Mercenary Black Mamba

"I'll explain the overview of the operation again. Dupin and Spetsnaz, heading for Cyangugu, could not break through the defenses of Lieutenant Colonel Padri's 11th Airborne Brigade and they infiltrated into Faix Cathedral. Lieutenant Colonel Padri blocks Mai-Mai and FDLR, who helps them out on the outskirts. Major Besson enters the Cathedral grounds and introduces the civilians, and Major Paul catches the mole. Beware the psychics and Spetsnaz's snipers who help Dupin."

Ariba coordinated the operational overview and mission distinctions.

"Fucking asshole, it means even if mercenaries kill, they wouldn't care. I need to finish this job and go global. Black will feed you," said Paul in his mind.

Paul didn't feel very good. As always, mercenaries were bullets. Although Legion Etranger was a mercenary with a passion for battle, KGB Team 7, Ubiksa, and Spetsnaz 8 Team, were no match for the least number of opponents. The loss of troops was as plain as day. It was not a new thing, but every time he was hit, he was not comfortable with it.

"Ndende is not a Bodélé Depression, right?"

Paul frowned and expressed his dissatisfaction. DGSE was the one who pushed the Ratel Team as bait into the endlessly wide Bodélé. If Black Mamba hadn't been there, they would have all died in Bodélé. Ariba smiled and drew a red line on the map.

"No way. Major Paul still seems to be left with the afterglow of Operation Raccoon. Ndende is a narrow area of less than 2km wide. As a typical fishing village, the number of households is only 1,500."

"What will we do about the damage to local people's lives?"

"Pong Se (French Foreign Minister) will pay for the meal."

Ariba stopped talking.

"It sounds like you're going to push through whether civilians live or die, and if there's a problem, it'll be resolved politically," said Paul in his mind.

Paul felt wretched. Because of this, if a country was powerless, people would be shrill-voiced. In fact, it was a strategy he took for granted before he met Black Mamba.

"What's the state of the advisor?"

"It's mediocre. He can't participate in this operation. According to the Special Advisor, there could be an unexpected big battle. Lieutenant Colonel Padri, if you get a variable, push it with the Gazelle and the armored car."

"Of course. I'll show them the truth that the French army is strong even without the advisor."

Lieutenant Colonel Padri shook his fist with a fiery clench.

"You fool!"

Besson's face darkened. Black Mamba, who smashed the U.S. camp and vanished like the wind, was a thrill itself. If Black Mamba had been well, there would have been no need to even mobilize an army.

"Is Black seriously injured? Only John says that his teeth can't even fit into a boiled pumpkin," said Paul to himself.

Paul laughed at Ariba.

******

3 a.m. Tutututu! Five attacking gazelles sprayed leaflets over Ndende. It was a warning message that if they didn't respond to the introduction, their life was in danger. The 3rd Battalion, 2nd Battalion, 11th Airborne Brigade, led by Lieutenant Colonel Padri, finished evacuating the citizens and besieged Faix Cathedral.

Major Paul's 13th Foreign Brigade Paratroopers and Besson's Luupdeng AMX-10 RC, a wheeled armored vehicle, entered the cathedral grounds. The speaker rang loudly. Luupdeng armored vehicles circled the cathedral grounds and began broadcasting the warnings with high-performance speakers.

"Dear priests and faithful citizens of Bukavu, a vicious terrorist has infiltrated the holy Cathedral. Please leave the building immediately and gather in the grass square in front of the Priest Hall. The muzzle of a brutal terrorist is targeting your life. Please leave the building and be protected by the French army. After a while, the suppression operation will begin. Break away immediately."

Residents and believers who were feeling an unusual atmosphere poured out of the building. Tang! Taang! Besson added sound effects with blank bullets.

"Ack!"

"Save us!"

Chaos ensued. Frightened, people of all colors ran frantically towards the yellow-lined lawn. When the chaos reached the extreme, a group of Black Mamba appeared secretly in a shrubby garden.

Fizz! Black Mamba flew like a bird and landed on the dome of the cathedral. Sun Woo-hyun and Zulu grabbed army rope and climbed sharply like lizards.

The height of the central dome of the Faix Cathedral was 30m. He overlooked the cathedral grounds. The huge cross and iron railing provided good cover. It was the perfect spot to catch snipers.

"Really, talking about the country..."

Black Mamba looked down at the mess. Faix Cathedral was comparable to Myeong-dong Cathedral in Korea. It was equivalent to U.S. forces in Korea spreading a leaflet, saying "Citizens should get out of Myeong-dong", in the air and also similar to Green Berets entering the Myeong-dong Cathedral and suppressing the terrorists.

The acquiescing government was also ignorant and the submissive citizens had no answers. Even though it was a bit sloppy, Korea was still in better shape. At least, that was what people were talking about.

A country that had neither the will nor the ability to strike a blow, a country where no one cared if poison leaked from an abandoned chemical plant for three years—he had no intention of helping this country and its people. Sleeping anger was not anger and belated justice was not justice.

"Wakil, Captain Paul is in danger."

Sun Woo-hyun inserted a Dragunov bullet.

"Subordinate, the goal is Dupin. If you want to help Paul, take care of the snipers."

He had held hands out of necessity, but France and the United States were sloppy. He had no intention to help actively.

"Understood, Sir. Hold me tight."

Sun Woo-hyun shook his head. He, of course, didn't know why the mood of Black Mamba was not good.

The DGSE Operations Department had been already identifying 152 resident personnel. In the process of verifying his identity with the support of the Luupdeng 13 Foreign Legion and the growth of Bukavu, the winner was summarily executed.

After a body search and identification, priests and citizens fled the cathedral under the protection of the official crew. The introduction was completed by bringing an old priest and five local monks from the Priesthood and Cannery of Luupdeng.

"South Korea bastard is meddlesome."

Sun Woo-hyun, who saw Jeong Pil-su jumping from the maneuvering vehicle, clicked his tongue.

"Leave it alone. They live and die so that this is their destiny."

Black Mamba was subtly admiring. He was a courageous brute, but he was the guy who jumped into a dangerous place to try and get the Oparts. Maybe it was thanks to this jingoist guy that Korea could avoid being like Africa...

Tutututu! Tang, tang, tang! The gunfire began to ring from the outskirts. A sabotage operation by the Mai-Mai rebels and the FDLR began. Bababam! Bang, bang, bang! The Gazelle nimble twisted its fuselage to fire rockets and chain guns. The Zaire army was nowhere. It was a pitiful situation in which bloody clashes took place between foreign troops and armed rebels in the land of Zaire.

******

The dimensional sight was wide open. Five guys hid in the priesthood room, 19 hid in the canning room, 17 hid in the memorial cemetery and as many as 41 KGB helpers hid.

It was ridiculous. This was a phenomenon that could not happen without the support of the cathedral. The French military shoveled the KGB and other clerics as if they were protecting them. There was nothing unexpected as much as a commonly happening thing in the Third World.

The problem was that the guy they were looking for was not among the 41 people. Human flesh and anger, the pungent smell of firearms and heavy fuel oil, and low, rapid whispers disturbed the senses. There was no sign of a transforming doppelganger hiding somewhere.

"Oh no, we're late!"

Living in a memorial building built in the form of a digit was flowing. This was the building that Paul was commanding mercenaries to search for. The snipers' target was, of course, the commander.

Swish! Rushed Black Mamba picked up Dragunov's bullet and threw it. Tang! A bullet that shortened the space of 300m hit the bulletproof helmet. Paul's head turned around after being hit all of sudden. Fizz! A sniper shot passed Paul's earflaps.

Jangle! The moment the frightened Paul was pressed to the ground, the clattering sound of glass shattering was heard. Three grenades erupted from inside the building.

"Run away!" Paul yelled out and ran.

It was the sound of a pumpkin dropping. The mercenaries jumped like grasshoppers. Bang, bang, bang! Five or six mercenaries who could not escape the explosion radius were thrown out in the tyranny, covered in debris. The sound of a grenade explosion was a signal, and gunshots and explosions began to ring from all directions.

The cathedral suddenly became a scene of chaos. Buildings collapsed and tombstones smashed. A heated battle also took place at the cemetery where Paul personally went. Bullets were pouring like rain, and hand grenades, gun grenades, grenades, and anti-tank guns were tearing apart human flesh.

Even the dead were not at ease. Crucifixes were blown away, marble tombstones were smashed, and rotten coffins popped out. The stone powder and lime powder were cloudy, so the battlefield could not be seen properly.

Bang, bang! A squad of mercenaries that was hit by high-explosive RPGs was smashed in blood. Caught by a machine gun cross net and an automatic grenade launcher, Luupdeng was crushed without even raising his head.

"Back to the behind. Hit the back!" Paul screamed out.

He was about to go crazy. Because of the snipers, he couldn't use the supporting arms. Those bastards fired grenades and RPGs mercilessly, but their grenadiers couldn't even raise their heads.

"Subordinate, two o'clock direction, the left roof, end!"

Sun Woo-hyun put his eyes on the Dragunov's sight. Only the top of the helmet was slightly hung over the crosshairs. Pat! The head of the KGB sniper who was aiming at Paul was tilted. Click! Zulu fired an Asshibal Giotto. The sniper, who was shot in the face, fell to the ground.

"I don't know who are you, but thank you!"

Paul shook his hand and went back to the behind of the memorial building.

"Subordinate, cover Paul. And Zulu, catch the guy who bounces off."

Before he could finish speaking, two men jumped out of the prayer platform in front of the main building and raced in the direction of the Giardini Plague. Choking! Zulu caught him at once. He was a natural sniper who used Asshibal as a sniper rifle.

"Not them either. This bastard must have hidden his tail tightly."

Black Mamba shook his head. Ubiksa's stealth skills were well experienced. If those bastards worked together to warp the space, their dimensional sight would become useless. He believed his premonition and waited tenaciously. Humans can deal with humans. His interests were Doppelganger and Super Grendel.

"Suguri!"

Sun Woo-hyun and Zulu put their heads down. Pat! Ding! A burnt stone was pierced into the plaster wall and the copper railing was torn off. It was a sniper shot that was fired by a KGB sniper after capturing the location. Swish! The grenade that flew 300m disappeared through the spear as if it sucked in.

Boom! Flames were pouring out of the window. When the snipers were crushed, the mercenaries surrounded by the West Priest crouched under the window and sprinted into the hallway.

A light twinkled from the window on the second floor of the cannery.

"The rooftop of the canteen at 10 o'clock direction, 15m from the right!"

Pat, pat! Sun Woo-hyun caught two snipers who were targeting mercenaries. Black Mamba informed the sniper's location as if he was helping, and Sun Woo-hyun and Zulu caught them as if they were taking out chestnuts to be cooked in a bonfire. As the snipers embedded in the element were caught one by one, mercenaries moved swiftly like a frog in water.

As the mercenaries launched a wave, the firepower of the KGB side, which was pushed by numbers, cooled down at once. Two companies of mercenaries entered the building at once.

"Did that bastard run away? Did we make a wrong prediction?" 𝐟𝘳𝑒𝗲𝘸e𝒃𝘯𝒐𝐯e𝚕.c𝒐𝒎

Black Mamba shook his head.

"Wakil, I think he looked one way and rowed another."

Black Mamba looked at Sun Woo-hyun with wide eyes.

"Oh! I think you studied a little bit."

Sun Woo-hyun shook his head. Contrary to the praise, it was written in his eyes that he was pathetic.

"Dear subordinate, that word is a word used when attacking. The Great East River, taking things as they come is true."

Pat!

"Aww!"

Zulu, who incurred a whipping, clasped his head and moaned.

"You explanation freak bastard, how dare you to teach my subordinate. Did Ahmmad teach you like that?"

"Tsk-tsk, how come you go back to the same place when you just become a human?"

Black Mamba shook his head in disagreement.

"Wakil, I'm originally a human being. A battlefield full of bullets while carrying a Wakil..."

"Wait!"

Black Mamba raised his hand. Hundreds of tombstones at the top of the cemetery were in good health despite the bombardment and gunfire. If he was lucky enough, he could survive the bomb blast, but Black Mamba had no choice but to doubt it as he had experienced with Ubiksa.

Duung! Rule of Sight came into play. The marble tombstones, which stood in an orderly fashion, lined up in five rows and they were enlarged one after the other. A tombstone with a fine greasy trace on the top of the tombstone was caught in sight.

Unlike other tombstones, the standing angle was rotated about 15 degrees. The distance between the central dome and cemetery was approximately 350m. This was the only skill available to a first-class sniper with hawk eyesight.

Mercenaries dragged the body out of the cemetery building. There were five whites and seven blacks. The mercenaries rushed to the cemetery. They poked the probe and started the search for the grave.

"Knowing is a disease."

Black Mamba reached out his hand. A stone flew and was caught in his hand. Experienced Paul didn't just pass the cemetery. There was no chance of finding the hidden one, but there was no time.

Tang! Paul stumbled. An object flying somewhere struck the reinforced helmet. Seeing the object, Paul's vision became distorted. It was a flat stone.

"Putain! Which bastard?"

Paul, looking everywhere, slammed a stone in front of him. He felt a strange feeling on his fingertips.

"Break away immediately. As far as possible!"

"That's right. Black Mamba of the world was hit by a mole or something? Am I Jjangu? Enough to believe that!" said Paul in his heart.

Paul laughed.