Mercenary Black Mamba

Granite polished as smooth as a mirror and letters engraved as if taken by a machine; as far as he knew, there was only one human who possessed these abilities. Paul did not hesitate.

"Adjutant, gather the squadron immediately."

The mercenaries of the 11th and 12th companies of the 13th Foreign Regiment had escaped the battlefield like low tide.

"Subordinate, come back. I did not participate in the battle."

"Yes, Sir! I'll see you at headquarters."

Sun Woo-hyun and Zulu slid down the conical dome roof. When they reached the edge frame, they grabbed the gutter and circled it, sticking to the wall like a lizard and slowly descending. Sususu! Black Mamba melted into the atmosphere.

******

Faix Cathedral Cemetery, the underground beat environment of less than one pyeong was not very good. The suffocating heat, the sticky moisture, the stench that turned five viscera and six entrails upside down, and the arthropods that crawled on their bodies; fortunately, thanks to the light stick attached to the ceiling, the darkness escaped.

"Number 3, let's move."

Maslov hurried. Ubiksa agent, who was sitting opposite him, put his index finger to his mouth, shook it, and moved his lips. The Lip shape was "Black Mamba". Maslov frowned.

"Black Mamba can't move. I mean he was hit with fifteen bullets in front of my nose."

Maslov was not an agent of Ubiksa. Superpowers and chances of survival were separate fields. For him with claustrophobia, the narrow underground space was like hell. As time went on, he was in a cold sweat and his heart tightened.

"Ahem!"

A figure squatting in a blurred corner with a presence as if there was none, scratched his face. This was Seunek who monitored Black Mamba in Ngai. As he knew the fear of the Black Mamba better than anyone else, he couldn't help but be displeased with the special creature, who shed his reputation.

Swish! A giant centipede, which would have been enough for 20 inches, crept out of the earthen wall. The centipede slowly climbed up Seunek's shoulder. As soon as Maslov tried to send a warning, it grabbed Seunek and chewed off his head.

The sound of keratin being chewed, the purple body fluid flowing down the corners of the mouth, the writhing centipede, and the appearance of Number 4 reflected in the bluish light itself was bizarre. Maslov shut his mouth at the silent protest.

Although Number 3 Space Warper and Number 4 Swap were extremely careful, the Angel of Death, who showed natural assimilation skills, had already descended. Black Mamba, who approached the tombstone in question, rubbed the oil on the tombstone with his finger and put it on his nose. A faint saltiness was felt.

He showed the Rule of Sight and fumbled around the tombstone. A few grains of dark red earth fell between the grass. The sharp eyes of the sniper recognized at a glance that the soil was imported from the outside.

"Bingo!"

Black Mamba penetrated the ground as if it had melted in his standing position. It was Yongcheontubalgong, one of his main skills. Swoosh! Without a sound, a black object appeared in the space 3 meters below the ground. The number of Beat residents suddenly increased to four.

"..."

Maslov and Ubiksa agent were far away, staring at the sunbeams. The brain could not yet analyze the phenomenon.

"Ugh!"

"Burag! (It's an enemy!)"

Paaah! A vortex poured out of the space warper's wide-open mouth. Beep! A high-frequency sound sounded like tearing eardrums. It was Number 3's main specialty wind saw blade. A high-frequency sound neutralized the balance organs and Hundreds of fast-spinning, claw-sized wind saw blades turned the opponent into a mop. Black Mamba's upper body disappeared, leaving a faint afterimage.

Whooosh! Scratching! Tap, tap, tap! Three different noises sounded at the same time. The space warper's face was smashed and the wind saw blade pierced the earthen wall. Buzz! A shot cut the air. Puak! Seunek's head exploded like fireworks when he pulled out his pistol.

Maslov, covered in blood, couldn't pull the Beretta trigger and froze. From the time he collaborated with the NKVD (KGB predecessor, People's Committee of the Interior of the USSR), he had met all kinds of talented people in the world, but there had never been a person as strong and ruthless as this one.

Splitting! His wrists crumbled and Beretta fell into the hands of the intruder. The situation ended 1.5 seconds after Black Mamba broke into the Beat.

"You need to give my things back."

The eerie voice rang the Beat. Maslov's brain was connected to the phenomenon.

"Ugh, uh how?"

Unless he was a god, at least a human who should be wearing an Ecmo (life support device) in the intensive care unit had appeared in front of his eyes after three days as if he was Jesus. Like Thomas, he wanted to check by putting his finger in the bullet hole.

"It's an unnecessary question. I don't want to use the rough way. It wouldn't be a pretty sight to see, would it?"

Of course, the Beat full of blood and meat would not be a good sight to see. Maslov avoided sharp eyes inwardly. It meant to choose whether the face would be smashed or the head would be blown. It was a bizarre and terrifying threat.

Maslov has completely abandoned his will to resist. No, he gave up. He didn't even bother trying to copy. The doppelganger ability was an enhanced version of Emerald Sea Slug's blue-green algae DNA steel skill.

Emerald Sea Slugs would extract bundles of photosynthetic DNA from blue-green algae, implant them in their skin, or copy and insert them into their genes. It would obtain energy directly from the photosynthetic ability obtained in this way.

Black Mamba's salt waves were ten times stronger than his own. If he tried to steal memories and genes, he would be eaten instead. With no combat skills to show off other than copying ability, it would only cause pain if he tried it himself.

"Gimme!"

Black Mamba reached out his hand.

"I have a condition."

Maslov gave a lot of strength to his belly and eyes. It seemed like he would pee in front of his opponent's eyes, but his survival instinct called for courage.

"Condition? Are you in a position to put a condition on?"

Black Mamba laughed.

"I treated your woman with sincerity. Treat me as a prisoner of war."

"Heh, heh, so you are going to keep doing Dupin's behavior on the doppelganger subject? A good doctor, Dupin, must have lost his body and memory, leaving only useless protein residues. Murder addition!"

"Ugh!"

Maslov was surprised enough that his eyes popped out of his head. During his hundred years of life, no one had ever known his identity. It was enough to feel awe towards the opponent.

"I want to ask you one thing. Although the KGB is a powerful spy agency, it cannot secure an escape route and a hiding place in the cathedral in a short time. Someone influential might have helped. Who's that?"

"Heh, you are a powerful being. But if you touch the Illuminati, you will be chased for the rest of your life."

"Illuminati? Do you mean the Illuminati who don't know if it's a Freemasonry subdivision or a competitor?"

"Yes."

Before the answer was over, a flash of jade flashed. Maslov's left arm fell with a thump. Instead of splashing blood, the smell of burning protein spread. The cut section was pressed into the pharynx like an earthquake.

"Aww!"

"You arrogant! Freemasonry is also about to disappear, so you're going to scare me with the Illuminati? Give it to me before I cut your limbs and peel them!"

Woong! Resonant waves shook his brain. Maslov, as if he was possessed, pulled out an object wrapped in polyester insulation from his pocket. To the sweltering Beat chilly air spread. Swish! The troublesome Oparts passed into Black Mamba's hands.

"Who is it? If you answer in good faith, you will be killed without pain."

"Ahhh! Knight Captain Javer!"

"Arevasa President?"

Maslov, drenched in pain, nodded his head diligently.

"Somehow I was doubtful... I hope you will be born a perfect human being in your next life."

Purr! The wind blew. A hole the size of a five hundred won coin was drilled from the forehead to the back of the head.

"Devil!"

Maslov left a shriek and fell. No one could escape the human and merciless hand of Black Mamba.

"There is no need to leave a mark."

[Whoo] Yongcheontubalgong has pierced the endless abyss. [Whoo] The tornado drove the traces of the Beat and three corpses and shoved them into the hole. Dirt filled the hole.

"As promised, I sent you without pain. Spies are not prisoners of war under the Geneva Conventions. Understand it."

The dead, of course, couldn't understand. Only useless words hovered over the spot where Black Mamba disappeared.

******

Ngpanwaza Green Camp.

"For the Holy Soul!"

Lieutenant Colonel Michell bowed his head toward the cage hanging from the main console of the operational control room.

"What's going on?"

The golden parrot's eyes were dyed blue.

"Lord Lamartine, the situation has changed rapidly. I think the Illuminati are in. A doppelganger... Black Mamba was defeated. The KGB and the Illuminati... the Oparts... We are fighting the French Army in Bukavu."

"Black Mamba?"

"He did not appear on the battlefield."

"The Illuminati are good at tricking and betraying, but the Black Mamba is not a shabby man. "

"Telstar (satellite for satellite communication) and Dragon Lady have caught a meaningful communication from the French base in Bukavu. This is the content to send the VIP with Gazelle."

"Well, was he really defeated?"

"Oparts owner has definitely changed."

"If we shoot it down, we'll know."

"Yes, Sir. Just in case, I'll put Verriere in."

"If possible, don't expose Intermediate Grendel."

"Yes, shall we also withhold Behemoth waiting in the Swamp of Death?"

"Of course. We can't shoot a cannon to catch a fly. It makes the world noisy and only the vigilance of the adversaries grows stronger. It is not too late even after confirming the state of Black Mamba. Check first whether he is alive or not."

"For the Holy Soul!"

Lieutenant Colonel Michell bowed deeply. The golden parrot's eyes returned to their original state. Thanks to Black Mamba's attempt to break the gold wire, Bukavu had been spared from lightning, but no one knew that a bigger disaster was imminent.

******

The gunfire on the cathedral grounds stopped and the gunshots and gunfire from the outside also stopped. Only ruins remained at a place where the French Army retreated like low tide. The Ndende Region was as wretched as the cathedral. Half of the houses were spread or destroyed and dozens of civilians were killed.

Faced with the 11th Airborne Brigade, Mai-Mai and FDLR retreated, leaving behind hundreds of bodies. At best, the guerrillas armed with rifles and RPG7s were unable to deal with the 11th Airborne Brigade, which had helicopters and armored vehicles at the fore.

The price of greed was a vain sacrifice. The KGB's East African branch based in Uganda had been destroyed, and the Illuminati had lost its Oparts and advanced talents. France, Mai-Mai, and FDLR had shed only blood without income. Black Mamba, who stole the substance, disappeared without a trace.

Ariba billionaire collapsed. The battle was not the purpose of the fight itself, but to get something. If there was no fish, what's the point to scoop out the reservoir water? What he gained was the painful realization that Black Mamba was a national treasure.

The Bukavu incident was known as a battle in which the French successfully repelled guerrillas who attacked the Resources Development Center. In Africa, land warfare was routine. The world did not take a serious look at the incident, nor did it hold it in its memory for a long time.

******

Wind hill overlooking the lake, Black Mamba, seated in a wheelchair, was looking down at the crashing arc at sunset. The glow of the Sahara was solemn and grandiose. The glow of Kivu Lake was so brilliant that the eyes became dizzy. The lakefront was, as usual, infested with fishermen unloading their fish and indigenous peoples bargaining.

Humans were sensitive to small risks that have not been realized, but they were insensitive to big risks. A huge amount of carbon dioxide was accumulated at the bottom of Lake Kivu, but no one was concerned about the hundreds of thousands of people living in the lake.

Sun Woo-hyun and Zulu were as good at cooking as they were at combat. The smell of savory meat and spicy spices lingered on the barbecue grill, and the outdoor tables with parasols were filled with steaks, bluefin tuna, and tropical fruits that could feed ten people.

Black Mamba was not that much comfortable. It was said that when one was full, one's heart would become more generous, but this was valid when one was not worried. The faces of Jin Soon, Edel, and Hae Young floated with scales of water on the surface of the lake where the setting sun broke.

"Life's a waste!"

Her words that life didn't have the right answer and responsibility about choice should be taken into his heart. Hae Young had lived with her nanny since she was five years old because of the wishes of both parents. It was just she didn't have any economic difficulties, but she was no different from himself. He knew how deep that wound was.

Jin Soon and Edel could accept Hae Young, but it was hard for Hae Young to accept Jin Soon and Edel. When it was said that the hymen regeneration surgery was fine, the emptiness in her eyes he saw caught his heart. There was something he vaguely guessed. She wasn't Hae Young who would listen when he stopped her.

"When you get to Novatopia, you'll be surprised. '

He looked at the clock. It was close to six o'clock. They would arrive in 3 hours by jet from Bukavu Airfield to Jipoon Dari Airport. A family was people who would sleep together and a family member was a person who would eat together. It was not difficult as long as they didn't get too greedy with each other.

"I am going to be crazy!"

Ariba glanced up the hill and turned like a puppy who wanted to go to poop. He just wanted to ask one question, but that one question was the problem. The failure of the operation was his responsibility. If he brought up the Oparts subject, he could be beaten until all his teeth fell out.

There was another reason for his nervousness. He looked at his watch. It was exactly 18:00. It was time for the news to come.

"It came!"

An operation agent came into view like running through the field.

"Chief! News is not good."

Ariba's expression hardened after receiving the message.