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"Roger, I\'m tracking."

Tutututu! Littlebird took off the camouflage and departed. Singleton tossed the phone and stretched his body which had stiffened with tension. The first mission was over. The rest was up to McKinley, who was thrown as bait.

******

McKinley\'s Shadow Team Humvees rushed in as mercenary platoons poured out of Chinook Cabins, Bukavu Airfield.

"Putain! What are those?"

The mercenaries and the Shadow team, whoever came first, fired guns and immediately went into battle. A pitiful situation ensued as the Airport Guard Zaire Revolutionary Army was scattered like spider cubs and combat units from other countries were fighting against each other.

Both sides were veteran killers in battle. Sudden gunfire and cannon fire covered the airport. Tutututu! A Gazelle, unaware that Hercules was smashed, entered the airfield airspace.

"Myung-jin, what is that?"

Jeong Pil-su who was looking down at the ground through a windshield was in awe. It wasn\'t an airfield. It was chaos. The building was burning bare and the wreckage of the aircraft was strewn with debris. Meanwhile, the yellow and black combat uniforms were engaged in a melee battle.

"Don\'t you know when you see it? It\'s a mess," Kim Myung-jin replied uninterestedly.

"Did you eat something wrong?"

Jeong Pil-su looked at Kim Myung-jin with a smirk.

"A grasshopper needs to flap its wings so that it will sprout when the cold wind blows, right?"

"You got angry, look at this bastard. If they play with Black Mamba, they will get ten times more."

"Well. Surprised by all the surprises of your life? It just sounds like a joke for the kids."

Kim Myung-jin was strangely blunt even when he thought about it. Because he had been through so many absurd events, and the holocaust, life and death seemed to be someone else\'s business.

"Bastard, it is fine. The airfield is twisted. Did the plane come?"

"Dying or fainting."

Kim Myung-jin made a scratching sound on someone\'s leg.

"Mr. pilot, let\'s go back to headquarters!" Jeong Pil-su yelled.

The foreign mercenary pilot didn\'t even pretend to listen. The friendship of foreign mercenaries was hot. No mercenary would turn away from his comrades who were pushed by a decent punch. The Gazelle lowered its altitude and bowed its nose. Shadow, who found the Gazelle, ran in search of the cover like a bean splash.

Whizz! A machine gun mounted on the lower right side of the canopy picked out the target. Swish! A 20mm chain gun swept the ground. The Shadow, who did not find the cover, was torn like a mop. Shadow immediately fired a counterattack shot. Crack, crack! A bullet struck the lower part of the Gazelle ceaselessly.

"Fucking bastards, I\'ll blow them up at once."

The maneuverable Gazelle sharply crossed the road and took control of the rear. The angry co-pilot powered the trigger and pulled it. Bang, bang, bang! The fireballs flew in line. The target was a huge low-oil tank covered by Shadow.

"Oh, that\'s jet fuel..." Jeong Pil-su muttered.

Tutututu! A helicopter appeared in the sky. This was the Littlebird that had been tracking Gazelles in the Luhihi Valley. Gazelle and Littlebird had a cockfight by exchanging gunfire.

Boom! Sparks splashed from the oil storage tank. The flame grew large in a short time. Bang! The atmosphere was distorted like shimmering air. Jet fuel was not gasoline but heavy kerosene, which was close to kerosene. It did not catch fire because of its high flash point, but its explosive power was much stronger than gasoline.

Thud! Five huge jet fuel tanks, that were lined up, exploded at one time. Whoo! The flames engulfed a 300m radius and the atmosphere rapidly expanded. The Littlebird twisted, lost its lift and was sucked into the flames.

"Bing-shin, rise. Go up, go up!"

Jeong Pil-su opened his eyes and writhed. Playing with fire without fear? It looked like a whole roast. The Gazelle pilot, with his face shriveled, stepped on the Collective and pulled the steering wheel. Hwaak! Irregular updrafts hit the Gazelle.

"Ahh!" Jeong Pil-su screamed unwittingly.

It was as hot as jumping into boiling water. The stalled Gazelle twirled round and round like a stingray kite with the wrong tail. The altitude fell at a time.

The pilot attempted a landing glide. Crack! Bang! Gazelle squashed the bushes on the outskirts of the airfield and rolled around like a kicked tin can.

"Dae-deok fucking bastard! I thought this would happen," said Jeong Pil-su in his mind.

Jeong Pil-su lost consciousness. At Kamembe Airport, the runway turned into a scar, the terminal burned down and the control tower collapsed. The battle between Shadow and Legion Etranger ended in a copperplate construction that devoured the airport that used to be in good condition.

******

"Putain!"

Ariba, seated in the co-pilot\'s seat, nervously took off the headset. He looked at Black Mamba with an expression like he ate fermented thornback at once.

"Ariba, did you get a divorce notice?"

"It was worse news. Kamembe Airport is smashed."

Ariba was serious. The plan to take control of Bukavu by sending the 13th Djibouti Regiment by air went awry. If they used Kisangani Airport, they had to travel 700 km by land.

"That\'s hot news. The culprit is?" Black Mamba asked calmly.

"I presumed it was Shadow. The Gazelle, which was boarded by Koreans, also fell."

"Fell? It wasn\'t shot down, but it fell?"

"It is said that while Littlebird and Dog were fighting, they were swept away by an explosion that they didn\'t know the cause of."

"If they\'re lucky, they\'ll live."

Black Mamba was not interested. It was luck if they were alive and it was the fate of an agent if they were dead. He did what was necessary and the rest depended on their ability and luck.

"Advisor, it\'s a big problem. There is no way to bring up Djibouti solidarity."

"Ariba, it\'s not the time to worry about others. I think the Yankees just decided to leave. If you don\'t want to be a burning can, you\'d better have a parachute."

"No way! I have a flight notice, shall I fire a missile?"

"Heh, you lost your sense of realism as expected. Bad things are hard the first time, then it gets easy. So, if I get three stars, I get a special hire as a windbreak manager."

"I am going to be crazy!" Ariba said inwardly.

Ariba was sick of it. He wanted to hit the calm Black Mamba as if it was someone else\'s business. Of course, it was a realistically impossible wish. Ariba, contrary to his heart, quickly moved the container to the side of the cockpit.

"The Yankees are on the move!" the pilot shouted.

Ariba turned his head. Humvees lining the jungle road were caught in the hood. It was like a caterpillar moving by biting its tail.

"Hit it and catch it!"

"What did you say?" asked Ariba.

He thought he heard wrong. A pre-emptive strike against the US with an attack helicopter in a situation where there was no evidence that the US provoked first would put a huge diplomatic burden on the government. Of course, the red line was drawn in the career.

"Beat him up. It\'s not about shaking hands and making friends. "

"No, Sir. The problem becomes too complicated."

He shook his head. There was no evidence that the U.S. military shot down the Gazelle and attacked the airfield. Unfortunately, he could not even secure a prisoner for fear that Black Mamba would notice. If the Yankees made an excuse for it, that was it.

"Is that so? Put your hands on it or not."

White smoke was seen rising through the jungle canopy. If the smoke could be seen with the naked eye, it was within 3 km. The effective range of the Stinger was 4 km. At 285 km/h, the Gazelle was an ambiguous distance that could be avoided or beaten.

Black Mamba smiled brightly and looked at Sun Woo-hyun. Sun Woo-hyun and Zulu carried the container. An alarm rang a moment later.

Peeing! Peeing!

"It\'s a missile. Lock on, lock on!"

The Gazelle soared rapidly. The pilot poured flares like hail and opened the distance with overhead maneuvers. Bang! The warhead passed the flare and exploded nearby. Tremble! The helicopter shook as if it would break.

"Damn it, it is a Stinger!"

Ariba hit the console with a fist. Infrared tracking missiles tracked the heat source as the seeker spun about the missile\'s axis. The flare emitted infrared light that was stronger than the engine heat source to attract or disrupt the seeker.

The Stinger adopted a two-color detector instead of a spin seeker that was vulnerable to flares. The two-color detector tracked near-infrared and medium-infrared simultaneously, so it was not easily deceived by flares.

"Bbedang, check the system!" Ariba yelled.

"Tail rotor debris was hit, the system is fine but the mobility is poor."

"You foolish bastard, you get beaten up by a ground dog," Sun Woo-hyun grunted.

"Advisor, you said that they wouldn\'t fire missiles?"

Ariba resented Black Mamba.

"There\'s a madman everywhere. That\'s why I told you to shoot quickly."

Black Mamba grated on his nerves as if saying what was the problem.

"Madman! He really shot it."

Ariba ground his teeth. He was skeptical but he hadn\'t thought that the US military would fire a missile at a French helicopter that had been notified of its flight. If this happened, they had to take self-defense measures. Backtracking was the job of the headquarters and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

"Bbedang, attack!"

The Gazelle descended rapidly. A 20mm chain gun mounted on the left side of the cockpit blew out sparks. Bang, bang, bang! Ariba, whose eyes were turned over, frantically pulled the trigger. Tracers shot up from the ground in a row in return.

"They were spread out and hid. They couldn\'t do much damage. "

"Bbedang, approach again."

"Ariba, you better bounce around instead of shoveling too late."

Before Black Mamba\'s warning was over, two missiles fired through the jungle canopy.

"Bbedang, there is a missile in the direction of seven o\'clock."

Black Mamba warned before the lock-on alarm sounded. The Gazelle emitted a flare and soared.

"Someone said the Stinger has a range of 4km!" Ariba screamed.

The missile narrowed 5 km in an instant. Bang! One shot hit the flare and the other hit the Gazelle, causing the melee fuse to explode. Di-di-di! The fuselage swayed from side to side.

"Bbedang, hold the center."

Ariba clamored. White smoke billowed out from the top rotor of the helicopter. The lower part of the main rotor was the engine.

"Power pack pressure is dropping."

"Bbedang, was it wrong?"

Ariba fell into panic.

"Yes, it was wrong, Sir."

The pilot shook his head. The RPM dropped to a level where it couldn\'t maintain lift. Purr! Altitude fell sharply. The jungle canopy under their feet approached black. Ariba\'s face, on the contrary, was white.

"I\'ll give you back as I received it. Taste the fear of death first," said Black Mamba in his mind.

Black Mamba\'s eyes were cold. It was the intention to return the horror and pain that Hae Young must have suffered without knowing the English language. Zulu opened the windproof door. There was the feeling of cold wind. Ariba, with a yellow face, carried the container and tightened the harness. When the helicopter started to twist, it couldn\'t break away.

"What\'s wrong with my destiny?" Sun Woo-hyun hung a ring on the berthing line and grunted.

"Deuxieme Rep are falling from the sky normally."

Black Mamba disappeared suddenly without parachuting. Swish! Sun Woo-hyun and Zulu disappeared from the platform. Only the band connected to the packing bag fluttered in the strong wind.

"Ah, what is this..."

Ariba threw himself into the air. The Gazelle glided through the canopy and was sucked into the jungle. Bang! Flames and black smoke rose.

Ariba and Bbedang fell into the canopy. Black Mamba glanced at it and put a point on the GPS. The jungle was difficult to recognize as a feature. If one did not take a reference point, one might be lost even with a GPS.

The majestic green carpet unfolded endlessly. It was a familiar view, but every time he saw it, it was wonderful. Hell was going to open in the Black Forest from now on. The man who should have lived would live and the man who should have died would die. Sun Woo-hyun and Zulu took the trunk and went down to the ground.

"They have approached. Is there claymore?"

"There are four sets of the main body and three hundred meters of wires. Put booby traps around the helicopter. I will divide the conductor and drag it."

Sun Woo-hyun was a master of guerrilla warfare. He would feel the patient\'s pulse at once.

"After the blow, get stuck."

Black Mamba\'s eyes flashed blue.

"Since it is Wakil, there has been a lot of poison," said Sun Woo-hyun in his mind.

Sun Woo-hyun felt sorry for the U.S. army. The Yankees, whether they knew it or not, stepped on standing still Black Mamba\'s tail and his fangs bit them. The main army deliberately moved the battlefield to the jungle of Ituri. The Yankees\' power was not strong, but if they hit and fell in the jungle, they couldn\'t help but be defeated.

"How is the pilot doing?"

Sun Woo-hyun looked at his eyes. Sun Woo-hyun, who was quick to notice, did not mention Ariba.

"Zulu, when the battle is over, pick up the pilot and take him to the Pygmy village. The location is stamped on the GPS. We need to find the village of Olonge."

"Yes, Sir!"

"Wakil, look at it."

Sun Woo-hyun and Zulu quietly disappeared.

"Shall we start?"

Click! Twenty rounds filled the Dragunov magazine. The distance to get a view was tens of meters at best. The MP5 fit, but it didn\'t penetrate Shadow\'s body armor and full-face Mitch helmet. Dragunov\'s punching power was needed to send it in one shot.

"You are not in a good mood."

The nature of Black Mamba was Korean. From the time he had crossed the threshold of school with a handkerchief for wiping his nose on his chest, he had been taught that America was a good country. In fact, the U.S. military was merciful. They satisfied their hunger with large buns and quenched their hunger with rationed flour provided by the U.S. military.

Brainwashing at the time when cognitive functions had been formed, had become a kind of prejudice. The U.S. was a good and great country and the U.S. military was on their side. Even after realizing the truth that no one fed freely in the world except parents, prejudice had not broken easily.

Prejudice was broken here in East Africa. If there was honey, there must be bees that would sting. There were butterflies and wasps on the grass in full bloom. There were no good guys in the world and there were no bad guys as well. If one interests matched, he was a good guy, and if one interests conflicted, he was a bad guy.