Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

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< U.S. Secretary of State Charles Taylor, president of Liberia, is investigating the alleged civil war in Sierra Leone in multiple angles. >

A single line of newspaper turned RUF upside down.

There have been several times in newspaper articles like this before. But this time it was different.

It is because the U.S. Secretary of State, West Africa, was the one who spoke at the time of the visit by the head of a mercenary company. Susan Rice, his deputy secretary, expressed her willingness to disconnect RUF from Charles Taylor.

None of RUF's executives don't know the importance of Charles Taylor. If the connection to him is broken, the RUF's own capability won't last a year. Charles Taylor is RUF's only foreign link, its only source of weapons and its only source of revenue.

Poday Sanko rests his chin elbow on the armrest of the chair.

He opens his mouth, gazing at his men with a broad expression.

“Do you have a better idea? ”

Poday Sanko's chunky lips falter as no one opens their mouths.

“Bastards who can't fall. ”

It was a voice of solitude, but everyone in this room heard it clearly.

The executives were in a hurry.

Every time their boss looks like that, they don't know how many people blew their heads off.

Last year, an officer who opposed the boss' words was thrown out into the jungle with his wrists and ankles cut off. He cried out in agony enough to bleed from his neck and died of excessive bleeding within 12 hours.

Hold still or you'll get shot. I had to say something.

It was a woman who broke the silence.

She was the queen of wrist cuts.

Few female executives cut their wrists for notoriety as cruel as their names.

“America? What country is across the sea? ”

She gets up from her seat and raises her chin, whining and shouting.

“Let's hit Freetown right now! because if you take those fancy Americans and blow their wrists off, the United States won't stand a chance. ”

As the queen cut her wrists, the male executives, who were only noticing, stood up and shouted like bees.

“Let's hit Freetown now! ”

“We need to take those Americans hostage! ”

“We should call Liberia for help. ”

The executives expressed their opinions that they should open the hardbook in one voice. But there was nothing for him to think about.

He frowns. Usually, he would nod his head at such impulsive remarks. Recently, however, he experienced an orderly explanation and persuasion in Seowon, and he was not convinced of such unfounded claims.

Poday Sanko said.

“What if we can't get the weapons out of Liberia? ”

The executives who were chattering in one voice a moment ago became deaf and dumb.

Everyone looked down and avoided making eye contact with Poday Sanko.

But there was one exception.

The marijuana she smoked with her vows a moment ago caused the baby killer to look at her colleagues with a dazzling look on his face. People stood up and said something, but he didn't understand what he was saying. You hear only murmuring.

Unlike everyone else who was excited, he sat alone with a straight face and looked around his neck to find out what happened when the commotion subsided. At that moment, Poday Sanko's eyes met.

Poday Sanko said.

“Maybe the baby killer has an idea. ”

The baby killer blinks slowly.

I thought I should say something, but I didn't know what to say. The only thing floating around in his head was what his vows said.

He bows. After a while, the word that came out of my mouth in a puff of smoke.

“Eastern. Springtime.... ”

Poday Sanko's expression changed.

“Excuse me?”

The stories I had vowed reminded me of one by one through the thick smoke in the context.

< The partner we want is not a punk like Poday Sanko. >

< Things will get complicated. >

< Remember one thing. Eastern Bombama Mine! If we eat here, we can get as many weapons as we want. >

When I thought of the voice of the vows, something hot rose from my heart.

The baby killer stood up and said,

“We must use our power to secure the Eastern Bomba Mine. Once we find another dealer, we can get weapons through there. ”

The executives look surprised and stare at the baby killer.

Poday Sanko silently looks at the baby killer.

He realized that what he had just heard was not the idea of a baby killer. But that's not the point. Silence your men's fears.

“Prepare to hit the Bombama Mine now! Our future depends on the East! Prepare to build your stronghold at the same time as the occupation! ”

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I was locked up in solitary, so there was nothing I could do. But vows are not the way to sit around blaming the environment.

He keeps his ears to the ground and tries to find any information.

You can use Inner Force to get more information. But I had to save it because I didn't know what would happen in the future.

The vows that sensed the atmosphere through the vibrations transmitted to his hearing and body suddenly felt that the air had changed.

Faster airflow, faster heartbeat.

If I asked him how he knew about these things from afar, he couldn't answer either. However, the senses transmitted throughout the body showed the gait of the quickened people and the fragility caused by it.

The vows that sensed the change raised the body.

He calmly waited for the implication that the baby killer's consciousness had planted to work. But it wasn't the baby killer who found him, it was Poday Sanko.

“You told him, right? ”

The tone was questionable, but the content was assertive.

The vow nodded softly because there was nothing to deny.

“Why?”

“To get out of here. ”

“Is this place uncomfortable? ”

“Do you feel comfortable sleeping on the bare bottom without a bed? ”

Poday Sanko folds his arms in a blasphemous manner.

Mercenaries from this Australian special forces are smart. Now he's demanding improvements in his treatment. RUF knows they can never harm themselves and demands better treatment.

Poday Sanko gestures at the soldier standing outside the door.

The soldier came in and untied his hands.

The vow squeezes the wrist with a sharp rope mark. He glances at the soldier and says,

“Shouldn't you at least let me go when I go to the bathroom? I was so dirty. ”

Poday Sanko smiles lightly.

I like the boldness of vows to talk about toilets in this situation.

“How does Blackwater deliver weapons? ”

“Blackwater doesn't deliver itself. Delivery hires professional agents. ”

“Agent?”

“Former KGB agents have been working on that lately. They deliver anything for money. Military helicopters, tanks, planes, missiles, armored vehicles, machine guns. ”

“Anything? Can you get MI-24? ”

“Is there anything in the world you can't buy with diamonds these days? If the price is right, you can get a nuclear missile. ”

Once a freetown, RUF was pushed out of action by Executive Outcomers because of a Mi-24 high-end helicopter nicknamed the Flying Chariot.

Hind was a nightmare for the RUF who didn't have the Cannon at the time. After the forest retreated to the blocking jungle, you were able to escape from Hynde.

“Our helicopter is a transport helicopter. Why didn't Charles send me MI-24? ”

“That's because Charles Taylor, who you believe in, is an asshole. ”

It was a little prick, but Podey Sanko reacted surprisingly.

I tried to hide it, but the look on Poday Sanko's face was heavy. He did not disagree with the words of the vow.

In recent years, the price of weapons offered by Charles Taylor has risen without noticing the sky, and the quality has decreased. Diamonds were also getting cheaper. If there were another plot, I'd want to sell diamonds there.

The vows went one step further.

“There's no such thing as free. So don't let anyone hold your hand. You should have figured it out sooner or later. ”

Poday Sanko looks at the vows. Look at this guy. It was a face.

The vows didn't die. He shrugs his shoulders as the savior of the RUF. It is also okay to take mental damage and be a little stronger for those in need of an escape route.

“I'm glad to see a conscientious dealer like me. Shall we start with a consultation on what weapons we need? Don't worry about costs. I'll give you a very good price. Rentals are available at the initial cost. ”

When it was time to use my field of expertise, the voice of the vow came alive.

“…… I can't catch a Hind with a weapon as big as an aircraft. The best thing you can do is shoot them down with a fighter. But in the meantime, it's hard, so we'll have to find another way. RPG-7 on a Stinger missile? How many rounds did you fire with that thing? Not one, right? ”

Seowon learned about the pros and cons of weapons as if he were in the field of battle. That was not enough, and I also proposed an appropriate solution.

“Theoretically, it is possible to catch the hind with a Stinger and an RPG-7. Yes, we can. But it's just a theory. In fact, it's a placenta that you catch and die. So, what do we do? I recommend the air cannons. Of course, it's expensive, but Chinese are very good at cheap prices these days. It's a Chinese anti-aircraft gun that shoots the Hind with a Stinger between times. ”

As if he had touched all the weapons, the explanation of the vows was uneven. Poday Sanko opened his mouth because he was an unparalleled expert compared to the Talal El-Nadin he had dealt with so far.

Seowon whispers with his hand on Poday Sanko's shoulder.

“As long as you hold my hand, I'm done worrying. ”

Poday Sanko nods. His face turned pale.

Humans repeat mistakes, tragedy repeats itself.

A moment ago, Despite a pledge to not hold any hands, Poday Sanko once again grips his hand.

* * *

Four days later, we received a report of troops scouting the Bombama Mine.

The mood of the RUF rose in the report that there were only a handful of executive outcomers guarding the mine. He speculated that the wage crisis had eventually erupted.

Poday Sanko has decided to go, reporting that there are very few troops guarding the mine. The generals who want to be seen raise their hands as well.

As a consultant, vows were honored to board the first car with Poday Sanko, three radiators and two generals.

The first car was an M113 orbital armored car from a vow.

Unfortunately, the baby killer didn't make it.

Immediately before departing, vows told the baby killer:

“If something happens in the mines, you have to take over. Okay?"

The baby killer nods, his eyes tightened.

A car with 500 troops departs.

After 30 years of production, there was no air conditioning inside the M113.

A vow weaker than an African indigenous was sweating. He opens the hatch with an excuse to turn the heat on.

Seeing those who had not even painted a new coat of paint, who had just dragged their armored cars as good, the vows thought that they were not being too careful.

‘If I had known it was this messy, I would have put GPS on this armored car. ’

Regret is useless in the past. He slammed his gaze into the object in his hand, blowing away what had passed.

His eyes spanning his butt on the outer container were looking at the antenna marked in the green liquid crystal of the satellite phone.