Mercenary Black Mamba

"Ha, what a disgraceful situation for DGSE. Even with that, people in charge did not become eaten?"

Black Mamba smirked.

"Don't even mention it. The pool is boiling. We have several friends who are also being treated for burns. Because you, advisor, accepted the request, many people were saved. Hahaha."

Ariba, with his composure returned, changed the screen. 1:7,500 East African military map projected. The red circle is the Green Zone and the rebel sphere of influence, and the dense number is the number of troops. The distribution of power could easily be confirmed at a glance.

"We just need to get a sense of the overall situation. There is information entered on your GPS, advisor. The rebels are familiar with geography and are connected with the natives. Please avoid trouble if possible."

"Well, we don't have to worry about a bunch of sloppy rebels or lightly armed agent groups. The problem is Uncle Sam. The Marines and the shadows, full of equipment and firearm, are no joke, but the real problem is the reinforcements that will flock like the termite corps."

It was an actual headache. Bonipas wanted to beat the U.S. troops out. Although he received it on the side, but a request is still a request. Personally, if he wanted to take Hae young out, he would have to poke at the the U.S. military camp. As Jin-soon said, he is close to immortality, but not an immortal.

Even a mere child knows that the United States is the one and only majorly powerful nation, and that the U.S. military is the strongest. The reason why the U.S. military is strong is its strong supply capability. The United States is the only country in the world capable of indefinitely distributing well-trained troops and superior weapons to conflict zones. Hitler's madness and Tojo Hideki's maximization spirit also collapsed due to the Yankee's supply offensive.

The U.S. also showed unimaginable supply capabilities during the Korean War. When the South Korean military filled its hungry stomach with salted rice balls, the U.S. military shot their guns while eating bacon and steak. The U.S. military drank fresh milk while the Korean military quenched its thirst with muddy puddle water. When the South Korean military saved even a single bullet, the U.S. military wiped out the ground with a carpet bombing.

Shadow is a hidden poison dart. Once special powers rush in like wasps, and the Marines support firepower, they become quite a nuisance. In addition, with any chance, overseas troops will flock and aircraft carrier fleets will be deployed. To be honest, they were a strong enemy that he wanted to avoid if Hae young wasn't involved.

"Who will lead the local Luop deng?"

"It's Major Luc Besson. Luop deng is a special force that's not in your command system, but you can obtain cooperation as a special military advisor. Of course, the Air Force guarding the Areva uranium mine, you can utilize them as you please."

"Method of contact for the local contingent?"

Ariba pulled out a GPS. It was much smaller than the GPS used in Ituri. It was enough to fit on the palm of one's hand. Ariba turned on the power. The map was loaded in an instant.

"We have increased portability and speed, but because of storage space limitations, we only have maps of East Africa. There won't be much trouble for this operation. I'll show you how to use it."

When Ariba rolled the trackball, the screen moved and zoomed up when pressed. The numbers indicating coordinates and distance moved in disarray. When LOUP was entered, the map was zoomed up and five blue triangles appeared. It has been upgraded beyond comparison with the original product.

"It's a secret hideout of Luop Deng. We've had a scuffle with many, and beaten up by black masked men and we've retreated to Buni. Besson's face won't look very pleased."

"What's the point of seeing a displeased face?"

Black Mamba bluntly asked back.

'Ha, the boar's going to get beat up.'

Ariba prayed for the repose of Besson. There is no possibility that an obstinate advisor will seek cooperation. He could picture the inflexible Besson getting beat up while claiming the right of command. When he typed Areva, the blue triangle blinked 30 kilometers away from Mambasa in the direction of the Okafi forest.

"It's a mine where the Airborne Company is stationed. Do you want me to show you how to use it again?"

"No thanks!"

"Don't trust GPS entirely."

"Right."

The Ituri jungle is not downtown Paris and the guerrillas are not air brigades. The terrain changes day by day and the guerrillas move often.

"It will be easy to move since the Yankees have been drilling roads everywhere."

"It's not like I'll be driving a Bugatti, no point in roads. It's easy to get hit by an RPG while hanging around in the open field. Tarzan is the best in the jungle."

Black mamba tapped the pocket on his top. In Ituri, the best way to run on the upper part of the canopy spread out like a rug or move in a pendulum with an army rope.

"But what's the use of roads when you fly around the jungle like a bat? Cholera broke out in East Africa. Vaccines don't have much preventive effect, but can at the least prevent diarrhea."

"It would be more fun to fly around the jungle with you. Would you like to dance with this Black Mamba?"

Epidium doesn't even need to be vaccinated, but he thought Ariba, who talked like it's someone else's problem, was malicious.

"Oh, what use will you get from this desk bound body that can barely keep itself going? It's said that the better the devil you know than the devil you don´t know. I'll give you a present, so please take it easy on me. Hehehe!"

Ariba took out a greenish yellow top from the cabinet with a wasteful smile. His heart rattled whenever he gets asked to go to Ituri, even though he knew it was a joke.

"It's unusual for a bulletproof jacket."

"It's a STF bulletproof jacket coated with liquid metal. It cost 1.5 million francs to produce one suit."

"That's a hell of an expensive suit. What's the level?"

"Level III by NIJ standards."

"I could take a few shots of a 7.62mm rifle. It's annoying, but I guess I'll have to endure it if i don't want holes on my body."

The rating of the bulletproof suit is determined by the Double Six test. The performance shall be confirmed by firing six rounds of the corresponding bullet, and its performance shall be maintained for six years.

"Try it on."

"It's as soft as jelly."

Black Mamba was slightly surprised. Existing Level III bulletproof suits employ metallic bulletproof plates inside. Plywood-level high-strength bulletproof suits take a large downside in activity. Thin and elastic bulletproof suits with Level III protection are fraudulent.

"It's made for the inner skin so that it doesn't interfere with movement. When shot, the liquid metal instantly hardens. The production cost is too high to be commercialized. We've only made two for the president and you, advisor."

"It's an honor."

"It's a respectful treatment to the national treasure."

"Respectful treatment my ass. You have to keep me alive so you can continue to use me."

Black Mamba grumbled. Ariba only smiled.

"Weapon?"

"I've put him in Hercules, the one you're going to board, advisor."

"I don't need that slow junk of a transportation. Bring it!"

"What? Okay, got it."

Ariba, who didn't know why, picked up the phone. After a while, a truck arrived. Four agents groaned and lowered two large storage boxes and a small case.

Black Mamba opened a small case and housed the modified Dragunov (GRAU index 6V1), MP5sd3, Glock, bullets, and throwing weapons in a bulletproof backpack. The heavy container is a heavy firearm for Ssamdi. Even a MAG heavy machine gun was just a toothpick for Ssamdi. Black Mamba took Emil's advice and adapted a mini gun for the helicopter and an automatic grenade launcher to fit Ssamdi's body shape.

Mini guns and MK19 are supported firearms mounted on helicopters, armored vehicles, and Humvees, and are not objects for humans to carry and run around with as a support firearm. The M134 mini-gun alone weighs 18 kilograms. If you add a coal-fired device and a motor, it weighs 28kg, and if you add a 7.62mm NATO 10,000-gun belt, it weighs 128kg. The MK19 automatic grenade launcher modified by the DGSE Ministry of Technology for portable use is also just as heavy. Its own weight is 30kg and its 40mm grenade is 0.8kg. Combining a barrel containing a hundred grenades is 110kg.

Black Mamba carefully inspected the equipment. The center of gravity was checked by combining the canister to MK19, and the bullet function was checked by connecting the cartridge to the mini gun.

'Hmmm~ Should I go with?'

Ariba's eyes dimmed. Males instinctively admire strength. The appearance of a superman handling a huge piece of iron like chopsticks itself was truly moving. He wanted to see a real monster running wild on the battlefield, not Rambo, who carries an imitation and makes a plausible stage production.

"No way! I have to live long and thin."'

Ariba shook off the conflict. If he entered the chaos full of rampaging monsters, he will be dismantled.

"We first need to secure the KGB agent who escaped the camp, right?"

Black Mamba ordered repackaging of the equipment and asked Ariba.

"Yes, to be exact, it's an ooparts owned by a rotten rose protected by the Ubic Company."

"Reasons why you are so sure it's ooparts?"

"There is a record in DGSE of a bowl discovered 150 years ago by Sir Alain de Botton in the Luwenzori Mountains. It is said that keeping fruits or ingredients in the bowl maintained freshness for a month. The DGSE technical department estimates the metal bowl to be a holium (a resonator). Mambasa is the same fault zone as the Luwenzori Mountains. The so important, that drive-Uncle Sam-crazy-important ooparts, have been discovered."

'If it's that important, the Yankees would put predators in? Is it because they're beyond uncomfortable existence to them? Or do they believe in the special forces?'

Black Mamba tilted his head. There was no way for him to know that McKinley was delaying the report for fear of getting reprimanded.

"I wouldn't understand these pointless things even if i listened, but I have to put work in for the money received."

Black Mamba put on the backpack and tightened the strap.

[Chicken, keep it]]

Black Mamba easily picked up the weapon container and threw it into the air. A sound of air splitting was heard. Heavy object bursted into the night sky like a cannonball. Pitch black darkness fell from the night sky. Garuda snatched the unit with its claws.

"Wha, What is this?"

Surprised, Ariba's eyes widened.

"Le biyu Jami er biyu zequi tsong le maihweh. (For clothes, new clothing is better and for people, old companion is better.) Good work."

Black Mamba tapped Ariba's shoulder, which was gazing at the void.

"Oh, it's getting dark.…. I've got accommodations ready."

Ariba could not wait to part from this natural disaster. He is a human being and Black Mamba is a monster. We all need to hang around similar ones. If he experienced spooky things like this every time, he felt that he wouldn't be able to live out his destined lifespan.

"I don't have time. Let's have a drink at Lake Yoa after this assignment."

Black mamba kicked the ground. If he wanted to take care of Kamuge and Bansiri first then head over to Ituri, he had no time to be hanging around. Black mamba rose into the night sky, and pitch blackness covered the sky and disappeared.

"Wha, What?"

Ariba looked up at the sky blankly. Only stars glittered in the black sky. He appeared like a ghost then disappeared like a ghost. It happened so quickly that he didn't even know what happened.

"Is it the return of Kanma? Whether it's Kanma or Ange de la mort, we are on the same side, what could be the problem. Uncle Sam and the rebels are the one that has to worry."

Ariba just thought it is what it is, as usual. Same goes for all humans. Objectively, a bad guy is a good guy as long as he is nice to me.

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Attorney General Davis couldn't take his eyes off the report in front of his eyes.

[About ooparts that are believed to be Room-Temperature Superconductor]

Reporter: Ron McKinley, Thomas Samuel

1. Excavator: Hae Young Lin (PhD in Santa Barbara Earth Science. Association Assistant)

2. Seize Escapee: Barbara Helen. Agent from the DIA counterintelligence unit, presumed to be a KGB spy.

3. Dead : Jim Kerry (Doctor of Geology, University of Washington. Association Assistant). Presumed to be a DGSE spy.

4. Progression : Helen killed Kerry and intercepted an object believed to be a room-temperature superconductor and escaped... Researcher Lin, a South Korean national, is in custody after questioning... The KGB field team is with Helen... currently tracking lots of casualties...

5. Matters concerning the ooparts (technically based on the interrogation of researcher Lin)

1) Shape and specification: Milky-white metallic, 150 mm, 20 mm diameter, seamless cylindrical type

2) Physical Properties

- Characteristics type two of superconductors (External temperature below 30℃ Tc작 operation)

- Critical temperature 258K

- Surface Temperature Tc1 When Operating -10℃ (estimated)

- Hardness Brinell hardness cannot be measured, Mohs' scale cannot be measured

- Nano unit sintered single crystal compression molding (estimated)

- Strong induced magnetic field formation from an external temperature of 40℃ and surface temperature rise from an external temperature of 32℃ or lower

...

6. Based on the results and circumstances of the interrogation, the unknown ooparts acquired by researcher Lin were certain to be room-temperature superconductors. Changes in lithium isotopes and the discovery of room-temperature superconductors strongly suggested the existence of a Super-ancient civilization.

...

Davis couldn't close his wide-open mouth. Grandmaster Lamartin's prediction was correct. The room-temperature superconductor is a substance that the committee scientists and engineers who are studying the magnetic field confinement device of the fusion reactor dream of.

It takes months to cool existing superconductors with liquid nitrogen. Superconductor activation exhausts and consumes energy. He'd never imagined a room-temperature superconductor that changes physical properties by itself without injecting external energy.

This means that if they reverse-designed the ooparts and created a containment container, the temperature can automatically drop when the temperature of the fusion reactor rises and trap the plasma. The biggest challenge of external energy input disappears. If Prometheus' first gift was fire, Ooparts would be his second gift. He is also a nuclear physicist. The desire to touch and to research ooparts came to a boil.