Chapter 671: Chapter 63 Episode 7 Asura

An ice-ball-like monstrous creature sneaking into a window opened with the intent of airing out cigarette smoke. Bonipas, frightened, opened the drawer and scrambled for the pistols. Boom- resonant waves swept through the body like waves. PAA- Ice crystals formed on hair and eyebrows as well as ice covering its face bounced off.

“What is this? Almost as bad as gas chamber at the guerrilla station.”

Black Mamba waved his hand. Cigarette smoke that filled the room whirled out of the window.

“Ugh, Master!”

Bonipas’ jaw dropped. Korea and France are not neighbors. There was no contact from the embassy in Korea, and Falcon is also at the mooring station of De Gaulle Airport. Apart from this, unauthorized aircraft cannot enter the airspace.

“Did you ride the stealth Pegasus?”

“It’s similar.”

Garuda is a perfect stealth creature. The plasma surrounding the fuselage absorbs all the radio waves and replaces them with thermal energy, and the replaced thermal energy is absorbed by the outer skin. No existing radar can capture Garuda. Bonipas was not wrong.

“Are you serious?”

“I’m serious. It was good enough for my first flight, but it’s too cold.”

Even the one and only Black Mamba was disgusted by the long-term subsonic flight. The plasma covering provided a pressurized environment, but there was no counter-measure for coldness and shock waves. The temperature in the troposphere drops by 0.65°C every time the altitude rises by 100m. The temperature of the lower stratum at an altitude of about 10,000m becomes approximately –30°C to –50°C. He was exhausted from enduring the tremendous cold and the shock of the flight.

“Whew, you surprise me every time, master.”

Bonipas shook his head. He could not help but be surprised, though it’s become the norm.

“Is there a reason why you, the General Director, be smoking cigarettes one after another with a bitter face on?”

Black Mamba smiled and brushed the ice off his clothes.

“Every man has his own bowl, his own timing and space. Even something as easy as drinking cold soup for you, it’s a lifelong concern, for a criminal like me. Two Mirages from Marseille’s 7th Air Force group were shot down at Ennedi and one returned to the Jipoon Dari airfield in a partial-destruction state.

“Hm, do the voodoo dregs have surface-to-air missile sites? Did Brezhnev intervene?”

The Black Mamba was surprised. The Soviet Union used free weapons to win favor with the Third World and actively supported rebels against the pro-American regime. When the Soviet Union intervenes, things become a bigger problem.

“It was not a Buk site. It is presumed to be Igla.”

“Mirage was attacked by Igla?”

Black mamba frowned. Igla is a portable surface-to-air missile with a practical altitude of only 3,500 meters.

“We were caught off-guard. Over the Bachilkile Valley, rising air currents and Hamattan meets to form a strong vortex. For precision bombing, the altitude must be lowered to less than 3,000 meters. The crashed Mirage was hit by three or four small surface-to-air missiles.”

“It’s the worst terrain, worst climate, worst situation. What about the pilot?”

“Became captive. They sent a blackmail letter to behead the pilot if we tried to bomb them again.”

Bonifpas presented the letter that came through the telex.

“Odam Allied Forces, Bansiri? Why is he in Bachilkile?”

Black mamba’s eyes grew bigger. The sender has a familiar name.

“He must have joined hands with Kamuge. From the perspective of Bansiri and Kamuge, you are their lifetime enemy, master. He was Assad’s henchman. I can assume the route where Igla and poison gas went into their hands.”

“The carcinogens joined each other? These guys are saving me trouble. Hehehe!”

Black Mamba gave a creepy laugh. Bansiri, who fled from Caparuza to the underground passage, and Kamuge, who fled from Ituri, were making him uncomfortable. This was great.

“They’re done for!”

Bonipas prayed for the repose of Bansiri and Kamuge, who caused natural disasters.

“The two pilots…”

“As long as they’re alive, that’s enough. I’ll save them, too. As a bonus.”

Black mamba was cool. If Bonipas were a modern Korean, he would have shouted, “Santi-Santi, cider!”

“Thank you.”

Bonipas, without question, bowed his head. He is the master who has saved 20 hostages, all intact, by searching the Ituri jungle. It is not a problem for him to find two pilots who have been identified.

“Weapon?”

“Chief Ariba and a transport plane are on standby at the 7th Marseilles Air Force group. We have weapons for you, a minigun for Ssamdi, and automatic grenade launchers loaded into the transport. Since I never thought you’d make a ridiculous appearance.”

“Hmm, should I go to Marseilles?”

“Master’s hard work saves time. Hahaha.”

Bonipas laughed. The ulterior motive was to find out how his master appeared without a trace. His heart fluttered to see what other monsters would appear after Kamdoong, Ssamdi, and Dino.

Black Mamba identified the location of the 7th Air Force group on the map. It was 730 kilometers straight from Paris, about an hour away.

[Chicken, did you confirm?]

[Vector analysis completed]

The intelligence network scout linked to Black Mamba’s optic nerve has completed the analysis.

[Let’s go!]

Black Mamba flung himself out of the window without hesitation.

“Oh, no. Master, master!”

Frightened, Bonipas rushed to the window. The pitch-black darkness covered the window.

“Wh, what?”

Bonipas rubbed his eyes. Crrrr- the darkness twirled its body around. The wings were wider than the soccer field, the body with about five Mirage combat planes, and the unimaginable giant flight ULF filled the view. Black Mamba was sitting in a comfortable position between two horns that protruded on its head.

“Heeeeehhh…”

Bonipas, with dropped jaw, only uttered a meaningless groan.

“Bonipas, tell the president I said hello. Let’s have a drink after we get back.”

Garuda rose vertically without moving his wings as if he was moving in space. It’s an impossible movement, whether it’s a living thing or an artificial flying object. Garuda, which quickly became a black dot, disappeared from Bonipas’ view.

“Is Master truly a God?”

The Glock fell out of Bonipas’ hand. It was a series of shocking performances from when Black Mamba appeared, and until he disappeared. He even forgot that he was holding a pistol.

*******

“Damn it, I have to drive a Lamborghini like an ox cart, it seems.”

Black Mamba grumbled. The circumference of the earth is 40,000 kilometers. At this rate. it will take an hour to get to Marseilles, which is close(?) by riding Garuda, which can travel anywhere on Earth within an hour.

[It’s not my fault. It’s your fault, mom.]

Garuda protested.

[Chicken, speed up.]

Black Mamba showed unnecessary courage.

[Oh, yeah!]

Zooom- Garuda accelerated explosively. BANG- There was a sonic boom. A terrible shock wave hit the passenger. Plasma wall couldn’t even stop the roaring sound and shock waves.

“Ah!”

Black Mamba, swept by shock waves and sound waves, lost balance and fell. Even epidium becomes a pancake when it falls from 9,000 meters above. Shoooo- Giant claws snatched its falling master gently.

[Hey, slow down!]

An unsightly scene of the great Black Mamba being thrown into the claws of a flying beast was created.

[Hehehe!]

The price of his unnecessary courage was the sneer of this pesticide spray machine. Garuda clearly showed that he was an unmanned pesticide sprayer, not for boarding.

******

Marseilles 7th Air Force group cafeteria for Officers,

“What? Natural disaster waiting in the division?”

Ariba, who received the radio message, kicked up off of the chair.

“Oh, how can they do that in half an hour? Does this make sense?”

Ariba screamed. Whether it makes sense or not, a natural disaster has struck. His plan to relax and enjoy haute cuisine flew out of the window, but that’s not the problem. There are no executives that are still decent after disturbing Black Mamba’s temper. Ariba scrambled to the DGSE Operations Branch.

“Long time no see, adviser. *panting*”

Ariba did not hide his gasping for breath. It’s a pathetic face-saving action by a powerless servant.

“Whatever! Ariba, who’s the one who kicked my ass and then called me in?”

The situation in Novatopia is fully understood, but the situation of Ituri is in limbo.

“I’ll explain.”

Ariba flashed the projected beam. A map of Africa was projected onto a 100-inch wide screen.

“The area where the unprecedented bloodshed is the Triangle area where Uncle Sam bought the right to explore and develop resources from Mobutu. There is a regional specificity behind Uncle Sam’s easy acquisition of development rights. the eastern part of the country where Mobutu, which was unable to control the vast land, and was a headache~”

“Hey, I’m not an employee of the Ministry of Land, Infrastructure and Transport.”

Black Mamba cut off the explanation.

“I’m sorry, the green zone is about 10 square kilometers. The camp area is about 2.3 million square meters. About 2,300 people stationed, 12 M2 Bradley, 45 Humvees, 9 Cobra attack helicopters……. The camp location is Eunpanwaja, 65 kilometers northwest of the Areva uranium mine in Buni. Uncle Sam had deployed an engineering battalion to spray defoliant and built jungle roads six months ago. The 125km road from Irumu to Mambasa has been completed and continues to be built around the camp. Meaning that it’s not just about resource development. And….”

“Ariba, you’ll have to be my partner in this operation.”

Black mamba waved its palm outward. It’s a French gesture that he doesn’t like something.

“Oh, what a terrible thing to say! I’ll shorten the explanation.”

Ariba freaked out. The terrible environment of the black forest is not a legend but a reality. The U.S. military, which has been on the offensive side for supplies, was also trying to avoid it, but it has caused hundreds of non-combat casualties. If an ordinary information analyst entered hell, it was difficult to see the sunrise of the next morning.

Ariba put a satellite image on the screen. In the middle of the green sea, there was an orange solid line that appeared as if a hair had fallen. When the screen was enlarged, a white line across the slope cut by the landslide appeared.

“It’s an area that collapsed from the earthquake. The white deposit shown in the picture has been identified as a salt deposit layer. Yankees have deployed hundreds of people to investigate salt deposits. Assuming it’s lithium.”

Although Ariba is quick-witted, he guessed wrong.

“Hey, what IS going on inside the camp?”

Black Mamba raised his voice. The flight stress from the Purple Chicken was scorching Ariba, who did not do anything.

“Yep. As you wish. An item that a DIA female agent suspected of being a KGB mole took out ten days ago, is an important ooparts. Loup Deng, who received a call from an agent who infiltrated the camp, was dispatched, but gained no information. There have been rumors that some U.S. soldiers have detained and executed civilian scientists.”

“Um, you don’t know anything. What’s the current situation?”

“It turned out that the KGB operations team is an assassination team headed by Lt. Col. Milovic. Currently, the U.S. military has engaged in anvil and hammer operations, and rebels and agents from each country have stepped in. The Milovic team is trying to break through the net, but it’s not working. Other than the U.S. military, the first force to watch out for is the Irumu-based Maimai rebels. They’re training thousands of boys at the Eunyalaca Training Center.”

“Oh, I’m sick of it. kids with guns, again!”

Black Mamba groaned. He experienced the brutal acts of the rebels putting a young child up as a bullet shield was tiresome. Children in Africa in close combat areas grow up in unspeakably poor conditions. When armed forces finish off the village, orphaned children have nowhere to go. The tragedy of children absorbed by the rebels attacking other villages gets repeated. In short, it is a hell of familiarity, with no perpetrators or victims.

Although he had a hard childhood, he was not raised as an animal, because he was born in Korea. Humans who have been fundamentally blocked from self-growth and achievement opportunities are no different from animals. If you were born in Chad or Zaire, he would have become an animal and raised without self-development.

“I don’t think it’s like that. Bosco Ntaganda himself is the Great Sorcerer and has many capable wizards under his command. I’m very concerned about what they’re going to use the young soldiers for.”

“Dirty bastards! I’m gonna have to wipe out everything.”

He gritted his teeth. Children around the age of ten who rush madly, while drunk on Yorunba, are simply impossible to deal with. Even when it’s a child, when they held a gun he couldn’t help but kill them. You don’t understand the disgusting feeling you’d never want to feel again unless you experience it yourself.

Ariba painted an elongated ellipse from the Bingi on the west bank of Lake Albert to the Capo River on the Ugandan side at the southern end of Lake Albert.

“The second forces are the Rwandan rebel FDLR and the Ugandan rebel UNLF. They’re also a big force with medium-sized support firearms. There’s no need to worry about the other tens or hundreds of small armed forces.”

“Is their tendency the same as Chad’s?”

“It’s not much different. They’re all a bunch of bullies who want to get into power by any means. The Zaire, Uganda, and Rwanda rebels often do fight for their interests, but they’re essentially cooperative. In short, without a proper leader, the people suffer. The third forces are the KGB Ubic group and the Japanese ninja group. It is estimated that there are between 30 and 50 people in Ubic Company and 50 and 100 people in ninjas. There are many with special abilities among them. Say, if the U.S. military and rebels wield rusty slaughter knives, the Ubic group and ninja will poke your vital point with a needle. There have never been so many spies in the jungle of remote Africa, it’s not Tokyo or Washington. People on our side just watch from afar, thinking what’s wrong with those guys?”