Mercenary Black Mamba

"Do you say you put the Grendel in? That's good!"

Black Mamba showed a cold smile. In the 19th century, in the Age of Exploration (actually the Age of Aggression), Europe and America wiped out Africa with rifles. Massacres and looting were put under the name of exploration.

Henry Morton Stanley, revered by whites as a great explorer and by the ignorant mentioned in textbooks without criticism, was a prime example. He was the leader of King Leopold's invasion and he was like the explorers of the time, a fraud.

This was how Daily Telegraph and the New York Herald described it. "Morton Stanley, the great explorer and administrator, signed an agreement with hundreds of Congolese chiefs to develop a communication system and built trade bases and roads. The Dark Continent has thus benefited from civilization."

The fact that Stanley was a butcher who slaughtered thousands of Aboriginal people while passing through Lake Tanganyika and the fact that he was a con artist who sold the natives into slavery, were completely buried with his demonstration of smashing rocks with a rifle, which made him naive, dubbed "Bula Mutari" (rock breaker).

The same was true for imperialist Japan which claimed that colonial ships modernized Korea. Just as Korea was the land of Koreans, Africa was the land of Africans. No one in South Korea and Africa wanted another country to step in.

When the powerful blinded the world with the logic of power, the cunning and ignorant people revered the impostor as the bearer of the weapons of God. The world was not what it looked like.

Freemasonry was the enlarged edition of 19th century arrogant and cruel white man Stanley. Just as Stanley ruled the Congo area with his rifle, these were children of the dark who wanted to rule the world with monsters.

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Du-dung! He opened the dimensional sight. The detection range was less than 100m due to the metal bulkhead and high-density electromagnetic waves. Thump, thump, thump! The sounds could be heard in the corridor. Without much effort, Grendel filled the 20-meter-wide corridor and stormed in.

"Are they those who haven't matured yet? Is it originally small?"

The running monster was only 5 to 20 meters in length. In the Jungle of Ituri, the Serfund-likes were several tens of meters long and Verrieres were 300 meters long.

Crack! The monster resembling a chameleon opened its mouth wide. Swoosh! A telephone pole-like tongue flew like a bullet. The upper body was pushed as if being pushed by the wind.

Thump! The tongue stuck in the steel wall. Thud! The cobra-shaped head oozed a greenish liquid. The walls that hit the liquid melted with steam. It was a strongly acidic poison. Whoo! The pangolin monster rolled up its body like a ball and charged with flesh. Grendel's attack without a controller was atrocious without a system.

"Go! Messy creature!"

Swish! A light beam split the space vertically and horizontally. Whoo! Creak! The terminal burst. Red and blue bodily fluids were splattered and pieces of meat were scattered. In fact, Grendel, which was harder than steel called Vajra, was cut like a piece of pork belly with a six-season tool. In one sword dance, only the smell of burning body fluid and burning protein remained in the corridor.

"Good!"

Black Mamba shed a satisfied smile. Grendel's regenerative power was fraudulent. In the past, the task of shattering the head, breaking the sticky bone marrow, and ripping out the chips was a difficult task. Vajra's majesty saved him from the trouble of finding the chip.

Squeak, squeak! A fine noise rang from the ceiling. The grid was pushed out and the minigun popped out. Whizz! The minigun gun went round. Bzzt! The coffin rang. Poof! Black Mamba disappeared.

Puuush! Six barrels fired. Tudadadang! 7.62mm bullets hit the steel wall like a shower. Whiz! The minigun barrel attached to the opposite wall turned round. Pak, pak, pak! Five sacks of water smashed the camera slot. The gun that was tracking Black Mamba suddenly stopped.

Crash! Billion's Water Armour broke through the steel wall. Crunch! The minigun and cartridge belt storage boxes were ripped off at once. Thud! A minigun popped out of the corridor floor.

"Eat all."

He grabbed the launch handle and scratched the floor. Swoosh! Hundreds of bullets swept through the corridor. The minigun that was hit was smashed.

"It's worth using!"

He carried a minigun on his shoulder and picked up a heavy shot box. The reason the adjective prefix "mini" was attached to the word "gun"(minigun) was not that it meant a small firearm, but because the prototype was the M61 20mm Vulcan cannon.

The minigun mounted on the helicopter was never a mini. If the ammunition device and motor were added, it was close to 30 kg, and if 10,000 rounds of 7.62 rounds were added, it was 150 kg. In addition to the body weight, the recoil of the launch was around 70 kg. Rambo and Schwarzenegger, who picked up the minigun and installed it, were, of course, scams.

Crunch! Billion's Water Armour tore through the steel door. If one had a chamber with dozens of miniguns, one couldn't just pass it. Even if it wasn't, there was a lingering stinky smell. Thump! A heavy steel door fell from the ceiling and coal poured in.

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Peeing! Peeing!

"Warning! Sector 8 Area arms controller abnormality! Radiation concentration 50 rad. Evacuate. The repair team must wear shielding suits and immediately assemble in Sector 8. Repeating. Sectors8 Area~"

The warning siren sounded and the speaker sounded.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Researchers in green robes rushed out of the room and ran down the corridor. Security crews dressed in radiation shielding were rumbling with firearms and taser guns. Whizz! A linear car carrying a system repair team rushed through the crowd to Sector 8. Area 51 runaway had begun.

Beep, beep, beep!

The sirens were imminent.

"Warning! Warning! Sector 7 invasion. Sector 7 invasion!"

"Ugh, he broke into the bio chamber."

Ian's face turned pale. After several monitors were shut down, the crazy guy appeared in an unexpected place. Just as the reason for the existence of Los Alamos was nuclear, sector 7 was the reason for the existence of Area 51. The future of America and the organization had come to a standstill.

"Fucking bastard! Finally..."

Davis punched the table. As long as the guy broke through the 1,000mm titanium alloy barrier, the sleeping gas and the berkelium self-loop became unbelievable.

"There is nothing to do."

He wanted to smash his own head which brought disaster, but the incident had already happened. Davis grabbed the microphone.

"Gather the guides into Sector 7. Repeating. Armed all the guides, gather in Sector 7."

With both palms, he pressed the metal table like a stamp. Bzzzt! The table top cracked and a 1.5m cylindrical object rose. He grabbed the cylindrical handle and put the dark period in. Vzzt! The stick vibrated.

Thump! The metal wrapped around the outside burst. Vzzt! The blue blade rang. The ultra-vibrating blade developed in Area 51 had been shown.

"I'll step up, too."

"Senior, please take charge of the casting room."

"No. If we can't protect the bio chamber, the base and our lives will be over anyway."

Ian followed. Blue uniforms with no rank or unit emblem rushed to Sector 7 like a tide.

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Crunch! He tore the blocking wall with Billion's Water Armour and went in. A clear glass wall blocked the front. Swoosh! Gas was sprayed from the ceiling and walls.

"Sleeping gas."

It was a device to prevent an intrusion or escape. Bang! Without hesitation, he kicked the glass wall. Thong! The glass wall dared to get Black Mamba's kick. Self-loop glass with polyethylene polymer and carbon film overlaid with berkelium silicon compound could not penetrate even RPG7.

"Look at this!"

Fists stretched like flashes. Bang! 100mm thick bulletproof glass fell down. The Berkelium self-loop glass couldn't hold up the fist of Billion's Water Armour epidium. The cold air that seemed to freeze his face hit the intruder.

"The incubation room!"

He found it right. Twenty metal tanks filled a space as large as a football field. Hundreds of creatures smaller than fingers twiddled in the blue liquid. He was not a Freemason who was constantly farming flatfish 300m underground. It was the organism of Bona Mana Grendel.

He took the grenade pouch out of the backpack. It was nice to see the Paleolithic artifacts that had been around for a long time. Swish, swish! It was delivered one for each tank with the Alkkagi skill, which was her main specialty. Thud! Crash! The teleporting Black Mamba ripped off the steel door and dodged it.

"Bingo!"

Black Mamba, who entered the space, exclaimed. Dozens of cables and tubes had been lined with large and small transparent cylinders connected. A cell division incubator (rapid cell division device) had filled with liquid containing a variety of organisms. He had not hesitated to find this place, a living culture room that was often seen in Hollywood sci-fi movies.

The solution was of five colors. The colorless liquid was containing a tadpole, the pale pink liquid was containing a form, and the red liquid was containing a human-sized creature. The blue solution was containing Grendel and mechanic Haunter perfumes. He had said that the hind feet of cows catch mice, but he found the target in a haphazard manner.

Bang, bang, bang! The grenade exploded. Rumbling! The chamber was shaking. The creature, immersed in a blue solution, opened its eyes in unison. Shriek! A low-frequency howl broke out. The solution sloshed and the incubator vibrated as if it would break.

"Don't be silly. I will end the life that you don't have yet. "

Black Mamba pulled the minigun load handle. Turr! Click! Catering was back.

"What are you?" A voice echoed in his head.

Startled, Black Mamba turned his head. An incubator with a creature that looked like a combination of a lizard and a bat caught his eye.

"You are not uncivilized. What are you?"

The creature flashed its eyes. Vertically split crimson eyes stared intently. Like the eyeballs of Rousseloufe, its eyeballs were full of wickedness.

"Huh!"

Black Mamba of the world sighed. There was a chimera that communicated telepathically! No, it was not a chimera. Telepathy would require a high degree of mental capacity.

"I'm the Eastern Swordsman. What are you?"

"I'm glad to see a living thing that can communicate. I am Haast, born in Niguras."

"Niguras? Haast?" said Black Mamba to himself.

These were words he had never heard of. Sound waves passing through the vocal organs may have been misunderstood, but telepathy meant that they were transmitted directly to the brain.

"You won't understand even if I explain. In terms of humans, it is an alien from a distant universe."

"Huh! Aren't you a chimera?"

"Don't insult the Great Haast. That's garbage made by uncivilized people, cultivating my biological tissue with coarse technology. Humans have made me, who was asking for help, this way."

"Haast, I'm sorry."

Black Mamba was sincere. It was a world where dogs and cats were treated as well. Whether human or not, the intellect would deserve respect. Homme de foi (Man of God) was the basis on which human beings can be human. The U.S. government and Freemasons committed atrocities by using intelligence as biomaterials to seek help.

"I'll give you freedom."

Vzzt! Vajra rose from his palm.

"So, it is the weapon of the Great Old. Do you know how to use it?"

"I found out on my own. It synchronizes with my body and connects with my consciousness."

"I see. A living weapon finds its own owner. Haast is not used. I left consciousness in a wave and destroyed myself. My body is not organic. It's just mineral. Thank you, but it's useless."

"Oh, no!"

It meant that it was no different from rock or metal. Haast was an intelligent body with high self-esteem. Even the notion that the eyes were evil was his own subjective prejudice. His heart ached.

"Haast is a real being. Your truthfulness attracts my consciousness. I'll give you a gift in honor of meeting a friend before the ceremony disappears."

Vzzt! The incubator shook. Du-dung! A five-pointed crystal protruded out on Haast's forehead. Tak! A crystal that was the size of a fingernail fell from his forehead. Swoosh! As the crystal passed through the water, it passed through the tempered glass.

"Information about Niguras is included. I didn't have a lot of information because my mind is damaged. If you are a descendant of the Great Old, you will one day be able to interpret it."

Like the Ixorachinensis flower, the bright red crystal vibrated as if to catch it. When he caught the crystal, his eyes closed vertically.

"Uncivilized people are coming. It's a mass of minerals, but I don't want to leave it in the hands of savages. I want you to return it to the element."

The ideological wave was cut off.

"Hey, Haast! Haast!"

There was no response.

"No way!"

The bizarre form of the Haast did not look ugly. It was human arrogance to denigrate existence by appearance. He looked down at the crystal, which shone like a jewel.

If someone's life was just an incident, a strange relationship continued. After all, it had been connected to Concretus 150 million years ago, so there was no reason not to connect with the aliens.

"Edel would love it."

He put Haast's decision into the Life Vessel. Sometimes infinitely dull and indifferent human being was Black Mamba. A treasure containing the mystery of the universe had been reduced to a mere gift for a lover.

"I have to listen to his last favor."

Whoosh! A light flash of light wrapped around the incubator. Swoosh! The incubator that bound Haast and Hast for decades disappeared like a mirage. The alien Haast, who had been a biological test subject for 50 years, left a relationship and found freedom.

Minigun

Brother Arnold, this was a little bit difficult.