Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

Mine coverage was harder than Judith Anderson anticipated.

“You must never reveal you are a journalist here. ”

In a preliminary investigation, the dragon spoke in a low voice.

“You are now a geologist reporting on mines. Take this. This is a certification that you are a consultant contracted by the Sierra Leone government. Of course, it's a forged document. ”

“I don't want to. Do we have to do this? ”

Judith Anderson has never cheated on her job before. Everywhere she went, she revealed her profession and most people respected her profession.

She didn't appreciate the fact that she had to lie.

“The members of the Natural Resources Department who roam the area are not tasked with overseeing the diamond mines. Their job is to look around the mines and find out who's doing it for what reason. You should never ask them for the favor you've received so far. ”

“I don't like this method. Is there a normal way? ”

The frowning look on the dragon's face changed.

“The normal way? You send a bunch of paperwork to the Department of Natural Resources over the course of a few weeks, and you have about five or six interviews, and you get a license to visit the mines. By the time I get back to England, I'll be able to shoot. ”

Judith Anderson grimaced.

Visiting the Diamond Mine in Sierra Leone was not easy. Officials are sensitive to the negative aspects of Sierra Leone depicted in other countries' media.

* * *

The dragon and its five journalists followed the mining guide along the trails in the jungle.

It seems to be walking along a winding path at the bottom of the green sea. The stuffy heat of the forest and the muddy soil that sinks your feet gnaws away at your strength.

When the reporters were struggling, the dragon asked them to take a break.

He pointed his finger everywhere.

“Because of this natural environment, the United States was defeated by Vietnam. ”

When I lifted my sweaty head, the blue sky was blocked by branches and umbrella-like leaves intertwined around 20 meters above my head. The helicopter passing through the sky never seemed to find anyone down here.

“The battle in these jungles is beyond imagination. ”

You hear the shutter sound of a cluttering camera and a red light from a broadcast camera.

Judith Anderson asked.

“Tell me more. ”

“We need to get as close as we can to killing our enemies in places like this with grenades and automation. because the branches and trunks become natural shields that block the debris. Moreover, even if the enemy is a meter ahead, it is hard to find if he is breathing. Vietnamese or RUF are experts in jungle guerrilla warfare. They emerge out of the dense forest, saturate, and vanish into the trees like the wind. ”

After a short break, the group takes a step back.

Judith Anderson wanted to ask where the famous BMW was. However, it was not the dragon who insisted that we walk to the mine, but the guide. It was because in the jungle, cars are very rare and white people get the attention of everyone.

No one vomited because the guide came out like this.

“We arrive in Bombay in an hour. Diamonds are everywhere, so watch your step. ”

The people's gazes were all toward the ground. It was to find out if the milky crystals had fallen off. Last year, a young man noticed a 25 carat diamond on the ground, and his eyes didn't know they were going to fall even further off the ground. There were only two guides and two dragons walking face-to-face.

Bomboma was purely a village of diamond miners and their families.

Bombama was a peaceful village where the smoky furnace of A-shaped houses were blossoming, scattered chickens, the village's largest protein source, and the children who started walking around the nursery were playing around naked.

White people flock to the African wasteland. It was the same with Bombay.

As the estramorwn appear, the workers who were about to go to work in the mine flock.

With a friendly look, they are curious about the group's cameras and broadcast equipment. The runaway children rushed out, smiling widely and welcomed strangers.

But this is from two months ago. Now Bomma was suddenly occupied by white people who came here.

“My home is Bombay, a diamond mining town in Sierra Leone, West Africa. ”

Judith Anderson turned her head to the overheard English.

A blonde white woman with a perfume scent was looking at the camera with a microphone in her hand. The camera had an MSNBC logo on it.

Bloody Americans. Would he want to tell me he's from America like that?

Ten days ago, reporters from American television stations, newspapers and magazines seized this small town.

Judith Anderson, whose heart swelled with the idea of an exclusive coverage of a bloody diamond, was outraged by the invasion of the United States.

But looking at their overlooking behavior, she realized that everything she had worked for on the camera was a priceless treasure.

It's impossible to communicate with the miners in depth with such a coverage. Moreover, she experiences the place where the bullets fly. Two days ago, when I spoke to them about this, they were almost clumsy.

Now, the rest of the journalists, apart from MSNBC, sought coverage and moved elsewhere. As they leave, the village recovers its old peace.

Judith Anderson thought it was a relief. He also thought he had a lot of luck.

All thanks to vows and dragons.

An invisible vow for months provided this opportunity, and the dragon took care of the group with devotion. Usually gives the impression of a screw loose, but if you see any strange spots, you suddenly appear to protect the group.

He was quite a reliable man. He's tall and handsome.

Judith was at the last minute when she thought she might be able to meet the dragon in London. However, the dragon who had been sitting nearby until just now was making serious phone calls from a distance.

As soon as I saw his face, Judith Anderson's heart fluttered. Because every time that guy looks like that, something bad happens.

After the call, the dragon rushes towards the group.

“Pack your bags right now! ”

The group rests in different positions and rises to the voice of the urgent dragon.

MSNBC's relatively inexperienced people, on the other hand, stared at this side with a puzzled look.

“No, I don't have time to pack. Just get the camera. We have to get out of town! ”

“Why are you doing this all of a sudden? ”

The dragon swoops over the group.

“Hurry! RUF is coming towards this town! ”

When the group tries to leave the village, what they saw happened in the movies.

A smoking object suddenly blew up and sank into the jungle they were about to go to.

< Kuaang!!! >

There was a huge explosion with soil everywhere.

The rooftop of the house was dusty and deaf.

The MSNBC people who were filming in the center of the village were suddenly overwhelmed by a sudden uproar.

Judith Anderson knew who it was. Because I have experienced it firsthand

It was a portable anti-tank weapon RPG.

Judith Anderson has found the dragon.

“What do I do? ”

A strange sound came from his mouth.

“Get down!!! ”

< Tuda!!! Tuda da da da da da da!! >

Before the dragon's words were finished, a gunshot was fired at the village in the unseen.

Both the villagers and the rest of the station are terrified.

You hear a car exhaust rushing towards the town through the gunfire. At first glance, it was more than 20 gigantic numbers.

The dragon shattered its teeth. No matter how hard you look, you can't find a way to escape while keeping the party safe.

* * *

The Level 2 Operation Team panicked when a vow of silence activated the GPS embedded in the Triple Cannon in Koydu Village. The Level 2 Operations Team was overloaded when Westberry was deployed here to the U.S. Journalists to escort them to Sierra Leone.

Operation Blood Diamond's insubordination by Gary Jackson led to the use of the operations situation room at the headquarters and the command was transferred to George Sims.

The operations room of the headquarters was situated on the 10th floor of the 30-story Intelligence Building in the City of London, in the financial center of London.

Dozens of televisions, computer monitors, and televisions to watch major broadcasters' pros and televisions that can receive news from telecom companies around the world in real time were tightly decorated on one side of the wall.

George Sims did not like to visit this comprehensive operations situation room.

It was because television and computer printers were constantly vomiting low and constant mechanical sound, and it seemed like the monotony was driving them crazy if they put up touch with field operator reports all night long. When I saw the terrible news happening all over the world, I thought that I might go crazy too.

“I've got Rattlesnake's signal again! ”

George Simms glanced at the news that the GPS signal from a long time ago was back.

George Sims approaches the agent with Gary Jackson, who is helping him check the situation.

Gary Jackson said:

“You've had a hard time sleeping. I think they're finally coming out of the basement. ”

George Sims nods.

The last time I heard from him was two weeks ago.

He leaves a short message to the RUF chief and loses contact. Not only did they lose their GPS signal as well.

The area where the signal was lost was dense in the jungle and was not observable by satellite or aircraft.

George Simms, who envisioned the nightmares of the Vietnam War, speculated that vows would be in underground facilities or oysters. But it was just a guess, and after a week, I was worried.

There was nothing I could do.

There was no way to wage war against the entire rebellion to save one agent, and no way to infiltrate the security of the vows. All he could do was wait.

The red button on the monitoring agent's console is illuminated. It was a signal that a communication request came in.

The agent pressed the button so that everyone could hear.

“This is Rattlesnake. Here……. ”

In a whispering voice, people listened.

“Very…… desperate… rebel…… Poday…… soldier…… mine……. ”

The signal is weak, so I can't hear my vows properly. George Sims sent a call to the comms right away to improve the sound quality.

“Currently… 500 rebels…… Diamond Mine…… Advance Guard…… is already………. ”

We've lost comms.

Gary Jackson, who had no idea what he was talking about, yanked out a few remaining hairs.

By eliminating the noise and talking to the communications team, 80% of the meaning will be available. However, a unilateral and short report on such a weak signal means that something very urgent is going to happen unless we say it now.

What's so urgent? A life-threatening, large-scale attack? A freetown raid?

The worst was regenerated in George Sims' mind.

Do you think he made this call because of his comfort?

No, he's not. There must be a reason I should have contacted you like this.

Then the siren rings with a red warning light.

“We have an emergency! Troop movement observed by keyhole 2! ”

“Destination?”

An agent on the monitor told me about a map of Sierra Leone.

“It's most likely one of the Koidu, Kono and Bombama mines! ”

All three are government territories.

Koidu is the most buried mine, and Kono is a strategic point for attacking Freetown. And Bombay is home to dragons.

From George Simms' point of view, every spring.

“What is the estimated arrival time for Springtime? ”

“An hour to three hours. ”

Ridiculous answer, but it is not possible in developing countries without paved roads.

There's no time.

Supporting site personnel as soon as possible should be done at this time. Or leave it all behind.

Whatever you decide, make it quick and don't look back.

“All American escorts, report to George Taylor! And send the rest of them now, except for Lord Westbury's minimum security. ”

The agents acted rashly with little vomiting on George Sims' instructions.

“Get me George Taylor! ”

George Sims walks around the operations situation room.

I took action because I felt something trivial.

I liked the number 500 in Seowon's voice.

If 500 means troops, there will be bloodshed in Bombay today.

But even in that situation, we have to protect our customers and dragons.

“Will it hold? ”

The agent who tried to speak to the dragon told me.

“George Taylor's calling signal won't go off! ”

“What?"

“I think it's the instability of the iridium service itself. ”

Iridium, a satellite telephone service launched last year, has been experiencing frequent errors since the beginning of service.

I just wanted to ask him why he took such a trashy satellite phone, but he had no choice because he was undercover.

George Sims bit his lip.

“Will it be okay?"

No one can know.

Gary Jackson was focusing all his nerves on timely imagery sent from satellite to satellite.

Looking at the black and white photo that was sent in a single frame every 10 minutes, I felt like I was going to burst.

This is the limit of the PMC's information.

If this were an intelligence agency in the country, we would be watching live footage.

By the 80th minute of contact from Seowon, a new photo was sent.

He yells at George Sims.

“Bomboma!!! ”

As George Shim makes his way toward the map, the dragon and his companion attempt to make a call shout.

“You've reached George Taylor! ”

George Sims exclaimed.

“Taylor! Get out of there now! ”

The call was not long.

The experienced dragon immediately understood what George Simms was saying.

He'll get away with it.

* * *

The town was cleared out in an instant.

The inhabitants of the village without a gun did not even think to stand up to the rebels who came out of nowhere, and the white men who had lost their chance to flee were suppressed by the rebels.

All the prisoners gather at the center of the village with their hands on their heads and knees.

The dragon looks around carefully.

Normally, there would have been a rape party with drugs. He'll try to cut people's wrists after the party. Today, however, they only threatened the prisoners with guns and did not impose any sanctions.

The dragon wasn't the only one who felt strange. The same was true of Judith Anderson, a woman prisoner.

So different from what she had heard, she turned her back without even knowing it.

She almost screams without knowing it. She clenches her mouth with her hands. The lens on the television camera I left in the room was pointing this way. With the red light on.

It must have been done on purpose by the cameraman. If I get caught, I'm embarrassed. If I don't get caught, I'm amazing.

She closed her eyes and prayed to her God.

The expression of the dragon, who was bent down and focused on hearing, changed.

He puts his ear to the ground to see what vibrations and noises he feels.

Armored car!

An armored car with a Rebel theme. How many diamonds did you sell?

There's going to be a big one. Posei Sanko, leader of the rebels...

I felt a vibration with a loud noise from afar.

The dragon carefully raises its head so that the rebels don't see it.

Forward 300 meters.

M113.

He's one of the most commonly seen armored vehicles in the battlefield called Taxis.

Looks plausible, but his gloves are weak, which can also explode in RPG-7 or mines.

We don't know how the American-manufactured guy got into Africa, but considering he's been in production for quite some time, there's a good chance that he imported some repairs left behind by the U.S. military in Vietnam.

200 meters.

There were only a few people on top of the M113.

The other car was a sight in contrast to being so subtle that it was reminiscent of bean sprouts.

In the open hatch of the M113, a man in black berets and sunglasses leaned out halfway, looking over here and shouting, "Moore."

100m.

The dragon found out that the person wearing the black beret was Poday Sanko, leader of the rebellion.

Will it be a blessing? Will you be angry?

Behind him were three Africans with guns and one Asian.

Orientals are harder to see than Caucasians in Sierra Leone!

50m.

The dragon, who found the Oriental slithering towards Poday Sanko, desperately found Judith Anderson. But she's distracted by the armored car, and she doesn't look this way.

The Asian grabbed the head with both hands behind Poday Sanko.

I didn't have to see it anymore.

The dragon lets out a loud shout.

“Run!!! ”

* * *