fairy tale, full of selfishness, big and small. No one would turn to him when he whined that he had been betrayed, that he had been saddened, and that how could they do it to him. This was why he had to clench his teeth and sharpen his knife while he was whining.

******

The jungle where the secondary forest (primitive forest had been destroyed and developed as a colony where shrubs, thickets, and strong grass grew densely) was dark as if it was the end of dawn. Firearms, combat uniforms, Mitch helmets, masks, combat boots, and gloves were all black; the Shadow was no different from a ghost floating in the dark.

Black Mamba, crossing the forest, sprang up and clung to the canopy of Abyssinica's lower level. There was no human colugo (a bat monkey, which flies through the jungle using a cloak).

"So, they have money to burn," he said inwardly.

Cool eyes looked down at the ground. Like a Yankee with a lot of money, the items were terrible. Even if he picked up night vision goggles and red dots (dot sights) and sold them, it seemed that he would be left with purchasing all the equipment of the Korean army infantry company.

Shadow didn't slow down the four-week boundary, but the reaper was at his bedside. Purr! The shuriken with the resonant wave left his hand. Pop! The metal that penetrated the bulletproof helmet stirred the brain and medulla. The victim collapsed without a sound.

The moment the partner who sensed the abnormality turned his head, the Army rope grabbed his neck. Ddı-dık! The Shadow levitated at the speed of light. Black Mamba put the body across the branches and took off the headset. The Shadow was already dead when the rope wound his neck without a touch.

"Hogan, have you secured the crash site?"

"Yes, Commander! We're approaching under the cover of two teams."

"Mobilize metal detectors and evacuate occupants immediately."

"Yes, Sir!"

"The commander came out to shovel. This means," said Black Mamba in his mind.

Black Mamba's mouth, stealing short-distance communications, curled up gently. It was a hit from the start. Without going all the way to Ngpanwaza, the guy named the commander appeared. A miserable Hae Young with a broken neck and a broken heart was pictured in front of him.

"I'll give it back to you as it is," said Black Mamba inwardly.

Black Mamba smiled brightly. The northwest of Kidumbi was a volcanic mountainous terrain with an altitude of more than 2,000 meters above sea level, and it was notoriously harsh. It was the perfect environment for the assassin Black Mamba to rampage.

Boom, boom, boom! The heads of the two shadows who were hit by a triple-tap laser gun exploded at the same time. The F4-level bulletproof helmet was also pierced by the 4,500J bullet without any strength. Shadow Joe, who was holding his back, found the cover and blew himself up. Boom, boom, boom! There was a hole in his chest before he even landed.

"It is a sniper!"

"06-08-70"

Someone called the coordinates. These were the coordinates set by the Shadow Team to catch Black Mamba's speed. Since the coordinates were specified in the order of the direction - 10 and the fine direction - distance based on true north, it was possible to respond immediately, and the red dot dramatically would reduce the aiming time.

Tutututu! Bang! Bang! The bullets were fired right away. The cover of the Strangler Fig exploded. When the hideout was in trouble, Black Mamba grabbed the parasitic vines and jumped from one big tree to another big tree.

Pat-pat-pat! Black Mamba, who moved 150m at once, flew three steps in a row. Shadow couldn't see the sniper's shadow and they suffered helplessly. It took less than 10 seconds for 11 people to be erased.

"Gamma team got hit."

"It's Assassin."

"Direction is?"

"Use MGL."

"Configure the MAG network."

"Beta Team rear defense"

All kinds of reports and instructions could be heard from the headset. Kukung! A swoon rang out at the point of the helicopter crash. It was the first claymore explosion.

"Ahh!"

"Alpha Team two three and Beta team were beaten."

"Medic."

"Report damage."

"Four dead, two seriously injured."

Kukung! The second claymore burst.

"Ack!"

"Stop the access. Step down immediately."

"Robinson and Wilson got hit."

"Don't approach the helicopter. Focus on him. Transfer the wounded to Charlie Point. Trump, find and destroy the gangster."

******

"Heh, thank you so much!"

Sun Woo-hyun gave a rotten smile. As expected, they moved the wounded to Edos, where the claymores were installed. It matched the direction of one of the two openings.

"It's a gift from Lord Dubai!"

Zulu pressed the trigger without mercy. Kukung! The third claymore burst. The composition of 700g flew 700 iron marbles at a speed of Mach 3. The four wounded and the four Shadows carrying the wounded were torn like a rag.

"Ugh! Louse bastard!"

McKinley roared, unaware. The point where the claymores exploded was the wounded rescue area. That guy deliberately had installed it in a vacant lot. He blamed himself for not smashing the Gazelle in the air, but the gates of hell had already been opened.

"It's 400m ahead!"

Black Mamba's mouth curled upwards as he listened to short-distance communications. This was the voice of the man called commander. Dimensional sight unfolded. Humans within a radius of 400 meters came to his mind as it was seen by a wide-angle thermal imaging camera.

Sususu! The ghost jumped over from one tree to another tree. Whooosh! A group of soldiers fell from the air and stepped on the top of the Shadow hiding in the crevice of the rock.

"Argh!"

His head was hooked between his shoulders.

"Ahh..."

The moment the partner turned the gun, a kukri flashed. Black Mamba disappeared even before his severed neck fell.

"Ahh, that bastard."

"Appeared on the left. Ugh!"

"Hutton got hit."

"Scatter."

"No, no. Cover each other."

Screams and clamors came from the headset.

"I'll need to ask for support," said McKinley in his mind.

McKinley picked up the satellite phone with an unwilling hand. He didn't know the cold eyes staring at him from a crevice of rocks which was only 10 meters away.

When Black Mamba activated an assassination skill, it would melt into nature. If you hid in a rock, it would become a rock and if you hid in a tree, it would become a tree. When a sword came out of a hidden tree, even God couldn't avoid it. Shadow suffered not because they lacked ability and attention, but because of their inability to discern.

"Ahh, hush! Is it a phantom?"

Major Hogan, the senior team leader, was in the mood to fight evil spirits. His men fell, but the assassin didn't even show its shadow. The assassin was an invisible alien in Hollywood movies. Four groups were grouped together to provide mutual protection, but the damage speed only increased.

"Heh!"

Brains of the men in front of Hogan splattered on his face. Hogan fell back like a log without having time to look back at his partner first sergeant Ben. Even if he died, he had to check the trajectory of the bullet and die. Pat, pat! The crew behind him collapsed.

"I got it!"

"03-05-50"

Hogan called the location coordinates. Bang, bang, bang! Tutututu! 40mm grenades, anti-tank guns, and minimi machine guns were concentrated at 50m point in the direction of 3:05. 10m a square and a circle were devastated in one fell swoop. Hogan's face brightened. It was quick and powerful enough to get out of the invisible aliens.

"Ahh!"

The MGL shooter who hid in the rear was killed.

"Ahh, damn it!"

Hogan groaned. The bullet came from the 8 o'clock direction. To deviate 90 degrees from a 110 m radius from the point of impact, he would have to travel nearly 90 m. Was it possible for a human to travel 90 meters in one breath in the jungle, not on a land track?

"Heh! 04-07-00"

The anti-tank gunner called the coordinates at the moment when he lost his breath, but the suppression network was not formed. If the distance was zero, this was the rear support firearms team. This time, it teleported 150m. A scream was heard from the headset. The machine gunner and grenade gunner were killed.

Thump! Hogan's mouth opened agape at a powerful shock. Before the scream came out, the bullet that dug into the back of the gun smashed the soft water. Mental arithmetic and interrogation were the last operations performed by Captain Ben Hogan's brain.

"He's an invisible, multi-talented teleporter. Be careful over your head and under your feet. Spray the gas."

McKinley was about to go crazy. The six strongest Shadow teams could not even catch a trace of him and fell apart in vain. McKinley was hot-tempered, but he was a master of irregular warfare who served as a tactics instructor at West Point. He was neither a simple human nor an idiot enough to go crazy for revenge.

He was mindful of the possibility that the injured Black Mamba was on board as soon as the Gazelle appeared. It was a great opportunity to get information even if it wasn't Black Mamba. He deliberately manipulated the Stinger warhead fuselage to attempt an untimely attack, and he got the result he intended to get.

The problem was that he was a psychic who ran like crazy. It was like setting up a shrimp net to catch a sperm whale. If they didn't spray poison gas to limit his movement, they would have been wiped out.

Swoosh! The surviving Shadows sprayed VX mixed with kerosene. A characteristic of VX was persistence. McKinley believed he could control an assassin for at least two hours, but he was wrong. Black Mamba was a monster that was unaffected even by botulinum toxin and photomine, the strongest poison in existence.

******

Singleton, who received McKinley's request for assistance, started immediately. The situation was not serious enough for McKinley, who was very proud of himself, to cry.

"Coordinates 113-242, go!"

Tutututu! The Chinook and Gazelle, taking off from the Luhihi Valley, sped in the northwest direction. As the Singleton moved, the M270 MLRS battery on Kalonge became also busy.

Buzz! The container mounted on the two Bradley trains took the direction of the received coordinates. 24 multi-rocket launchers were ready to fire 12,000 shells when ordered. A guy with long sleeves would dance well and a guy with a lot of bases would be good at business.

******

Ariba and Bbedang couldn't even get down the canopy. There was no reason to plunge into hell, where rioting and gunfire shook the earth.

"Chief, what happened to Advisor?"

He asked with a blank face. Contrary to the question, his inner heart was his own comfort. Whatever happened to the Advisor was a question of whether he himself could escape from the forest.

There had never been a risk during his second assignment at FEADC. It was the easiest job that took care of only danger and remote allowances, but from the moment the Special Military Advisor appeared at the headquarters, there was no comfortable day and it ended up like this.

"Gunfire and swooning are evidence that Black Mamba is flitting. Even if he lives anyway, it's not your life. So, what is the matter if he won or lost?"

Ariba gave up without thinking. He noticed why Black Mamba had forced himself into the Gazelle. He didn't know what it was, but he caught his tail. He had lived luckily, but the ending was decided anyway. It was too late to regret later.

"Black Mamba! Is the Advisor Black Mamba?"

Bbedang was startled.

"Shut up! If you speak, you will be handed over to a military trial for treason. If it's not Black Mamba, someone will smash a Shadow called Helldog. Heh, heh, heh!"

Ariba grunted. He accidentally revealed a top secret, but there was nothing to worry about. Anyway, his name was on the list of the underworld, so what did it matter?

"Woah! It meant Black Mamba was his guest. Oh my God, such an honor!"

He raised his arms and cheered. He wanted to slap his own mouth that resented the Advisor.

"Oh, Giraldo!" said Ariba in his mind.

Ariba shook his head at the shovel of the boss Bbedang. Black Mamba was not an honor but an invitation to hell.

Swoosh! A flying beast rose under the canopy. It was a huge flying beast. As soon as Ariba was surprised, the flying beast hit him without asking or picking him up.

"Ugh!"

Ariba was scared and stuck his head. Thump! A loud noise rang out. His sharp claws, like spear blades, grazed Ariba's cheeks and punched Bbedang.

"Ahh!"

A scream erupted. Bbedang avoided the claws successfully, but he lost his focus and fell under the canopy. The flying beast that could not catch its prey rose into the air. It was a gigantic crown eagle with a wingspan of 5 to 6 meters.

"Damn it!"

The guy that preyed on small animals like monkeys and sloths had started to eat people. Getting angry, Ariba pulled the Glock. Tang. tang, tang! Creak! Feathers flew away. The flying beast shook his wings like a scoff and turned away leisurely.

Ariba, who became dumbfounded, stared blankly at the tail of the flying beast. He was a monster of enormous size and did not affect by bullets. He was reminded of Black Mamba's warning that there were animals in the jungle of Ituri that he wouldn't imagine.

"Ah!"

Blood was pouring from his cheek. He hurriedly rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a disinfectant and zeolite pack. The claws of prey birds would be infested with various bacteria. The wound was disinfected. Hemostasis was stopped by spraying zeolite powder, and a keto acid freeze-dried adhesive paper was applied.

"Ouch!"

It was only after he finished the first aid that he was reminded of Bbedang.

"Bbedang! Bbedang!"

There was no answer. No, there was an answer. Tutututu! A helicopter rotor sound took over the answer.

"Holy shit!"

Preoccupied with the crown eagle, he did not notice the approaching helicopter. There was another fact he didn't know. If the perverted eagle, one of these monsters, hadn't escaped by being frightened by the helicopter, he would have been a meal for the young eagles.