Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

When she suddenly became anxious, the man whispered in her ear.

“It's Okay. ”

It was a low voice with a strong sense of trust.

She nods, realizing that the customer's mind is fine. But Besham, who was observing Gina with a piercing force, shouted.

“They're up to something!!! ”

Surprised, she looked at the avatar of the guest.

Suddenly, I thought something was creepy in his eyes. A frightening creature lurks in the forest, breathlessly searching for food.

“I saw what they were up to! ”

Besham desperately tried to persuade the baby killer.

“He was strange from the start. Who comes all the way out here alone to buy diamonds without a bodyguard? He must be a member of the government! ”

As soon as the word "government troop" came out, I became nervous for a moment.

Everyone stared at the man with fierce eyes.

The man sits on his butt and asks for water to make sure that people's suspicions don't bother him in the least. He acted as if he had no idea of the serious situation he was in.

The absurd baby killer instructed me to bring water, and to bring all the belongings of the man from Agina's house.

* * *

When I opened the trunk, I found passports, clothes, notebooks, satellite phones, and a metal rod the length of a man's forearm.

The first thing Baby Killer noticed was a satellite phone.

As he pressed the button with a curious face, he turned off his interest when he learned that the phone had been discharged.

“What's this? ”

The man reaches out for a stick. After he grabs the rod with both hands, he twists it into an elongated cane.

“I don't have a good knee, so I really need this. ”

You nod your head loudly, proving that what Agina said is true. It's because when a man wanders around the village, he can always see him walking around with this cane. But Besham did not agree with the man's opinion.

“Don't lie! There's some kind of weapon in there! ”

The man shakes his head. He sets his foot on the staff and walks toward Besham. Agina hurriedly followed behind the man.

Every time I move, I hear a metal rod digging through the ground.

“What are you going to do! ”

Besham, a nervous man, throws his staff at Besham with a grip.

Besham's arm, which had received the staff without even knowing it, sags down due to the weight.

Agina translated.

“See for yourself if the weapon can fit. ”

Besham grunts and struggles to find the secret in the staff.

I turned, swung, punched, but I couldn't find anything strange about the heavy lump that looked like it was cast entirely metal.

Becham looks embarrassed, and the baby killer approaches and takes his cane. He raises his staff and swings it into the air.

“What? It's so heavy. ”

“I was right! A weapon that can easily crush a person's head!!! ”

Besham writes a crotch.

The baby killer looks at Besham and frowns.

“Yes. Like you said, a man's head will be crushed in one blow. As long as you can swing it. You're gonna have to swing and wake him up. ”

Ajina Shisei's face turned pale. It was his son who was designated by the baby killer to swing the staff.

Besham, who had a fierce look in his eyes, stood up, grabbed the rod with both hands and refined his posture toward Agina's son.

Suddenly, the man stands in front of Besham and opens his mouth. She translated the words of the man.

“I call myself a non-violent pacifist. If he needed a weapon, he brought a gun with him. Why would he bring it alone? ”

Asina's expression of urgency makes a quick statement, and the rebels grab her by the belly.

“Hahaha. I think he wants to protect the interpreter's son. But that's not our style. ”

The Baby Killer has instructed you to retrieve the prisoners from the warehouse.

A dozen men, with their hands closed, kneel.

Four soldiers pulled a large wooden stump out of the car they were riding.

A short time ago, a man standing silently on the right side of a baby killer steps forward with an axe.

The unhappy villagers are in a tight spot.

“I'm sorry!”

“Forgive me!!! ”

“Please help me! ”

The baby killer wasn't interested in what the villagers asked him to do.

He takes a hand axe from his bald deputy and hands it to the man.

“If you blow his wrist with this axe, the child will be safe. Then we become friends. ”

Becham's face became a reflection.

“Why me when there are so many people? ”

“Did you betray your friend because you wanted to live? Once a rat, always a rat. ”

Besham screams as the bayonet stabs him in the back.

Pushed by a bayonet, he places his wrist on a wooden stump on the red dirt floor.

He looks at the man, trembling with a whitened expression.

The man with the axe looks helpless.

The man turns to look at the axe in his hand and Besham shaking bees, shaking his head.

“Suit yourself. If you don't cut his head off, he'll cut the villagers' wrists instead. ”

The baby killer tapped the bald deputy's shoulder.

The man turns away from the screaming villagers with his eyes closed.

I didn't have much time to worry. It was because I heard the cry of a little child crying out for his father.

The boy who shaved his head, who was filled with tears and snot because of the horror, was a child he also knew.

The child who was curious about the outsider used to run away with a playful look when he had time.

The gun pierces the temple and blood spills from the child's head.

The scared child stopped crying.

A small, thin child's hand rises on a red stump that has not dried up blood.

As the bald man grabs the axe, the sun flashes instantly on the axe blade made by his hand.

The man bites his lip enough to bleed.

The lack of wrists in Sierra Leone, where agriculture and mining are all part of the industry, with an annual national income of just $140, is as good as dead. He couldn't bear to watch as his wrist was cut.

He knows well that he has no right to judge Becham. But if he chooses one of them, he will choose him without hesitation.

When the shimmering axe falls toward the child's wrist, the voice of the man blocks his baldness.

“Wait!”

The man approaches the bald man and receives an axe.

“I'll do it. ”

The voice of the translator, Ajina, trembles.

As soon as the man took the axe, Besham screamed as if in a seizure.

“No! No way!!! ”

The bayonet of the AK-47 stabbed him in the back, but his seizures did not stop.

“If you're going to cut my wrist, I'll ask him! ”

Besham posed with his hand pointing at baldness.

Wrist amputation is a trademark of the rebellion. They used fear as an ally to eliminate the residents' opposition in a way that did not obstruct the means and means.

They made a bloody road every way they went. I killed or maimed anyone who got in my way. Only to take possession of the treasure that is sleeping beneath the ground.

It was hard to imagine Sierra Leone's horrified people fighting the rebels.

Besham trembles and asks for mercy.

Ordinary people should cut their wrists more than ten times to cut with an axe. A bald-headed professional cuts his wrists with a single axe. It's the greatest blessing you can have in a hell of a situation.

But his request didn't even work.

The bald man glares up and hands his axe to the man.

The man had no intention of dragging it for long. For himself, for Besham, for all who are watching this dreadful situation, he raises his axe to the sky with his eyes closed.

Becham's expression reflected on him.

You idiot, I'm not going to cut you off at once!!!

Besham closes his eyes as the axe falls.

The speeding axe slams just above the wrist.

Along with a dull sound, Besham's left wrist pops out and falls under a stump.

Besham, who first saw his white skull, cries out for a snap.

“Aaaaahhhh!!! ”

The clean cut wrists were surprisingly not bleeding much. It is because the elasticity of the arteries and veins causes the blood vessels to collapse into the cut area and become natural hemostasis to some extent.

Besham runs away screaming.

The rebel soldiers burst into the barracks as they watched Besham flee.

A rebel soldier lifts his wrist off the ground and throws it into the forest.

“It's too clean to be a coincidence. Have you ever done anything like this before? ”

The baby killer approaches the man with a nasty joke.

He raises his cane on the ground and hands it to the man like a large box.

“Idiot. Nobody uses this kind of thing as a weapon these days. ”

The man with the staff lifts his hands and gestures of gratitude.

“That's a gift from me. ”

The man who did not understand the story of the baby killer tilted his head.

“I gave you a gift. Now, if you give me a gift, we can be friends. What kind of gift are you giving me? ”

Baby killer's eyes were fixed on the blue X5.

The man smiled and said,

“Search the bush where the car was standing. I think I lost my keys over there. ”

A baby killer and a half a dozen soldiers run like wildfire.

As everyone's gaze shifts to one side, the man slaps his staff to the ground three times. And squeeze. Twist, twist! Along with the sound, the length of the staff decreased by a quarter.

He grips the handle of the folded cane in a gap that no one else can see, and gives it strength in the opposite direction. When Becham touched it, the handle of the stationary staff moved surprisingly silently.

The GPS mounted inside the wand emits a signal.

* * *

The baby killer in the X5 driver's seat was the face of a man who had the whole world.

When the X5 shuts down, he lowers his appetite back out of the car and hugs the man.

“We are friends now. ”

The man nods and mutters, hugging the baby killer.

“Friend.”

“How much money did you prepare for the first deal, friend? ”

The man answered without hesitation.

“Two million dollars. ”

The baby killer, who heard the numbers, blinks at nothing.

He has dozens of diamonds, all from mining workers.

$2 million is not something he can afford. You must take it to the headquarters to digest it.

“Do I have to make that many deals in the first place? It could be dangerous.”

The disappointment of the baby killer, who was excited about disposing of his diamonds, remains in his voice.

The man who examined the opponent's face immediately understood what he was saying.

“Don't worry about it. I'll start with what you have. ”

The baby killer's face brightens.

“How did you prepare the money? ”

“Cash. You go into Freetown, you make one phone call, you put it in a bank account. More than that, can I decide what to buy with my own eyes? ”

“Normally, a representative would step up and do the work, but you could pick things up at headquarters yourself if you introduced me. ”

The man's fist fills with strength.

That's it. Eight months of effort will finally bear fruit.

* * *

The town is silent as the maze calms down.

The man started drinking with the baby killer. She translated without a drop of alcohol in her mouth.

The man speaks his mind after several times the poisonous liquor has gone round and his face is puzzled.

“I want to talk to you about being friends. ”

“What?”

“Baby killer? It means baby killer. That's a terrible name. ”

The baby killer's face distorted.

“Anyone can kill a baby if they want to. The name Baby Killer doesn't scare me one bit. And baby killers don't like it when people speak English. It's not cool.”

“Then what do you want? ”

“Who do you think is the hardest to kill in the world? ”

The baby killer looked up at the sky and thought for a moment.

“Mom?"

“Right. So what does it mean to be the one who killed her? ”

The baby killer's expression brightens.

What happens in English? ”

“Motherfucker, you're General Motherfucker now. ”

“I like it. I'll kill you!"

Unlike the baby killer muttering his new name with a single expression, Agina Shisei, who interpreted all of these conversations, tried her best to resist laughter.

Suddenly, the baby killer turns his head and says to the man,

“But what's your name? ”

“Dwayne, Dwayne Johnson. ”

The baby killer frowns as if he didn't like it.

“Don't you have a nickname? If not, make it now. Something as cool as me. ”

“How can I not have a nice nickname for myself, a friend of General Motherfucker? ”

“What?”

The man stares at the baby killer and opens his mouth slowly.

“Rattlesnake.”

* * *