Matilda picked up Chifon's belongings. All the lights in the room were shattered due to the brutal fighting. The faint moonlight that was seeping through the window was the only thing left, but Matilda's Ya'an could see things as if it was daylight.
All it took was $300 in cash, a ballpoint pen spray, a Beretta, a kava knife, and a guillotine wire to strangle. She shook off her pocket and contributed $1,200.
"Add $400!"
His gloomy eyes turned to the inside of her thigh.
"You little bastard!" swore Matilda in her mind.
Matilda took hold of the Beretta hidden in her thigh and picked it up. The plan to raid had gone awry.
"There was another uninvited customer."
Black Mamba looked at Matilda with his chilly eyes.
"It's something I don't know."
Matilda just took it off. The Knight Gaunt was the messenger and watcher of Nialatep. He noticed the moment when the ghost-like guy approached him.
"If you catch it, you'll know."
Purr! The Wind split the darkness. Shriek! The creature that had just landed on a palm branch was struck by lightning before it even folded its wings. Fizz! Army rope was shot out of the window like flesh. It was far from demonstrating telekinesis. Tung! A black object fell to the floor.
"Huh, how can it be!" said Matilda to herself.
Matilda took a breath. There was a hole in the body of the dark creature Knight Gaunt. He didn't even move, but he was hit by a Knight Gaunt that was faster than the speed of sound and harder than steel. She relaxed her tension. The line of trust was broken.
"What is this?"
Black Mamba shook his head. It had no beak and no nostrils except for its wings, with a body as hard as iron, one eye that occupied half of its head, and ears as large as the body.
"Is this place a chimera, too?" said Matilda.
Thump! The moment he picked up the unidentified bird, a blue flame ignited in the body of the flying beast. In the meantime, the flame turned the flying beast into ashes and disappeared.
"Is it for reconnaissance?"
He looked at Matilda.
"How do I know?"
Matilda was in a state of desperation.
"I decided to charge the head who sent the hand and foot for the insufficient repair costs. What I want is a sincere answer and what you get is your life. Shall we start?"
"Will you save me?"
"If you cooperate well."
"I will answer what I can answer in good faith."
Matilda shook her head.
"Who raped the Korean woman in the Green Camp?"
"The main culprit is Commander McKinley. I don't remember the name of minor participants."
"He's the man who should be killed in the most terrible way in the world. The organization you belong to?"
"Freemasons!"
Matilda didn't hesitate. Everyone in the world would know about Freemasons. Also, no one in the world would know about Freemasons. She thought it was okay to let him know, but she was faced with a difficult question.
"The key members of the Socrates Project are Freemasons, right?"
"..."
Matilda flinched and shut her mouth.
"I don't want to deal with women harshly but..."
He cut off one handle of the guillotine wire. Matilda immediately cut off the ganglion that was heading to the brain. Torture was a delicate technique that induced mental breakdown by inflicting physical pain. Torture was meaningless if the body did not feel pain.
"The answer is based on what you hear. Are Area 51 and Predator the work of Freemasons? "
Silence lingered in the room.
Purr! The guillotine liner dug into her left breast. Swoosh! Resonant waves activated nerve tissue. The ganglion that Matilda had shut down was opened. As the steel wire was slow, it penetrated the right atrium myocardium and vibrated.
"Ahhhh..."
Matilda trembled as if she had been beaten. Her eyeballs protruded and foam erupted. The worst two types of pain humans would feel were myocardial infarction and subarachnoid hemorrhage. The brain would react violently because it was directly related to the instinct to preserve the individual.
"How much do you know about me?"
"If you are Black Mamba, you'd be Korean Park Mu Ssang. Please don't shake me. Ugh, ugh!"
Matilda gasped out of breath. Although her complexion had turned dark, Matilda was still a Black Shadow even if she lost the Dark Age. She pretended to succumb to the pain and aimed for a gap. Black Mamba slowed the vibration and recovered the resonant wave.
"How much do Freemasons know?"
Freemasons must have taken control of the center of power if they aimed to carry out a Socratic-level national project. The key to power control was information control.
Matilda's eyes got bigger. The counter-question was the poet. Speculation turned out to be true. This man was Park Mu Ssang, Black Mamba disguised as the Cultural Counselor of the French Embassy in Korea. He was a human being who was unparalleled in cunning.
"If this is Black Mamba, then who was Black Mamba in the Ennedi Plateau?" thought Matilda.
Matilda looked up. Director Adam and the organization had suspected that Black Mamba and Abaddon were the same one, but she had denied it. In Ennedi, she had fought to die with the figure suspected of being Black Mamba.
The huge shovel blade flying at the speed of sound was terrible to think about. She had lost twenty Predator instances in the joint venture of this guy and the competent ones. She had met the devil when she had been put in as a negotiator while the investigation into Baphomet was sluggish.
"It's an unanswerable question. I can't reveal the secrets of our organization."
"What will the organization matter if you die?"
"..."
Matilda shut her mouth and closed her eyes. The Grandmaster's exhibition plan would look into the other side of the world. If she would reveal the secrets of the organization, she wouldn't die well.
"Let's check your face and continue the conversation."
Pieces of the broken mirror floated and fell on Matilda's thigh.
"Ack!"
Matilda, involuntarily looking into the mirror, screamed. The beauty that steamed Miss World was gone, and a bald, hideous middle-aged woman was looking at it with a keen eye. Matilda's face was twisted like a demon as she checked her wrinkled hands.
"Ee-ee-ee..."
She ground her teeth and looked at Black Mamba as if she was going to catch and eat him. The toxin in her blue eyes increased and flashed sharply.
"Huh!"
He had expected it, but he had never thought she'd react so violently. He thought that she was ready for death, but what did it matter to her appearance? Women, too, were mysterious beings.
"Matilda, I can give you back your appearance."
Matilda's eyes got bigger. Her opponent was a grandmaster-class power man who used a force similar to that of Lord Lamartine. She wanted to give her soul if she would be able to save her appearance.
"Reach out your hand."
Matilda held out her wrinkled hand as if she was possessed.
Duung! The resonant wave repelled impurities and energized the cells. Her hands, which looked like salted cabbage, turned shiny, while wrinkles were smoothed out.
"Oh!"
Matilda came out with a jubilant admiration unwittingly. Lamartine's Dark Age was painful, while Black Mamba's force was as soft as mint scent.
"That's all for now!"
Unfortunately, clean energy was lost.
"Matilda, there are poisons in the world, there are drugs, and there are cures in this world. The force I injected is a cure, not a temporary cosmetic effect, but it promotes cell division. You'll know what it means."
Black Mamba gave a nice smile. Interference fields would work best when one was extremely nervous and then relaxed. Matilda was completely hypnotized.
"How much do Freemasons know?"
"The key positions in the CIA, DIA, and NSA are Freemasons. Your families have already been identified. The link between Black Mamba and Park Mu Ssang has not been confirmed, and so far, only CIA agents have been deployed to avoid diplomatic friction with France. The doubts have thickened due to the camp case. The marshal is considering bringing DIA agents and Haunters, and Director Adam has invoked the kidnapping plan."
"Hmm!"
He was wondering but they just decided to get out. He had expected it, but when it was confirmed, his heart got heavy. He believed in Kamdoong, but it was hard to stop ten thieves with one hand. The South Korean government and the police had no way to help. They would provide information to the CIA and actively cooperate with them. It was a situation where they needed to move their families to Novatopia immediately.
"Predator numbers?"
"..."
Matilda hesitated.
"I barely know. There are three types: a psychic who awakens the superpower gene, a chimera that combines with a beast gene and puts stance, and a monster that is cultivated with nuclear materials and poisons by inserting the UMA gene."
"Huh, are you the culprit of the Ituri Puddle Disaster?"
Matilda was startled. The Puddle Disaster, in which three invincible Super Grendel disappeared, was still under investigation. The investigative team found gunpowder, thermit, and white phosphorus residue, but did not find the body of Super Grendel.
"Heh, heh, I've hunted turtles, octopuses, and water snakes before."
"Whoa..."
Matilda gave a long sigh. She didn't know that Super Grendel would be called a turtle, an octopus, or a water snake. On the other hand, she was relieved. The mystery that she was struggling with her head wrapped up was solved. If this guy even mobilized napalm bomb and white phosphorus, then the Super Grendel had nothing to do with it.
"Thirteen instances of Super Grendel have been created and nine remain. One upper class, two intermediate ones, and ten lower classes. The Super Grendels you killed in Ituri are the lower ranks; Velias, Oliver, and Aubarto. There are 350 Haunter combined psychic and mechanic and 120 Super Grendel instances. Among the Psychic Haunters, Black Shadow is the one who strengthened the body with stance and artificial muscles and transplanted the beast gene. There are five Black Shadows. I and Chifon are Black Shadows."
"It's not that hard!" Black Mamba murmured himself.
When Matilda and Chifon joined forces, Samdi was pushed back. If the remaining Black Shadow used force like Matilda, it was more dangerous than the Super Grendel. It was said if the height of the right path was one foot, the height of the devil was ten-foot high.
"Are Predators continuously making in Area 51?"
"Since the material is off, the Super Grendel can't be made. Haunter and Grendel are still in cultivation, but the yields are not very high due to ego breakdown and immune system abnormalities."
"I need to call the Chicken," said Black Mamba to himself.
He had no intention of leaving the hotbed of evil as it was. Area 51 was in the Nevada Desert. He confirmed even the coordinates in the DGSE. He made up his mind to burn it without a trace.
"Who is the Chief of the Freemasonry?"
"I, too, want to ask you one thing before that. What is a giant shovel-wielding presence in Ennedi?"
As the head of the Sigint analysis class, she was the type of person who could never hold back her curiosity.
"His name is Samdi. He is my family."
"Are you Dubaiburupa? King of Novatopia!"
Matilda's eyes grew as if they would tear. It was the Novatopia Army that led a Freemasonry operation team and intercepted an investigation into the eruption of Bachilkile Volcano. "Long live Dubaiburupa" and "Dubaiburupa is with us". The slogan of the fanatics still resounded in her ears.
"Are you Abaddon too, by any chance? "
"Yes, it's true."
Black Mamba willingly admitted. Just as the secrets of Freemasons had been revealed, his own secrets had been revealed as well. Now, the battle of the sword had remained. It was a battle that would end when either side was annihilated.
"Ocelot is you?"
Matilda asked as if she was mumbling. Her brain had gone blank.
"Ocelot died in my hands."
"Ugh, so the master made vain efforts."
Matilda laughed. Lamartine tracked Ocelot for a long time, trying to secure the Super Grendel material. The Super Grendel production and improvement were irretrievable.
"Is your master a high-ranking boss?"
"Yes, he is. The Grandmaster is two people. Lord Lamartine is the master of the wartime plan and the ruler of the truth. Lord Nialatep is Lord Lamartine's collaborator."
Matilda, entangled in the interference field, revealed the organization's secrets as if possessed.
"Lamartine and Nialatep? The location of them?"
"Mountain range of the moon covered with ice caps and glaciers, Orang... Guk!"
The flame rose from Matilda's body. Lamartine's forbidden word condition called for the Master of Silence, Marchegue.
"Ackk!"
Matilda couldn't move and sat still, burning fiercely.
"What? Are these trends of sacrificing oneself by self-immolation?"
Angry Black Mamba spewed resonant waves. He turned off the oxygen, but to no avail. The fire that blazed up was extinguished. The head and body were turned to ashes and intact limbs fell to the floor.
Black Mamba, who lost his tongue, stared blankly at her limbs and the fine ash. Even if he had heard of Pyrokinesis, which spewed flames and burned others, the human being who burned herself was something he had never heard of.
"If it is the mountain range of the moon, then it is the Luwenzori Mountains... orang? You didn't mean to talk about orangutans by any chance, did you? "
A foul smell awakened his mind. The smell of blood and stench pressed into his nostrils. The room was a mess. Intact furniture was hard to find and the torn and dented walls and floors were littered with blood, pieces of flesh and ashes, and hair was rolling around like a lump of dust. Even Chifon, who had put his life on the line, also cut off Matilda's hair as if it was slashed.
"I tried to send you to your master, but it's ridiculous."
It must be lamented that it was already over. He triggered a resonant wave. Swoosh! The air swirled. The limbs left by Matilda, the meat pieces left by Chifon, fresh blood, and all sorts of clutter gathered together like a ball. Creaking! Crunching! A terrible noise rang out. Huge chunks of rubbish were compressed without mercy.
"Now that you are dead, ask the fish if they see you."
Swish! The ball, compressed to the size of a soccer ball, went out of the window. A ball across the darkness fell into Lake Kivu. Mantis, who was persistently tracking Black Mamba's identity, Samantha Matilda was gone like that.
******
"Are these guys dead?"
No matter how good the soundproofing facilities were, there was no way Sun Woo-hyun and Zulu could not hear noises. They confirmed the sign through dimensional sight. Both of them were breathing evenly.
"The sleeping gas has been revealed."
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