Mercenary Black Mamba

The Great Rift Valley is the genus of the Earth, where cultural anthropologists and geologists visit as often as rats come in and out of water jugs. There was no reason for Hae young to not visit for an academic survey, but the problem was that she was involved in a large-scale military operation. He had a bad feeling about it.

"Damn, why the hell did she go to that insane place when she's got a frail body."

He let out a sigh. What is the East African Rainforest like? It was an overly dangerous, way too filthy, primitive land, full of primeval violence, and the land of barbarism full of nasty human malice. The foresight gained through awakening continued to sound a warning. Mussang picked up the phone again.

"Pissin Direcium (Pool owner)! The Unbeatable."

-Master, how are you?

"Not very good. I need to know the situation of Ituri."

Mussang cut the small talk and requested information.

- U.S. troops, various rebels, and special forces are playing tag. We are desperate for you, master, but I didn't want to disturb your peace.

"Peace has already been broken, so explain."

-The beginning of the incident was the earthquake of Goma. The Pre-Cambrian strata were exposed and the Yankees threatened Mobutu.…. Then a sleeper on our side acquired a certain item and lost contact, so a sudden bloodbath...….

"I don't care whether Yankee makes bread or rice out of lithium. It doesn't matter if they dug up the Ooparts or found the Holy Ark. Do you know what's going on inside the U.S. military camp?"

-I apologize. All operations personnel are in a state of kite (the agent that lost contact), and Luop Deng, who attempted to infiltrate the interior, is helpless against the Agrippina Shield. The National Security Council is strongly requesting the intervention of you, master. Are you interested in making pocket money?

"Well, Novatopia is a mess, too.…."

Mussang blurred out the end of his sentence. He accidentally played a double-check.

-Master, leave Novatopia to Ombuti and Nova Chevalier. It is a good opportunity for the leadership and the people to become one and lay the foundation for the country in the process of overcoming adversity. The modern history of Korea has also lost a lot of things due to the liberation of the leadership and their people.

"Hm, that's true. The problem is asymmetrical power."

- the Governor Ombuti has contacted me. If it's sarin gas that you're worried about, don't worry. We're deploying bombers in Djibouti. I'll turn Bachilkile into a sea of fire.

"That's good!"

- We lost contact with the Operations Department team we sent out to Mambasa and five groups of Loup Deng. We are at a loss for the U.S. military's supply operation and the assassination scheme of people with unusual powers. The Areva uranium mine, Kigura gold mine, Buni tin mine, and even Irumu zinc mine are closed. If you solve it like Caparuza, I'll send you a billion francs. You need to raise the seed money for you to get married. (Laughing)

Bonipas, unaware of what was going on in Mussang's mind, giggled. It was an outrageous amount of cash being gambled. Only Bonipas, who knew Black Mamba's true ability, would offer that much.

'Ha, look at him!'

Mussang couldn't repress laughter. The true intention of Bonipas, hoping for him to smash the U.S. forces and sweep the rebels away, was clearly visible. The East African underground resources are the magical jars for France and Belgium. The right to develop resources obtained by the U.S. is a powerful move that threatens the vested interests of France and Belgium.

"I can't say for sure at the moment. Let me know the planned manpower for now."

- Currently, the U.S. military has an estimated 1,300 combat troops and 250 volunteers, including Marine Corps Armored Battalion, 15 Shadow teams, 20 DIA Strike Battalion, Combat Engineer Battalion, Chemical Company, etc. Between 60,000 and 70,000 people are going crazy in the cramped Ituri Triangle, including the Ryubanka Special Forces and Japan Special Forces, 25,000 Congolese rebels, 12,000 Rwandan rebel forces, 8,000 Ugandan and Sudanese rebels, and 12 unknown armed militants. The details will be briefed by Chief Ariba. I'll be waiting, then.

"All right."

It was frustrating because even the director of DGSE knew nothing. Not surprising, thinking of what kind of place Ituri Jungle is! The area where the chaos took place is the outskirts of the jungle, but it is not an easy enough place for inexperienced spies to be flourishing.

Bellman, the former team leader of the CIA's Middle East team, didn't have good enough information, either. He only reaffirmed the fact that a top-secret operation called the Greenflow Project is underway in eastern Congo, and that Hae young was in the camp. As Mussang was distracted making multiple phone calls, it was a late night.

Frustrated, Mussang walked through the bamboo forest. Novatopia can be left to Ombuti and Bonipas, but when it came to Hae-young, there was no choice but to check himself. Should he go? His brain hesitated, but his heart roared for him to hurry and leave. The rustling sound of dry bamboo leaves being stepped on under his feet, and the buzzing of the wind exiting the dense bamboo forest sounded like gunfire on the battlefield.

Garuda's artificial intelligence knows no good or evil. If sent to Novatopia, there is a risk that the worst holocaust in mankind will occur due to the formidable firepower. The humanized Kamdoong needs to keep Eungsim-je safe. Ultimately, it means that he has no choice but to go himself. He wanted to live a normal life, but the heavens didn't allow peace.

"Am I really the reincarnation of Asura?"

Self-deprecation seeped through Mussang's face as he looked up at the moon. Asura is a god-killing creature, the king of blood whose purpose in existence is to fight. He lifted his hands. These are hands stained with the blood of thousands. Is there fear? There is pity and regret, but there is no fear.

A strand of black cloud swept through the full moon embedded in the sky. The moon that followed when leaving this big uncle's house, the moon that he looked up at, in Inje Nature Preserve, with Hae young. The moon that looked down at the desolate Sahel covered everywhere by the Harmattan, and the desert moon that shined on the distorted face of a young soldier taking his last breath. It was the same moon. It is only a matter of humans separating it, calling it this moon or that moon.

That's right. Just as the moon is one, so is this mind intertwined like a mess. In a life that has already seen enough blood, the master said that Karma is fear. Habits and accidents made by accumulating blame and remorse are Karma. The agony is inside, not outside.

He pulled kukri out of his bosom. The wavy pattern shined in the bright moonlight. Wooo- The livid blade, blueish from the moonlight, cried out. A farmer who goes out for harvest grinds a sickle, and a samurai who goes out to the battlefield sharpens a blade. It's time to turn back into Black Mamba, the nightmare of the battlefield, from a mama's boy, and a caring brother.

Mussang headed for a water faucet in the front yard. He sprinkled water on the whetstone and sharpened the blade of kukri. The whetstone brought from the old house became a crescent moon with a hollow center and convex edges on both sides. It is a trace of decades of kitchen knives, sickles, straw cutters, chisels, and all kinds of blades passing through.

The son is sharpening a deadly weapon to cut human hearts and necks on a whetstone, the one where his father sharpened a sickle to harvest and a straw cutter for forage. Father fed the family by farming with the tools he sharpened, and the son feeds the family by killing people with the sharpened weapon.

Each is only doing their job in their own place. There is no reason to wrap it up nicely with justice, and the distinction between good and evil is meaningless. He forgot about the desert, the jungle, and Hae young. His mind, distracted without a place for rest, gathered to one point and began to harden.

The blue air shook. Someone has entered his territory. The familiar energy is his mother.

"Son, are you going to go to work?"

Kim Mal-soon's voice is wet.

"Mother, it's late at night...…."

"When her son can't sleep, what kind of mother would sleep comfortably?"

"It's nothing. I'll be back from a short business trip. We have to make money to make a living."

Mussang made a fuss.

"..."

Kim Mal-soon touched his son's body without saying a word. She stroked his thigh muscles, felt his sides, and touched his chest. Under the dense skin, muscles like iron plates and stone blocks were felt. Her heart ached thinking of all the hardships that her son must have experienced, to get to this strong body.

"Don't get hurt, my son."

Kim Mal-soon stroked her son's cheek. All the years of her soothing her sour heart by stroking her sleeping son's cheek every night, passed by like a flashlight.

"Don't worry, mother. Your son is strong. Very strong. I'll bring back a lot of money."

"You fool, don't try to slide by on the topic."

Kim Mal-soon slapped his butt.

"Hehehe!"

Mussang grinned. Her habit of smacking the butt has remained the same as before.

"Oh, my son's butt is very solid. You can't avoid things just because it's dangerous. If you come home with an injury, I won't even feed you."

Kim Mal-soon shook her fist and went down to Hangrang-chae. The Buddha is enshrined in one of the rooms of Hangrang-chae. It was obvious that she will stay up all night praying for her son's good fortune. His mother was truly a strong person.

There was another quick-witted woman. It's Jin-soon. It's his fault for not clearing the memo sheet. Mussang concentrated on sharpening the knife acting innocent. The sound of sharpening the knife at night was creepy. Jin-soon squatted next to him.

"Mussang, isn't it Ms. In?" The one that is no benefit to your life whatsoever."

Mussang just sharpened the knife, pretending not to hear. The tail of Jin-soon's eyes went up.

"Mussang, is it dangerous enough for you to sharpen kukri blade at night? It's her, isn't it?"

"Stop cornering me, you punk. You're going to make me suffocate."

"Hmph, Why would you suffocate? I'm the one with the broken heart. It's the woman who left you when you were in trouble. The woman who never wrote a single letter nor made a single call. Why do you get so hazy when it comes to Ms. In when you're normally such a firm and decisive person?"

Mussang could fully understand her feelings. No, it was scary. Her face, which was always as warm as the sun, has turned into an old witch's face. The cold wind whirled around.

"Umm!"

A heavy sigh came out. There was nothing else to say.

"I'm not jealous. You can bring in a hundred Edels. But she's not it. I'm not saying Ms. In didn't love you. If Edel's love is giving, that woman's love is demanding. There is no end to the love you give, but the love you demand is to end if there's nothing to receive."

Tears welled up in Jin-soon's eyes. Mussang had a such hard time because of Mr. In. If the grandfather monk hadn't taken him in, Mussang might have been a lost cause. Maguni, the woman who teased his pure love, is attempting to lure Mussang to the battlefield. Jin-soon felt anger and resentment. She wanted to pull out of this woman's hair.

"Hae young is the woman that left. We won't get involved again."

Mussang said firmly.

"Then why?"

Jin-soon asked back. He is not an indecisive person who will accept Ms. In who left, but his attachment is the problem. He always smiles and won't say anything they won't like to hear, but when he decides on something, no one can stop him.

"I owe her a lot. If she is in danger beyond her control, it is also my responsibility. I am a man."

Mussang uttered a word and kept his mouth shut. If you take risks for a woman whose fate with you has ended, while there are countless people that you need to protect, no one, not even Jin-soon, will understand. However, relationships are not some concept that can be fabricated and calculated. Give without expectations!

"Your true enemies are none other than women. Ms. Jang, Hwa ja, Ms. In, they're all women. Hm!"

Jin-soon breathed a sigh. Mussang's life is included in the word "man".

"Cho Jin-soon, mother, Auntie, Edel, Yeong-a, Mina, Yeon soon, Gye soon, Mal soon, Ou soon, are they not women but men?"

"Don't be such a child. You are almost immortal, but not exactly immortal. Your mother knows roughly everything she needs to know. She seems fine, but how do you think she feels? Don't get hurt."

"I am happy to have you. Thank you."

Mussang sighed with relief. If Jin-soon is stubborn till the end, things become difficult. She's the one who'd hold the baseball bat and guard in front of his door. Mussang smiled brightly and raised his fingers to point to the stone lantern in the garden. Zoom- Bang- The stone flakes busted everywhere.

"Oh, my God!"

Jin-soon's eyes, which confirmed the stone lantern, were so big that there was no way they could get bigger. The stone lantern as thick as the human body had a smooth hole. He's someone who can't be called a human, but she didn't know he would be this much.

"I am the Unbeatable. There's no creature that can do me harm. I received a request anyway. If Hae-young is in danger, I will save her, but if there is no problem, I will not touch her. That's better, right?

Mussang wiped Jin-soon's tears and hugged her tight.

"Stop it. You think I would like that. Hehehe!"

"Don't worry. I don't even know all of my abilities. I am happy and want to protect my happiness. I'll take care of it and return shortly. Let's hold a wedding ceremony after I get back."

"Mussang!"

Tears filled Jin-soon's eyes.

******

[Chicken!]

[Mom, why are you calling me?]

[I have somewhere to go]

[Here I go]

Zoom - Garuda popped out of the sea floor. Garuda, which ran an anti-gravity engine, soared 10,000 meters above the sky in an instant and headed for the Eungsim-je. A black veil fell over the sky above Eungsim-je. Swish- Mussang shot up like a feather and sat on Garuda's neck.

[Let's go!]

Zing - The scout read his thoughts and specified the direction and destination. Zoom - The black curtain disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

[Chicken, slow down!]]

Black Mamba, THE Black Mamba showed his weak side. Even with the strong body of Epidium supersonic speed was still difficult to withstand. If it weren't for special aramid clothing made by the DGSE technical department, the clothes would have been torn apart by wind pressure. Garuda slowed down to subsonic speed. Still, he couldn't breathe very well.

'Damn, I can't get used to it. I should order a face mask.'

He couldn't resist any longer and covered his face by making an air layer with resonance waves. Garuda reached the sky of Paris in 12 hours. Mussang fell on the roof of the DGSE main building and climbed the wall over the window of the Director General's Office on the seventh floor.

"I'm here to earn some pocket money."

Bonipas got up quickly. The Gauloises, which was in his mouth, fell.