Mercenary Black Mamba

"The direction is correct, but the Tokamak using the toroid is clinging to the superconductor and the inner wall of the containment vessel. It can't even raise the ignition temperature, and energy is leaking from the poor inner wall. Without the Room-Temperature Superconductor to contain the plasma and the Tridentem to prevent energy leakage, it is a shovel. After a hundred years of kneading, it could be operated for one second."

Davis' answer was cynical.

"After all, you mean, if we only have the Room-Temperature Superconductor and the Tridentem in our hands, the rest will be like a side issue. I made glasses, but I actually lost my glasses."

Hathaway lost his appetite.

"You did a good job. You can rest."

Davis sent Dr. Owen out.

"Davis, what about the situation of Mambasa? No, how's the tracking going?"

The marshal made a red point on the map projected on the screen.

"The city of Bukavu, located at the southern tip of Lake Kivu. Black Mamba is currently staying at FEADC(France East Africa Development Headquarters)."

"Huh, that means even though the Predator was deployed and even a reconnaissance satellite and Blackbird were dedicated, we couldn't stop a consultant!"

Herman lamented.

"Dyson and McKinley did all they could but... The speed of movement was very fast. Even when they captured the movement, the chase did not catch up properly."

"Predator?"

"There was no competition. According to General Dyson's report, when Psychic Haunter and Grendel came into contact with Black Mamba, they were sliced without a break from their abilities. They didn't even take the chance to start Super Grendel..."

"Huh!"

Ian and Herman opened their mouths.

"Tsk! My subordinates must have done considerable damage as well."

Hathaway clicked his tongue.

"Yes, it's true, Sir. From the time Black Mamba entered the camp, 360 marines and 105 Shadows were killed. 24 helicopters, 3 Bradley armored vehicles, and 5 infantry fighting vehicles were destroyed. 3 Psychic Haunters died and 5 Grendels were scrapped. Injuries and material damage are omitted."

"..."

The three committee members forgot to speak for a moment.

"Tell your opinion."

Ian's voice faltered. It was a long way to write a presidential report.

"Even if you dump the entire United States Special Forces, you cannot guarantee victory or defeat. If he tries to hit and run, even putting in Super Grendel will have little effect."

"So, that's a big deal. It is a situation in which we need to blow a tomahawk at least from Kurt Wilbur and Blue Ridge. "

Herman, who was becoming speechless, lamented.

"The committee member is right. To eliminate that guy, we have to drive them into a specific area and suppress a wide area with dot bombardment. We are moving the MLRS containers we currently have at the camp."

Davis kept his mouth shut about the Grandmaster. Ian and Herman were masonic members, but Hathaway was a Christian.

"We need to catch Black Mamba before he gets out. You are ready to leave, right?"

Herman opened his eyes.

"Of course. Keyhole and Blackbird are reconnaissance and the 17th Marine Regiment is deployed outside Bukavu. MLRS and anti-aircraft missile batteries are deployed within 72 hours."

"It will take 15 minutes by helicopter from FEADC to Kamembe Airfield. Gazelles like low-flying maneuverability. It will be difficult for Ingersoll's radar to catch," Ian, looking into the map, muttered.

"There is a plateau canyon 500 meters behind the airport stand. 4 Shadows, armed with Stingers and anti-tank guns, lay in ambush. If the radio communication is captured, we'll shoot it down immediately."

Davis was confident. If the camp was mobilized to block the hole and the Grandmaster stepped out, even if Black Mamba ran, it would be over.

"Wait, he's a French agent from Korea. I mean, in the end, money moves him. I think a hail of money is more effective than a heavy rain of steel."

Hathaway had a fishy smile.

"That's right. When the sound of gold coins rings, the quarrel disappears. The fact that the guy called Black Mamba had to bring the Oparts was a horseshoe for a dog paw. Isn't that like putting ivory on a wild boar's snout? "

Herman grunted.

"Well. Just by looking at his behavior, the chances of a negotiation or a buyout aren't very high..."

Davis was skeptical. The Grand Master had stepped forward, and there was no reason to throw money in vain.

"If you contact me, you'll know. Wait a minute while we discuss."

Hathaway took Ian and Herman into the attached conference room. The opinions of the three members were agreed upon. Hathaway was concerned about the destruction of the special warfare forces he had worked hard to train and the loss of human and material assets. Ian didn't want the identity of the Freemasons to be revealed through unreasonable offense. Herman was concerned that Black Mamba would go into assassination mode out of anger.

Returning to the conference room, Hathaway offered a surprising amount.

"Davis, you can start negotiating on your own with the $3 billion limit."

"3 billion dollars?"

Surprised, Davis looked up. Either Hathaway's mouth was bad or his own ear was bad. If it was 3 billion dollars, then it was 10% of the budget for defense in 1987. Of course, the Room-Temperature Superconductor was worth it, but it was a troublemaker that would not be cool even if they changed it.

"If you think about the future value of the Room-Temperature Superconductor, that's a lot of money. He's really dangerous. 3 billion is not a lot of money when you factor in the losses imposed by the crash. Let's dig up our descendants from generation to generation and give them enough to live on. If it helps you, I will give you anything I can, including your nationality."

Hathaway was adamant. With the support of the defense cartel and the oil cartel, there was no need to complain to Congress.

"Right, if you count only the top 10 countries with oil consumption, the daily consumption is 80 million barrels. If it is raised to $100 per barrel, daily consumption alone is $7 billion."

Davis agreed. The global energy market was worth $5 trillion per year, including coal and gas. $3 billion was the price of gum.

"The effect in the field of defense cannot be ignored. It is a rail gun capable of sinking the Novorsisk carrier or the Kiev cruiser in one single shot without a trace. The military industry is going to explode."

Excited Hathaway clenched his fists and waved them. After World War II, the possibility of a large-scale all-out war disappeared. Ironically, the nuclear bomb capable of killing hundreds of thousands of millions of people in one shot had become a peace bomb.

Realistically, no matter how high the air defense system level was, it was impossible to completely intercept an intercontinental ballistic missile that would enter at a speed of Mach 6-7. With just one shot of Castle Bravo (15Mt class hydrogen bomb) or Tsar Bomba (50Mt class hydrogen bomb) class, Moscow and Washington would be blown away. The doom button could not be pressed unless the leadership was completely crazy.

On the other hand, the frequency and threat of local warfare had gone up. The United States fanned the Cold War and the third World Civil War, selling weapons excitedly. The development of rail guns was an opportunity for the U.S. munitions business to leap forward.

"I'll send the Special Negotiator Matilda."

Davis glanced at the chiffon standing in the doorway and smirked. It was a great opportunity to check out the combat power of Black Mamba.

******

Black Mamba couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned. As expected, the massive U.S. army was on the move. CIA and DIA were not stupid. Soon, they would have received information that the owner of the Oparts had changed. And there was no way that KGB couldn't stand still. A deep bloody smell was felt. The Moissonnier bed that was said to make everyone fall asleep when lying down was useless.

He pulled out a letter from Dr. Lee So-jin. Like a scientist, he had carefully pasted the pages on the 20-page report paper. He had read until Number 6, and 14 pages were still left.

"I agree with the theory that the division of labor and the production of surplus resources has prevented the cannibalism of human society... The amount of energy consumed by one Korean per year is 3.2TOE (Ton of Oil Equivalent; 1TOE equivalent to 10 million kcal). An American would be around 7TOE. The more civilization develops and the more industry develops, the TOE naturally rises...

Chimpanzees weigh around the same weight as humans but consume only 0.5% to 1.5% of the energy, unlike humans. Using fire, humans began to consume energy and resources in large quantities. Humans are the only species that destroy the energy cycle of the natural state...

The era of fossil fuels is over and uranium is finite. Within the next 50 years, some countries may return to the 19th century. Prometheus' compassion has brought misery to both Earth and humans...

We worry about food weaponization, but energy weaponization will come first. Countries such as the United States, Canada, and Australia can obtain abundant energy from shale oil and shale gas in the next century, but Korea will not. Our descendants will face a reality that is even more disastrous than it is now...

As soon as I heard the words of Deputy Manager Lee Dae-deok, I felt excited as if I had received a revelation. It is said that Heaven has sent a terrifying human being for our poor people. (Please understand that a terrifying human is the expression of Deputy Director Lee Dae-deok.)

I can't guarantee anything about Earth's civilization. It is said that there was the civilization of Atlantis 10,000 years ago and the civilization of Mu 50,000 years ago, but no one knows. Time is a huge eraser.

No one knows what happened over this span of 4.6 billion years. Time and nature do not tolerate artificial things. Who can guarantee that there was no super-civilization in the continent of Gondwana, which was overturned in the Mesozoic Era...

If there are traces left behind by time, the old continent of Africa is the most likely place. The most likely traces of the past exist in the Great East African Rift Valley, especially the Albert Fault Zone, where the crust has been torn and overturned...

Liberation from energy, the energy that does not harm the environment, is the basis for supporting human civilization. The Room-Temperature Superconductor is worth hundreds of billions or trillions of dollars. I beg of a terrifying man. Give us a trillion-dollar treasure for our descendants. I'll put out my head...

If I wanted to eat well and live well on my own, I wouldn't have returned to Korea. The returning scientist talks as if he was being treated special, but you're welcome. I am receiving a quarter of my salary in the US.

Korea is suffering from two gangsters and two bastards. If China has economic power, it becomes a bully that can't be compared to the United States. Even Japan, who cannot forget the nostalgia of the empire, will continue to torment the easy Korea.

The world will fight an energy war first, then a food war. The 20th and early 21st centuries are the centuries when mankind squeezes the earth and enjoys the last abundance. Of course, Korea is not in a group that enjoys abundance.

There's only one thing I hope for. Let's not pass on the frailty of our ancestors to our descendants... It's a simple wish that only our children have to escape their crushed lives. I was desperate. My simple wish suffocated in the gap between the rotten pro-Japanese and pro-American factions.

There was hope just before suffocation. God creates something out of nothing and science creates something out of metaphor. My skill is reverse engineering. That way...

Terrifying human, the Room-Temperature Superconductor is the rice that our descendants will feed on. If you got or get the Room-Temperature Superconductor, don't hand it over to the agent. Lee Dae-deok's intentions are pure, but the environment in Korea is not very good. Call me. I'll go for it with my shoes off anywhere on earth. Treat me like a servant..."

"Huh, the old man's speech is touching."

Black Mamba began to admire him. He could feel the earnest sincerity of an elderly scientist who meticulously analyzed Korea's external and political environment and drew absurd and inductive conclusions.

He didn't like Korea, so he went abroad, but Dr. Lee returned home when even knowing that he was going to suffer. Such a person was a patriot. More than anything, it was extremely delightful to ask them to take the Oparts instead of handing them over to Korea. He wanted to show the letter to Tick Jeong Pil-su.

"Look at this!"

Black Mamba pushed the two or three remaining letters under the pillow and gently raised his upper body. The presence that he had realized entered the corridor. He thought it was a patrol agent, but the balance between the street and the presence was not matching. His footsteps were lighter than that of a super ninja. The presence, who had been idling outside, slowly climbed up the wall.

The window glass melted without sound. Knock, knock! A knock rang out. There was no hitman to knock and break in. It was a highly dynamic maneuver to distract his nerves. Whooosh! Black Mamba flew through the window. The masked man who had just pushed his head into the window sill stretched out his hand like a flash of light.

Deong! Black mamba took the edge of his hand with the forehead. Crack! The masked man's fingers were crushed like pudding. The handcuffs broke the masked man's lower arm like a cane and grabbed his neck. Crack! The window sill shattered and the masked man in a red cloak was dragged up like a dog with double wings.

The workshop ended when the candle was split three times. Black Mamba relentlessly defeated the masked man. Whiz! Bam! The intruder whirled around the air and crashed into the floor upside down. His neck was broken in an abnormal way and his spine was twisted.

Despite the blows that would have killed others if it were a human, the masked man did not scream or utter a single word. The red cape fluttered. Sususu! The masked man vanished like a mist.