737 Chapter 66 Episode 5 I Thought This Would Happen
Mu Ssang was indifferent. He already knew well enough about the Socrates Project and Green Flow.
McKinley, startled by his indifference, babbled on, âDoctor Samuel and Ian, Herman, Hathaway, the heads of Green Project, should be responsible for Hae Youngâs death. If you spare me, I will tell you their real identities.â
âA betrayer!â said Mu Ssang in his mind.
Mu Ssangâs eyes looked cold. He despised him for betraying his colleagues just to save himself. He hated three kinds of people. A thug that wielded his fist without restraint. A rapist who used his penis without restraint. A betrayer who ran his tongue without restraint. The man was all three.
âI donât wanna know. Stop talking and die.â
The kukri revealed its blade with a blue sheen.
McKinley frowned deeply. That was the very sword that beheaded countless heads of his men. He only needed to stall for a little while until his backup got there. He needed these precious minutes.
âWait, I will give you information regarding the Freemasonry and MLRS.â
McKinley used his last card.
âDo you know where Lamartin is?â
Black Mambaâs eyes glinted. Super Grendels and Lamartin was the unresolved matter that continued to bother him. Matilda burned on her own when she tried to divulge the location of Lamartin. The MLRS cannons deployed in Kalonge were also something that bothered him.
âI will tell you if you spare me.â
Black Mamba accepted his offer right away. He could spare the manâs life in many ways. If he burnt up on his own, that couldnât be helped.
âLamartin hasnât shown up in the camp for a week already. Flying Grendels Verriere and Oeilet and ground Grendel Rosiere will soon be here. There are two Bradley armored vehicles mounted with the MLRS. The ATACMS was deployed on Lake Albertâs shore. A low-altitude recon unit Black Eye and two fixed orbit satellites and two high-altitude recon units are informing us in real-time. Destroyers and cruisers docked in Dar es Salaam areâŚâ
He continued to divulge much confidential information. McKinley tried his best. The man before him was almost as strong as a Grandmaster. If he tried to deceive with false information, that could be the end of him.
Black Mamba listened with an expressionless face. It was useful information but each word the man uttered disturbed him as if they were a waste matter. Agent Jaitun and Shadow agent Major MecPee faced their death resolutely. This âgeneralâ was willingly divulging all the confidential information. He didnât deserve to belong in the elite class of the United States.
McKinley was fine after telling Mu Ssang the whereabouts of Lamartin. That meant the spontaneous combustion was caused by something implanted in Matilda or something in the Rwenzori mountains. He had to investigate it further.
âThank you for telling me. Burning alive would have been better for you though.â
He stepped firmly down on McKinleyâs crotch. His testicles were ruptured.
âAargh! You agreed to spare me.â
A flock of birds took flight, startled by his scream.
âYou are still alive.â
The texture he felt through the boot disturbed him. It was a high-quality military boot made with a young goatâs hide and lined with Goretex. He didnât feel like throwing it away just yet just because it touched McKinleyâs wretched balls.
âSince it is already dirty, I better double down on it.â
He smashed McKinleyâs knees with powerful kicks and landed a kick on his anus.
McKinley collapsed, sprawling on the ground. He couldnât even scream. Mu Ssangâs palm touched his stomach. Resonance Wave disintegrated his stomachâs autonomic nerves.
Modern medicine would be able to save his life but he wouldnât be able to lead a normal life. Only his head would be intact. He wouldnât be able to eat or drink or even use a wheelchair. Death was a better fate than a life like this.
âLive like that, then die. If you are born again as a human with the most of luck next life, live cleanly that time.â
He tossed a chilling remark and disappeared without looking back. McKinleyâs blood-covered body squirmed like a caterpillar amongst the corpses of the Ciafus that covered the ground.
Before five minutes could pass after Mu Ssang disappeared, a deafening sound of a helicopter filled the skies above Kidumb. Dozens of Humvees and armored vehicles arrived and armed soldiers wearing gas masks swarmed out of them.
The Marine Search Squadron and Combat Engineer Battalion didnât have time to be shocked at the gruesome scene. They immediately proceeded to do their jobs. The marines didnât pay any attention to the abandoned equipment and combat scene. They gathered McKinley who was barely alive along with the other 80 bodies and left Kidumb as if they were being chased.
Sun Woo-hyun checked the concentration of the residual VX and crawled out of the hatch. The jungle was dead quiet. Even the monkeys that howled ceaselessly were gone. The entire area had been fumigated with the poisonous gas, eliminating all lifeforms.
âFollow me. We should prepare a taxi for Wakil who worked so hard.â
Sun Woo-hyun and Zulu sprinted across the destroyed jungle. Sun Woo-hyunâs features bloomed in a wide smile. He spotted the Humvees landing in line on the road in the jungle.
âZulu, we are three and there are so many taxis.â
Zulu loaded one Humvee with emergency fuel, grouped the rest together, poured gasoline on them, and attached an explosive to the fuel tank of one of the Humvees.
âFive minutes should suffice, eh?â
âDubaiburupa saidâŚâ
âDonât object. Wakil is a ghost.â
âYeah, a ghost is here.â
Sun Woo-hyun jumped in surprise.
âYou did a great job.â
Sun Woo-hyun mumbled with an embarrassed expression on his face.
âHurry. Steel debris will rain down. Bolt 5 kilometers away from the blast.â
Black Mamba was hurried, not like his usual self. Zulu set the timer and jumped on the pilotâs seat. The Humvee sprinted, trailing a cloud of dust.
The explosive exploded. The nine Humvees soaked in gasoline were set aflame. The Black Eye and Dragon Lady detected the strong radiation of energy. The information was immediately relayed to the artillerymen deployed in Karungo. Four M270 MLRS containers aimed for their targets.
Two Bradley armored vehicles were suddenly engulfed in flame and smoke. Fireballs were launched from the containers at a two-second interval and shot across the southeastern sky. The armored vehicles retracted their containers and left the spot.
The artillerymen could just aim for their target and press the launch button, but the situation wasnât as simple as where their target was. There was a scene of total destruction. Thatâs why the artillery commanders of the North Korean military referred to the MLRS as âYour Momâs Assâ.
The warhead exploded 300 meters above the ground. Five hundred and twenty DPICM explosives hailed down. A firestorm scoured 200 meters around. The 24 warheads continuously spat the explosives. A two-kilometer wide area in the jungle bombed with 12,000 explosives was obliterated in 40 seconds.
The Humvees that Sun Woo-hyun burned to throw off the trackers brought forth a rain of steel debris, and thanks to that, most Gazelle pilots who fell below the canopy survived. It was dumb luck like the one that saved someone who dropped in the crack between tetrapods.
Sun Woo-hyun shook his head in awe. The MLRS was as powerful as the stories that followed them. The dark red smoke covered the sky and the ground vibrated as if a volcano had erupted. If they tarried, they were going to be buried in lava.
Black Mamba looked back. McKinley said the Predators were going to be deployed first. But had he been as naive to believe that lie, he couldnât have survived until now. He slyly hid one lie among ten truths.
âThe American imperialists are indeed insane.â
Sun Woo-hyun indicated the mushroom cloud looming against the sky with a perplexed expression.
âA thug is bound to wield his fists. A rich thug is the real scary one.â
Black Mamba giggled. One MLRS warhead cost 50 million won. The US army poured 1.2 billion won to kill Ciafu ants.
âWakil, what should we do if they keep attacking us?â
That question troubled him. The outer perimeter of the Ituri jungle had some patches where the canopy hadnât properly developed yet. To avoid getting detected from the sky, they needed to steal the enemyâs helicopters or armored vehicles. They would not trigger the detection of the enemy.
âLackey, can you pilot a helicopter?â
âWhat about an armored vehicle?â
âI am driving this Humvee.â
âSorry for being stupid.â
Sun Woo-hyun was feeling gloomy. When Ombuti said he should focus on serving Wakil, he scoffed. What he faced overwhelmed him. The enemy was tremendously strong. Black Mambaâs combat power surpassed any imagination. He couldnât keep up with it.
He burdened him rather than serve. He had to
hide underground when his master and his only family in the world sprinted laboriously above.
âHe has matured,â said Black Mamba in his mind.
Black Mamba understood what Sun Woo-hyun felt. It is said that pain hardens one into greatness. Sun Woo-hyun was still petty but now he was family whom he could trust.
He fumbled in a bag and took out a taffy. The taffy had been melted and disfigured in the equatorial heat. His mother had put it there when he left Eungsim-je. He had forgotten all about it.
âAre you making fun of me?â
âMy mother put it here for me to eat when I feel tired. Is this some taffy or the embodiment of her love?â
Sun Woo-hyun stared at the darkened taffy covered with lint and grime. He had a complex expression on his face.
âLackey, the love of oneâs family is oneâs fuel. You are my family who, I believe, will guard my back.â
Sun Woo-hyun took the taffy and jammed it into his mouth. The sweet taste warmed his heart. He was shedding tears before he knew it.
âLackey, I am thinking of severing ties with France. Letâs live in the Palace of Water together. Letâs eat rice with soybean stew and samgyeopsal. My mother is an even better cook than Jin Soon.â
âSamgyeopsal and soybean stew made by your mother sounds great.â
Sun Woo-hyun was deeply moved that he felt as if something was lodged in his chest. Mu Ssang really deserved his throne.
Executor Davis glared at the intelligence officer with a deeply bitter expression. Despite the barrage of the MLRS, he escaped. He had no idea how they could ever capture him now.
âHe was spotted 15 kilometers north of Lubuto 10 minutes ago, but now he is gone again.â
âDue to the heated air that started to rise.â
âThe Black Eyes must be able to track him.â
âThey can only fly for two hours at a time.â
âFuck! What kind of design is that?â
The silence lingered in the air.
Lieutenant Colonel Robinson felt mortified. All he did was report the situation on the battlefield factually. He didnât know what idiot designed the Black Eye at Lockheed Martin.
Davis was sick of it. Because of Black Mamba who was but one man, they suffered tremendous losses. The MLRS and equipment were disposable but the loss of Shadows and Haunters was decisive.
To train Shadows and Haunters, the astronomical costs compounded with the prolonged period of time proved to be the main obstacle. To recover the 20 Shadow squads and the squad of Haunters, they needed more than a decade. He wished for the Grandmaster to act himself but he remained silent.
âSemper Fi! Dyson here.â
âIt is hard to say. He is exhibiting traumatic response to battlefields and people,â Dyson said simply, understanding what Davis wanted to know.
âHe can utter words but cannot form coherent sentences. Itâs called dysarthria. His stomach is not functional, either.â
âThe food he ingested stays in his stomach and goes bad.â
âWhat a chilling bastard.â
âDeath would be a better fate than this. He is bedridden now and depends on IV drips for sustenance.â
âHe was disposable but itâs still a pity.â
Davis clicked his tongue. He rescued McKinley to gain intel from him but he was a useless vegetable now. It would have been better if he was ground alive in an explosion. He was grateful that Singleton wasnât as stupid as McKinley.
âGeneral, get Singleton for me.â
âSingleton here. I apologize that we couldnât fulfill the mission.â
âNo. You withdrew at the right moment. Assess this Black Mamba for me.â
âHe is capable of teleportation and invisibility. Despite the offensives over a wide area involving the Black Eye, we couldnât touch a strand of his hair.â
âIs he on par with Grandmaster?â
âNo. He relied on firearms for ranged attacks. He is just a very good assassin and doesnât really possess any power of mass destruction. With the combined power of middle-grade Super Grendels and Ramasu, we can surely catch him.â
âWhat do you think, General Dyson?â
âI agree with Singleton. Black Mamba has repeatedly defied our expectations. We do not need to deploy any more soldiers. We must immobilize him from above and employ Predators.â
âRobinson, how many helicopters are available right now on Curt Wilber and Ingersoll?â
âThey each have one Little Bird.â
âUnless itâs a DDH, a destroyer specifically designed to house helicopters. There is space left for only one after loading anti-submarine helicopters.â
âCan we use the Seahawk for land operations?â
âNot in the jungle. It lacks mobility and is too expensive. He is a phenomenal sniper that uses an RPG7 as if it is PSG1.â