Mercenary Black Mamba

Korea had no resources to sell, and there were not many attractions to attract tourists. The earth is wide and has many empty lands, but people work like an ant in a small country that has the size of a palm. Even if they want to live like the main character in the drama, it is just hope. If they are lucky enough, they could buy a small house. Otherwise, they will live a pathetic and poor life in a small room when they get older.

There are two reasons why life can be hard even if they work hard. This is because of a small portion of the pie to share and unfair opportunities. The background of it is corruption and greed. Self-centered and selfish people naturally covet a metal ball in another person's hand rather than 99 gold balls in their own hand.

The essence of politics and administration is not power but coordination and service. No one has chosen the present life. Some were born in Korea, while some came out from wealthy families, and others were not born like that.

The role of politics and administration is to increase the burden on wealthy families and feed one more meal to low-income families. If politics and administration lose justice and balance and become corrupt, the gap between the rich and the poor widens and society becomes unstable.

When people lose trust in politics and the government turns its back on them, some take advantage of the opportunity to take more significant benefits. So, Novatopia changed the rules of the game altogether. Shouldn't people live like humans, at least as much as they have been tried?

Jeong Pil-Su walked around the entrance of the dormitory. When he woke up from the dream, his mind would be complicated. Ariba, who received the report from Mambasa, would also have a complicated mind. If Jeong Pil-Su was born in France, he would be worried instead of Ariba. If Ariba was born in Korea, he would be worried about him instead of Pil-Su.

If one took a step back in your life, it would be only empty, self, and the laws. Those two agonized about Ooparts together as their brains would explode, but it would also be forgotten as time passed. However, the meaning made by each belief and position at a particular time would remain. That's why people need to receive things with an open-minded.

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"I knew you'd be here. What are you thinking so deeply about?"

Dupin followed and climbed up the hill.

"Welcome. Is the surgery over?"

"This place is called the Hill of the Wind. The cool wind blows from the lake all year around. The view is the best as well."

Dupin did not answer immediately but pointed to the lake with a cane and smiled nicely.

"I'm not comfortable enough to immerse myself in seeing the view."

Black Mamba was slightly enraged. From the first meeting with the medical chief, he felt a strange sense of incompatibility. Despite the mild and gentle impression, there was a faint smell of blood.

It was not the smell of blood on the surgeon's body but the smell of blood felt by the soul. He couldn't blame the smell of blood, but a political behavior was annoying.

"The operation went smoothly. The prognosis is better than I thought."

After Dupin noticed his discomfort of him, he switched his mood quickly.

"Thank you."

Dupin smiled like an as nice person.

"I have a favor to ask, special advisor."

"I'll listen if I can."

Black Mamba was a human being who paid back ten times the favor and a hundred times the grudge. He would listen to his favor if possible because of Hae Young's.

"There are few wealthy locals here who can use our hospital. I have a free clinic in Kabumba. Recently, I couldn't open that clinic for three days because of the activities of Mai-Mai and FDLR rebels."

"You do a great job. You want me to clean them up?"

Black Mamba asked as if the guerrillas were like a delivery bowl from Chinese Restaurants placed in the front of the house. In Kabumba, Dr. Livingston performed medical activities and there was Lord Edel's hospital. They were willing to clean up if the rebels interfered with humanitarian medical activities.

"You are kidding me. They hold guns because they had a hard time living."

"Well, that could be possible."

It could be possible to say that if Dupin was a philanthropist like Edel.

"There's a patient who needs to immediate treatment. I have to go today. Please give me a handgun for self-defense. They're tough guys, so old man's stick won't affect them."

Black Mamba liked the gentle-looking doctor whose white beard covered his chin. Is it because he was like Edel? The eyes in the thick horn-rimmed glasses looked very good.

"I'll talk to Chief Ariba."

"I'm running out of time. I'm asking you because I don't like complicated procedures. I must leave now to come back in the evening and take care of her."

The last word was decisive. He couldn't stop Dupin, who went out of medical service, and Hae Young's treatment should not be delayed. He put the backpack on the bench and took out the spare Beretta.

"Thank you! Like this?"

Chick! Dupin pulled the back slide. His way of handling gun was very clumsy.

"It is a fifteen-bullets gun. There's a bullet in it, so be careful."

"Thank you. You always carry a backpack. Isn't it heavy?"

"It has become a habit. Do you want me to put my men as bodyguards?"

"You don't have to."

The smell of blood, which had been felt mild, became stronger.

"Is it like this?"

Black Mamba kicked the ground and attempted to teleport.

"Arch!"

His foot didn't fall. The ground changed like strong flypaper around his waist and climbed up him.

Bang-Bang-Bang!

Dupin fired in a deft with Weaver position. He fired bullets exactly at Black Mamba's head and chest as if he had made a clumsy move. There was a spark in his head and blood in the chest.

God-level Black Mamba couldn't avoid bullets pouring in front of him while being stranded. He instantly covered more than a dozen 9mm parabellum bullets.

"Ah!"

At the same time as it was shot, a thunderous shout broke out. Baam! The sticky string burst out of control because of the Gongjinpa. Flesh and blood splashed everywhere. The identity of the string was a transformative human being.

"It's a monster!!"

Dupin threw his cane. Black Mamba moved with a flesh. The cane accelerated at the speed of sound and caught up with Black Mamba like a missile moving. Puck! There was a heavy hitting sound.

"Ouch!"

Black Mamba collapsed while looking at the cane stuck in his abdomen with absurd eyes. Bang-Bang-Bang! Dupin poured the remaining bullets from the shell and picked up the backpack. He was more than a monster compared to the information he received from Seunek. He used the holy spear, so the only thing that he needed to do was run away.

"Damn it!"

Dupin, who tried to run, grabbed the backpack and let out a swearing word. The backpack didn't move at all, so he almost dislocated his shoulder. The weight of preliminary ammunition, including Dragunov and MP5, mounted in the backpack, was more than 30kg. Including emergency food, water, and other items, it was around 60 to 70 kg.

Dupin, a Doppelganger talented, had no different muscle strength than ordinary people. He was not qualified as Black Mamba, who was like a monster. He didn't hesitate to flip the backpack. Valuable contents poured out.

Dupin found a milky-white cylindrical object that emitted cold air at once. It was what Black Mamba stored in Life Bessel (emergency first aid bag) and moved back to the backpack. The reason why he kept the Ooparts in the backpack was that it killed his stamina.

Ooparts, which contacted Balsara, breathed cold air. When the body temperature dropped by 1℃, 650cal was consumed. It would be better to turn the fan in the igloo than sweat in the sauna to lose weight.

"Haha! I found it!"

Dupin put Ooparts inside and ran without looking back. It took only five to six seconds for him to flee after the first shot.

"It's gun sound."

Sitting on the bed, Zulu, wiping Muramasa, stopped moving and looked at Sun Woo-hyun.

"It will be the sound of catching ducks in the lake from a stupid soldier."

Woo-hyun was apathetic. East Africa was a messy place. It was not surprising that the shell exploded, let alone the gunshot. He was into Kami no muchi that was given by Black Mamba. It was a great weapon as much as he saw.

Despite the strength of bouncing the Pangge, the flexibility was good, like a raw rubber. It was sharp enough to cut the iron. It was wonderful that his boss threw this treasure like a chewing gum.

The windowpanes vibrated as if they were going to break at the sound of a shout that exploded like the atmosphere exploding.

"Oh my god, Wakil!"

Woo-hyun smashed the window and jumped off from the fourth floor. Zulu, who followed him madly, ran to the hill. They felt like the distance between the VIP dormitory and the hill was hundreds of kilometers, not 400 m.

"What are you doing?" Woo-hyun yelled at him.

He wondered how an informant could have such a bad sense! He wanted to kick his ass. Jeong Pil-Su, who couldn't catch up with the situation, ran like a fire wheel. Ariba leaped out of the porch with a pistol pulled out.

"Get him!" Woo-hyun, who saw Dupin jumping into the jeep, shouted.

Dupin glanced around and stepped on the accelerator. The jeep jumped out with a scream.

"Dupin..."

Ariba cried out. He wouldn't stop even if they called him. The guards and strike teams would flock like bees if he hesitated. Bang-Bang-Bang! Ariba and Jeong Pil-Su fired a pistol, but they were useless. Even Black Mamba could not kill humans who were more than 100 meters away from Glock.

"Hua!"

Zulu threw Muramasa. Muramasa, which flew like a comb, was stuck in the rear of the jeep. That was all. The jeep left the headquarters.

"What was it?!" Ariba screamed.

When he arrived at the site, only skid marks and the smell of gasoline remained. A group of armed men popped out of a red brick building next to the hospital. It was a five-minute waiting group for the 11th Air force brigade.

"Chase the jeep. The target is Chief Dupin."

"General Sun Woo, I'll track him down."

Ariba ran to Heliport without hearing back any response. He couldn't believe that Dupin was a KGB mole, but it was the reality that he couldn't deny. He was embarrassed by the sophisticated and stealthy management of the KGB General Bureau.

"It worked out."

Ariba smiled with satisfaction. He assumed that Black Mamba obtained Ooparts, but there was no evidence. He hesitated to ask it. While hesitating, the medical chief appeared, shots rang, and Black Mamba collapsed.

When Dupin flipped Black Mamba's backpack, he regained consciousness. It was Ooparts. He could link all situations at a time. Black Mamba wiped seven Spetsnaz teams and Ubiksa and obtained Ooparts. KGB sent a superpower to re-capture the Ooparts.

Dupin was 10,000 times easier than Black Mamba. In addition, Black Mamba couldn't say anything if he got Ooparts from Dupin's hand. He never knew that Boniface, DGSE's director, was Nova.

The rotor spun furiously. The SA342 gazelle handled fuselage control and gunship by the pilot while the co-pilot controled the firearm. Without a co-pilot, the operation of the weapons was limited, but there was no time to load engine shells and missiles anyway.

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Dupin stepped on the accelerator like a crazy man. Katana road, which connected Kisangani and Bukavu, was unpaved like the Afircan road. He couldn't slow down the jeep as if he was riding a rodeo bull. He felt like he was going to grab his back.

The man covered with 15 bullets in front of his nose and penetrated by the holy sphere did not die. It was horrible to see his smile showing his teeth.

The KGB and the cooperated organizations made all-out efforts to give away the best treasure, the holy spear. The problem was the holy spear stuck on his body which needed to be back. He would die if he failed to deliver the Ooparts to the organization.

Claxon rang in the rhythm. A group of children from the lake swarmed out. After Dupin passed the road, they occupied the road. The chase jeeps appeared.

A dozen of children started to dance by showing their hips in the middle of the road. The chase jeeps flashed their headlights and honked, but no one cared and kept playing around.

"Putain, who are they?"

The batter jumped off and pushed the children away.

"Mister, I want to eat chocolate."

"I only drank water for two days."

"Give me a penny."

The children clung like ricks.

"Putain, they are with him. Get rid of them!"

The soldiers stuttered and the boss screamed. The batting crew pushed them away with a gun and hit him with a buttstock. The children were bleeding, but they still clung like leeches.

If they held a minute, they would get food for a month. If they held two minutes, they would get food for six months. If they held three minutes, they would earn food for three years. The children were bound to die. When the hitting team handled the ticks, they couldn't even see the jeep.

******

Dupin, no, Maslov ran and headed to Abattoir. A jet boat waited on the Lucic River on the Congo-Rwanda border after he passed Abattoir street.

"Haha, I'm a hero."

Maslov, who beat the pursuers, was in a good mood.

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