"You said you didn't like your hometown, and you lay in a far, far land. You don't answer when I call your name and you don't say anything when I call your first marriage. Drink to get drunk and sing like crazy."
He took one sip and poured it on the grave. Then he took another sip and poured it on the grave, and whether he was drunk from arrack or sadness, the meeting and parting seemed like a dream far away.
As the boundaries of life and death became ambiguous, the text of Hae Young's note came to his mind. The collapsed folding screen rocks and thunderbolts! If she wrote it just before her death, there must be a reason for it.
"Ah!"
He hit his head. Byeongpung Rock was located in Bangtaesan. Achimgarigol. He spent the last autumn with her and played a treasure hunt at Byeongpung Rock. It was a game of becoming the owner when the other person found the hidden treasure.
His smile appeared unwittingly. The servant was always his part. Whether he found the treasure or not, it was the same as burning bones and flesh all night in a hot-eared house.
His head turned round and round. The area where Hae Young excavated Oparts was Mambasa Ngpanwaza. It was said that there was a large rock resembling Byeongpung Rock in the cut-off site where the fault was cut by the earthquake and that something was hidden in a tree struck by lightning.
There were two Oparts that Hae Young had discovered. One was kept by himself and one was hidden. Why was it? If Hae Young had informed the location of the hidden Oparts, she might not have suffered.
"Ahh!"
Once again, a popping sound came out. The hidden Oparts was a gift to him. It was a gift given in return for the hardship that a woman could not bear.
"You fool, you fool!"
Was it because of the guilt of not being able to protect the body? What was him that she had made such an absurd sacrifice and ultimately gave up her life? The master loved Jin Soon like a granddaughter but had only nagged Hae Young not to dwell on the broken relationship.
Did she expect a disastrous ending? Does that mean that he shouldn't have known his lover was in danger? The words that life had no right answer and that one had to take responsibility for his own choices hit his heart once again.
"If it's what you give, I should accept it. I'll have to interrogate McKinley and a guy named Dr. Samuel first."
The purpose of the camp was Hae Young. They weren't interested in Oparts. Now things had changed. He had to find belongings left by Hae Young. He brushed his ass and got up.
He had no intention of telling Hae Young's parents about her death. Could a human being who had abandoned their own five beautiful daughters because of lust and power, be called a parent? If there were parents like that, he was a hundred times happier to have received plenty of love for a short period.
******
"Ariba, ask for Hercules. Send Korean Jeong and Kim back home."
"Yes, Sir. We'll deal with it immediately."
Ariba was pleased. Even if it wasn't, the Korean agent who was standing in front of Black Mamba's eyes was a thorn in his eye.
"Get the Gazelle ready, too. The corner Dupin believes in is Mai-Mai. If you shatter Mai-Mai, Dupin would be a rat in the poison.
"That's right."
"The chief goes with him."
"Sir?"
Ariba's eyes grew as if they were popping out.
"I'm an officer, not an agent."
"So?"
"I have to coordinate the whole operation."
"Haha! Did you coordinate the operation?"
Ariba became a honey-eaten mute. He had nothing to say.
"If you fiddle with a ballpoint pen on the head of your desk, you lose the sense of realism, so you just shovel. Let's try to keep the sense of place alive. Bonipas will look at you."
Black Mamba jerked his shoulder and walked to the hostel. He just had no mind for the shock of losing Hae Young, but Black Mamba didn't forget.
"No way? No, probably not!" said Ariba told himself.
Ariba looked at the back of Black Mamba with a keen eye. He didn't know that Black Mamba could read brain waves, blood flow, and myocardial movements.
Buddhist monk Dae-woo had said, "If one forcefully twisted the fate of others, his own fate must have suffered a greater twist".
******
The tree wanted to stay still, but the wind wouldn't leave it alone. Even though Black Mamba didn't move, there was a storm coming. Marshal Davis flew to Africa. Aegis Cruiser Bunker Hill CIC(Combat Information Room) was as cold as thin ice.
"So, you were only sucking your fingers?"
Davis's scream echoed through the CIC. Nothing was going on properly. The French Army fought with the KGB in Bukavu, but Oparts was nowhere to be found. In addition, the person on the Gazelle that was shot down was not a Black Mamba but an unrelated woman, and the offensive Seal team disappeared without a trace.
The painful loss was Matilda and Chifon. The loss of contact meant being defeated by Black Mamba. Of course, Black Mamba would have suffered damage too. Otherwise, there was no reason to be hit by the KGB mole. It was like giving a dog porridge.
"I apologize. Because Lord Lamartine told me not to run unreasonable operations..."
"I told you not to run an unreasonable operation, I didn't tell you to lay your hands on it."
Silence lingered in the environment.
McKinley and Dyson hung their heads down like pesticide herons.
"Whereabouts of Oparts?"
"They couldn't get out of Bukavu. Frog is agitated too. The 11th Airborne Brigade and the 13th Foreign Regiment are besieging and searching for Bukavu."
"Ariba is rumored to be a fox. It may be a ploy to get the Oparts that he obtained from outside."
"So, we increased the watchers."
"General McKinley, shouldn't you clean the shit that you made?"
Davis looked at McKinley.
"Yes, just give me a chance."
"Direct the Shadow yourself. Stop further inflows of the French Army and isolate them."
"Yes, Sir!"
"General Dyson, I'll hand over command of the Marine Corps. Track the KGB mole and Oparts."
"Yes, Sir!"
"Michell, what is Black Mamba's status?"
"This is a photo that Keyhole and Blackbird took."
Michell spread the printed photo on the table. The figure in the wheelchair was clearly Black Mamba.
"Well, if it's an achievement, it's an achievement."
Davis' expression softened slightly. Even Black Mamba of the world would not be able to do anything if the bullets were covered in front of his nose.
"Okay. It's a great opportunity to catch Black Mamba."
"The Ingersoll radar has caught Hercules taking off from Djibouti. As a result of the track analysis, the destination is Bukavu. It is presumed to be an attempt to transport the injured Black Mamba to the office of the home country."
The eyes of the conference attendees flashed.
"General Dyson, you may move the Seal team led by Black Shadow. Tie their feet. Commander Huey, mobilize the Predator to help General McKinley. If you're not in the city, you can run Super Grendel."
"Yes, Sir! We'll give his body to Lord Lamartine as a gift."
"Okay. Oparts is also important, but you can't miss Black Mamba. That's it!"
"For the Holy Soul!"
Davis ground his teeth. Although France was an ally, it had no enemies in the information war. That was it if they made an excuse for the no-holds-barred fight that took place in the darkness. If they could catch Black Mamba, they wanted to make soy flour the FEADC with MLRS and tomahawks. He never dreamed that something he wanted to turn into soy flour was grinding his teeth to uproot Freemasonry.
******
The Bunker Hill AN/SPY-1 multi-function radar took over the Hercules flight information captured by the AN/SPS-40E air search radar and tracked the track. The Camp Combat Information Center linked to the NTDS (Naval Tactical Data Systems) immediately issued an evacuation order.
Black Shadow Major Frederick Singleton boarded the Chinook with a Navy Seal team disguised as guerrillas. The outfits and armaments of the 16 members of the Navy Seal team were all different. The design of the LBT-1195 storage military gear worn in common was also different, and some crew members were wearing shorts and carrying a Dragunov.
They buried their head in the sand, but Bukavu was not the jungle of Ituri. The Seal team, unable to reveal its identity, had no choice but to imitate guerrillas. AH-6 Littlebird Attack helicopter and Chinook headed to Bukavu.
The Singleton team flew through the jungle by falling from a high altitude of 2km behind the Kamembe Airfield. A group of hyenas hiding in the thickets behind the apron quietly waited for a large prey to arrive. Prey arrived shortly after.
Thump! Hercules lowered the heavy body onto the runway at Kamembe Airfield. The pilot and co-pilot pushed the baby into the parking ramp and lowered the trap.
"Attack!"
A low, fleshly command fell. A surprise attack was always sudden. Bang, bang! The 7.62mm bullet that left the M21 sniper rifle muzzle sprinted out at 2.5 times the speed of sound. The heads of the pilots and co-pilots who were chatting were suddenly set aside. A bullet pierced the back of the head and came out of the temporal side.
Boom! A 5.4 kg high-explosive warhead fired from an M47 Dragon anti-tank missile dragged the wire. Thump! A 10-inch diameter hole was drilled into the Hercules nose cone that was struck directly. The warhead that penetrated the duralumin alloy shell smashed the stationary linear car.
"Damn it, it's a paper!"
Singleton clicked his tongue. Compared to the strength of the tank, the exterior of the aircraft was just a piece of paper. Bang, bang! Boom, boom! Two RPG7 rounds and three MGL revolver 40mm grenades tore apart Hercules' fuselage. Bang, Bang! An anti-tank missile mercilessly destroyed an aircraft moored at the parking ramp.
Aee-aee-aee! The sirens wailed like crazy.
"They are terrorists!"
"It's Mai-Mai blitzkrieg."
Belatedly, the airport guards clamored and rushed out.
"Go!"
The Singleton team, who completed their mission without having to enter the airfield, removed the traces and fell back. Singleton disappeared without a sound when the airport security team was on the right side of the line.
30 minutes later, the Singleton team appeared in the Luhihi Valley, 5 km from the airfield. Chinook and Littlebird, covering their camouflage membranes, hit them. Singleton waited for the second prey.
******
Chinook took off from the FEADC heliport. The development headquarters, which requested emergency support from the airport, urgently deployed a mercenary platoon belonging to the 13th Foreign Regiment. Then, the heavily armed SA342 and the SA341 that Black Mamba, Sun Woo-hyun, Zulu, and Ariba, who were boarding, took off.
"Brigadier General Sun Woo, what is the minimum height of the fall in meters?" Ariba, who was very nervous, asked.
"It differs depending on weather conditions or parachute canopy size. The speed of the fall before opening the parachute is 50 m/s, and after the parachute is opened, it is calculated at 7 m/s. It takes 1.1 seconds for the parachute to fully deploy. Calculate the rest."
Sun Woo-hyun bluntly received the words.
"How many meters above the ground do you pull bridals in Deuxieme Rep?"
"The minimum fall height is 110 m. Don't worry, there's a pilot suit hook attached to the berth, so the meal canopy unfolds automatically. Why are you asking nonsense things? If you want to be a pancake, contact us when you have time. I'll throw you into a valley where you can't see the bottom from the Ennedi Plateau."
"You might get a missile in your ass."
Ariba was anxious all the time. The airport said it was a terrorist, but no one knew the identity of the attacker. East Africa was gunpowder that never knew when a war would break out.
"You, servant bastard, you were standing on your dignity but you are only chicken-heartedness," Sun Woo-hyun grunted with Korean words.
"I'm going to catch and pluck the chicken before it gets to the roof. Will it be okay?"
Black Mamba smiled.
******
The 10-seater M998 Humvee, with McKinley and Shadow on board, raced the Number 3 madly through north air space. Six hours after leaving the camp, they arrived at Kidumbi, 11 km north of FEADC.
Kidumbi was a tactical hub that could strike both the FEADC and the airfield within an hour. Two teams of Shadows headed to Kamembe Airfield, while the other six teams hid.
"Catch a wounded predator with less than a hundred shadows?"
McKinley was nervous. The marshal turned the marine corps to chase the Oparts. He would have done the same if he had been in his place. With the marine corps' power, only a large number of casualties would occur only when fighting with Black Mamba.
It was the same about Shadows. From a human point of view, neither king ants nor fire ants had any meaning. 17 teams of Shadow had melted in his hands. Could the remaining 8 teams catch him? He couldn't help but be skeptical.
If there was one glimmer of hope, it was information that Black Mamba depended on a wheelchair. Otherwise, he was the bait. He felt like he was being tested for endurance amid rush and boredom.
"Commander, the Gazelle that took off from FEADC headed for Kamembe Airfield."
Senior Team Leader Major Ben Hogan reported.
"Heh, heh, the fox came out."
McKinley let out a rotten laugh. Whoever would come out, they had to beat him up anyway. If Black Mamba was on board, it was the icing on the cake. If they only caught him, they would have no reason to suffer from flies and mosquitoes, and they would find their lost confidence.
"Okay, let's go!"
Ten M998 Humvees popped out of the hideout.
******
On the stools on both sides of the Luhihi Valley and Chinook, the Seal team members on board were dozing off or rummaging through Playboy. The three new agents were diligent, cramming their ammunition into the Ellis (haversack, personal equipment carrying vest) cartridge and setting up the blade of the Great Sword. This was a career difference.
The waiting satellite phone indicator flashed.
"Our Crow!"
"Crow, a sparrow appeared."
Singleton craned his ears. Ears stretched out like donkey ears. Singleton's ears would also catch sounds outside the human audible area. It was a Gazelle. It was at an altitude of 3,500 m and 15 km away. Not long after, a Gazelle with a hump on its back revealed its fuselage.
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