730 Chapter 65 Episode 20 My Address is Hell
âWhat did I commit?â asked Ariba in his mind.
It was news that he had been waiting for, but when it actually happened, he was terrified.
âOperation Departmentâs accident management team and Luupdeng have been dispatched.â
âSecure the site and wait for the position. Itâs not a matter for me to handle.â
He sent back the agent and climbed the hill.
âWow, the world will turn upside down,â said Ariba inwardly.
There was a late regret that he had done something he couldnât handle, but the incident had already happened. Ariba felt as heavy as if his feet were a thousand geun.
âWakil, my inside is like burning.â
âA bear who only played tricks to die should, of course, feel chagrined. Thatâs why people shouldnât be bears.â
âDonât be a bear?â asked Sun Woo-hyun to himself.
Sun Woo-hyun shook his head. He thought that there was something that had deep meaning in it, but he was scared to ask. It would be tiring even when listening to good songs often. Much more, since he had heard the words âignorant man, moron, and a dull-headedâ, he lost his nerve.
âCome on! The bear is coming up the hill.â
âAn impatient bear is whipped.â
Black Mamba didnât even look back. Due to unexplained anxiety, he left the restaurant and went to Wind Hill. He didnât have the heart to listen to the complaining quietly.
âAdvisor, it is bad news.â
âThereâs no worse news than the fact that I still canât leave Africa.â
Ariba put out the note without speaking.
â16:15 Southwest of Kamembe Airfield 2km Branch. Three Gazelles on their way to the airfield fell. Presumed to be a surface-to-air missile attack.â
Black Mambaâs face stiffened like a plaster cast. Was this the essence of anxiety? His heart fell.
âThese are the Gazelle that the patient rode and the escort Gazelle.â
âWhat? Didnât they depart at 15:00? â
Black Mamba glared into his eyes.
âA malfunction was detected in SA341. There was a delay in requesting a spare aircraft from Mavivi.â
Black Mamba staggered and the note in his hand fell.
âWhat about the passengers?â
Ariba glanced away from his earnest gaze and spoke in a businesslike manner.
âDid you say everyone died?â
The atmosphere rumbled in Noho Castle.
Ariba momentarily stopped breathing. Unknowingly, he retreated. Huung! A ferocious wave bristled his hair and rolled up the dirt.
A voice that was so cold that the bones shivered rang out. Black Mamba straightened his waist and looked up. The bright red eyes returned to the clear black and white eyes at the moment they were lifted.
âIndeed, the Angel of Death!â
He couldnât help but admire it. Black Mamba rectified his anger at the moment and found stability. No, he swallowed his anger. Despite his usual appearance, he felt suffocated and his skin stung as if he had been swept away by the Harmattan.
âIt is presumed to be a Stinger. SA342 Gazelles can pour flares three times. Among the current portable missiles, the Stinger is the only active seeker-equipped missile.â
Ariba did not directly address the U.S. Military. If he had checked directly on the spot, his anger would have been doubled.
âThe distance to Kamembe Airfield is?â
âIt is 31km. It is connected to State N3.â
âWell, if you fly a helicopter, you will get hit with a surface-to-air missile. Subordinate! â
Pretending was fine. Sun Woo-hyun and Zulu, who were frozen, jumped down the hill like foals on fire.
âHmm, is it a success!â Ariba yelled in delight.
He missed the opportunity to mention Oparts, but Black Mambaâs anger was more than he had thought. Yankees were wrong even if they bet $50 billion, not $5 billion. He was sorry for the victimized Gazelle pilot, but it was the maximum effect at a minimum cost. This was the very DGSE-like means.
Growling! A high-mobility vehicle blasted dust from the headquarters hangar and ran towards the hill.
âAriba, thereâs no coincidence in the world.â
Black Mamba smiled brightly and climbed into the high mobile vehicle.
Even in his opinion, the work had been done perfectly. He had just done his best to transport the patient. Ariba looked at the vanishing back of the car with a hardened face.
Sun Woo-hyun pointed to the smoke of a new yellow flare. It was a plateau southwest of Kamembe Airfield.
âLord Dubaiburupa, it is 4 km ahead in the 2 oâclock direction.â
Zulu confirmed the GPS data he had received. This was the route from Bukavu to the airfield. Black Mamba jumped from the running vehicle without answering. This was an area where one couldnât enter by car anyway.
As they climbed the sheer cliffs that blocked the front, their vision exploded and the deep valley opened its mouth. On the charred valley floor, the Gazelle fuselage and the tail rotor that had fallen off were seen. Fortunately, the explosion was avoided.
âWhat are the tremors??â
Luupdeng, wearing a green helmet, was blocking an unidentified armed group. There was a guy in jeans and a Hawaiian sleeveless southern shirt, a guy in jeans and a Reebok shirt, and even a guy in gandourah, but judging from the stern atmosphere, it wasnât a sloppy guerrilla.
He checked the weapon with a tube. The Stinger, the Minimi, the MP5, the MGL grenade launcher; without a doubt, it was all U.S. Special Forces. Using the shrubs rooted in the cliffs as a stepping stone, they rode down a 70-80 degree incline as if flying. Whistle! A black object fell silently like a fan-head repair.
Dozens of pairs of eyes that were pointing their guns focused on the man who suddenly appeared as if he had fallen from the sky and soared from the ground.
âWho is the person in charge?â
âAct! This is Luupdeng, leader of the 7th company, captain Nong Mooreâ
Recognizing the Black Mamba, Moore saluted.
âCaptain Moore, why are they doing this?â
âThese are supposed to be the Seal team. They said they would investigate the helicopter.â
Relief flowed on Mooreâs face. When the advisor appeared, all the challenges would be solved.
âSo, theyâre gangsters.â
Why would the U.S. military investigate a crashed French helicopter? He glanced around the junkyard US troops. Among the 34, not a single one was seen in black. After all, it was Black Mamba that dried the seeds of Shadow.
âWhat about the passengers?â
âEveryone died. They came in while recovering the body.â
âAre they the culprits?â
âNeither admission nor denial.â
âItâs a bad habit that Yankee guys often use. Hey, who is the person in charge?â
They wanted to wipe it out right away, but they knew each other clearly. He didnât want to trouble the French government.
A black man in Leviâs jeans stepped out. His physique was good enough to be the NBA center.
âReveal your identity?â
âHehehe, youâll soon remember your great-grandmotherâs name.â
The black man, with his bright eyes, flinched.
âThe helicopter came into the no-fly zone. Iâm just going to investigate and quietly step back.â
Seal team leader, Major Breeman, had a hard time with the opponent. A sixth sense honed on the battlefield had issued a warning.
âYou are funny. Do you guys set the access road to the civilian airfield of another country as a no-fly zone? So, you mean you set up a no-fly zone and shot it down? If you say you canât reveal your identity, you mean that you can be considered a terrorist, right? â
âHeâs a sharp-tongued guy,â said Breeman in his mind.
Breeman was desperate for an answer. If they couldnât solve it with words anyway, they had to solve it with their fists. It was an overwhelming power, but there was no reason to spare their fist.
âI only follow orders. Itâs the last warning. Step back.â
Breeman kept his mouth shut and spread his legs shoulder-width apart. His right hand gripped the pistol grip on his waist and clapped his left hand. It was an insulting move meant to fade away immediately.
Black Mambaâs eyes were cold. They were going to die anyway, but he didnât want to touch the woman he loved with bloody hands, so he suppressed his anger. If they didnât get out of the way, there was no choice but to kill them for him.
âYouâre pulling the doorknob of the underworld. What should I do?â
Whooosh! A white shadow came over Major Breeman. Before the left and right guards even recognized the movement, the commendation left their hands. Growling! The moment the guardâs scream with a shuriken stuck in his throat exploded, a steel-like hand grabbed Breemanâs neck. The left hand grabbed the Rakshasa handle. Whoo! Rakshasa revealed its splendor.
Crack! In one shot, the teeth came out. Breemanâs eyeballs were turned upside down.
The giant ball flew 10m and fell to the Luupdeng camp. Whoosh! A death tornado had struck the Seal team.
Pat, pat! At the same time as the bullets poured, the tornado swallowed the Seal team. Pat, pat, pat! The ground was dug up, rocks cracked, and shrubs and grass were smashed in the whirlwind. A roar swallowed the scream. The fragile human body was sliced and chopped like pork for a pork cutlet.
The Tornado of death disappeared as quickly as it appeared. The result was ruinous. The shreds that soared fell like rain. Blood and pieces of meat mixed with the shredded materials covered 30m of an area. There was no human form anywhere. Only Asura, with a huge whip, was standing alone.
Luupdengâs face turned pale. He ripped his eyes open and made a noise like a dumb. Black Mamba glanced at Luupdeng and finished off Rakshasa.
âDamn, I was excited.â
He blamed himself. He had shown a scene that shouldnât be shown.
Captain Moore bowed his waist ninety degrees with a frightened face. He was a monster that ground the 34 members of the Seal team like a feed shredder in an instant. There was a fear that his limbs would be ripped off.
âItâs the order of the Special Military Advisor. Forget these!â
âYes, Sir. I didnât see anything.â
Black Mamba glanced at Luupdeng.
âI didnât see anything!â
Fourteen people shouted as if their throats were going to burst.
âOkay! You have to have a heavy mouth to live long.â
He grabbed the nape of the neck of the big man who was lying face down, got him up, and patted his back with his palms.
The big man threw up blood and opened his eyes.
âTransport him to the headquarters hospital. His intestines are tangled. Donât feed him water.â
âYes. I understand, Sir.â
Luupdeng carried Breeman who stretched like boiled Chinese cabbage on a Gazelle that.
Black Mamba looked down at Hae Young, who was ensconced in a tarp with dazed eyes. The missile had broken the tail boom. The helicopter that had lost its tail was upside down.
The impact had broken her neck and twisted her spine. The direct cause of death was blade shrapnel that had smashed her left chest and sprained her back. She would have died instantly without feeling the pain.
Hae Young had no words. He turned her neck, which had turned to an impossible angle, to her original position, and pulled the broken spine back to fit. The resonant waves pressed the tissue to stop the bleeding and pulled the blade shards out.
âDid it hurt so much?â
A trembling hand caressed her cheek. A pale pink color full of vitality turned into white wax. The warmth returned to the stubborn coldness. The beauty of the lustrous soul had disappeared. The scent of her that had gone, ripped through his chest.
âGod, so you didnât allow me to share a word of greeting!â
A drop of hot tears fell on her cold cheeks. A woman who gave her warm arms during a time of storm and gale, a woman who left after burning his passion like a flame, and now a woman who would remain with the longing for a lifetime.
Crunch! A feeling of a foreign thing was felt on the inside of the bra soaked in blood. Black Mamba, who had been crying with his head down, raised his head.
A bunch of paper came out. Two lines were written in rough letters.
âThe collapsed folding screen rock, I love you even if I die. Iâm sorry!â
He closed his eyes. It was a small note that was written at the moment the helicopter crashed. When humans would be struck by the fear of death, they would remind of the most intense emotions in their lives. âI love you and Iâm sorryâ was a momentary sight that filled a delicate soul.
The first letter didnât even catch his eye. âOnly I love you and Iâm sorryâ appeared in front of his eyes. Even the unchanging love and the unbearable hatred were just a sight for a moment when they passed, but what was she so sorry about?
From the first aid kit, he pulled out something the size of a fingernail in waterproof packaging. This was what Hae Young secretly put in his pocket a few days ago. He guessed the content, so he didnât release it.
When he unpacked, a cheap silver ring came out. It was a sign that they put on their finger under the old manâs song, promising eternal love. When he returned the ring, it was painful as if his heart had been torn.
âMy address is hell, but maybe weâll see each other again in the future.â
He stretched out a hard finger and pushed the ring. It felt like a bullet had pierced his chest. A cold wind blew in and out of the hole.
A grieving howl shook the atmosphere. A flock of birds flew away and a swarm of monkeys ran away while screaming. Luupdeng grabbed his ears and hovered.
Moore felt like his guts were pulled out. His tears flowed down unwittingly. He had never seen the sorrow of a human being so grievous.
Moore beckoned. Luupdeng turned back in unison and entered the all-around security. They saw legends. They wanted to protect the time when the legend was parting with the woman he loved.
âMy lungs are about to burst!â
Sun Woo-hyun and Zulu, who chased after Black Mamba all the way to death, pulled out their tongues and gasped. 4km in the jungle was more than 40km of road. Black Mamba was flying away by stepping on the tree trunk, but it was a pity for them who had to overcome all kinds of obstacles.
Captain Moore shook his hand and pointed to Black Mamba. Sun Woo-hyun looked at crying Black Mamba secretly. They did not dare to comfort or stop him.