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Black Mamba was a person who became completely reckless when he was reckless. He stopped caring about them and pulled out his sleeping bag. Today had the work for today and tomorrow had the work for tomorrow.

Slowly, while interviewing Hufnos, a knock rang. Ariba came to the dimensional sight.

"Does that man not sleep too?" said Black Mamba in his heart.

He continued to sleep, thinking that if there was no response, he would go back. Knock, knock! Again, a knock rang out. He got up suddenly and opened the door.

"Hwa-sang, let\'s get some sleep. What the hell is wrong with you!"

"Woah!"

Surprised, Ariba stepped back.

"Is there any problem? There was a thump..."

Ariba pulled his head straight and looked into the room. The room, reflected in the hallway lights, was clean. It was so clean that it was a mask.

"There is no problem. They caught lizards and mantises."

Black mamba cut off all of sudden. It was bothersome to explain in detail.

"Lizards and mantises?"

Ariba realized the reality of discomfort. Walls were broken and fixtures and parts of furniture were gone. The bed was also not seen.

"Uncle Sam sent a negotiator," Black Mamba said as if he was passing by.

"Did you say Yankee sent a negotiator?"

Ariba opened his eyes. It was an unthinkable twist.

"He said he would give him three billion US dollars, the Virgin Islands of Saint John, a lifetime advisor position in the Ministry of National Defense, a Beverly Hills Mansion, and so on."

"Three... three billion dollars! So?"

His heart was pounding. Three billion dollars was enough money to cast demons into legions. Inserting the resort town of St. John was a $5 billion bet. His mouth was wide open at the cost of more than 20 times the price offered by the French government.

"What\'s so! I am the grandiose French national treasure. Do you think that Légion d\'Honneur was won by moving a chess piece? If you\'re going to hit $3 billion that way, you\'re already a billionaire."

Black Mamba gave lip service that he didn\'t feel.

"A billionaire, isn\'t it right?"

Ariba asked again as if he was exasperating. If the owner of the Doba oil field was not a billionaire, then who would be a billionaire? Aside from the $6 billion in cash deposited in the Swiss bank, Black Mamba was a person of substantial property with an annual interest alone of 1 billion francs on government bonds deposited in Paribas.

"Although I have a lot of money, I have two million mouths to feed."

Black Mamba spread his arms and shrugged his shoulders.

"Huh!"

Ariba opened his mouth wide at the gesture that I had no money. For him, who was fully aware of the situation in Novatopia, it sounded like he would collapse into a bubble. The funds provided by Western European countries in exchange for assimilating refugees alone had exceeded $10 billion. Where did all that money go?!

The reason Western Europe was bleeding was that most of the refugees from South-West Asia and Africa were Muslim. The Muslim refugees did not assimilate with the locals and were like acorns in a bowl of dog food. Religious conflicts and cultural differences kept the trouble constant.

From the point of view of the European Empire, Novatopia was a dumping ground and the subsidy was a waste collection fee. Black Mamba did the magic of turning garbage into a statue. The wild wolf became a gentle sheep.

Black Mamba kept the money as money and reserved the diligent labor force as the labor force. If a human who was humming a tune while holding rice cakes in both hands made a cry, what was a short life like his!

"I guess they\'re not the ones who will simply retreat."

"Don\'t worry. Their life was pitiful, so I threw them into the lake."

Ariba stroked his chest. If Black Mamba went over to Yankees, there wasn\'t such a problem.

"Ignorant bastards! You killed them?"

"Man, am I a human butcher? Why will I kill someone who came to give me a gift."

Black Mamba feigned innocence. Ariba was not Bonipas.

Ariba swallowed the "It\'s true, you are a butcher" that nearly came up to his throat. Five DGSE executives who hated Black Mamba had died or become delinquents. In order to survive, he had to be careful with his mouth.

"Go back. I need to close my eyes for a bit. "

Black Mamba yawned like he was going to tear his mouth. He hadn\'t slept properly for almost a week. Even if fuel economy was good, a high-powered vehicle had no choice but to consume a lot of fuel. Epidium needed a lot of eating and sleeping a lot.

"Unfortunately, the start time of the operation has been pushed back to 6:00."

"Why?"

Trembling Black Mamba checked the watch. A bluish luminous needle pointed at five o\'clock and twenty minutes. Sleeping was wrong.

"According to the weather forecast, there is going to be heavy rain in the afternoon. There is not enough time to avoid hypothermia and introduce civilians from the Ndende Region."

"I got it. What are we going to do with patients?"

"We will take them to Kamembe Airfield with the Gazelle in time."

"Well, attach the escort Gazelle and send them."

"Yes, Sir! Do not open, please."

"Has Major Paul arrived?"

"Yes, Sir. He arrived an hour ago."

"Has Dupin\'s location been confirmed?"

"Advisor\'s expectations were correct. Lieutenant Colonel Padri, who deployed rapidly, blocked the Ruzizi River and the 3rd common highroad. They\'ll be tied up in the Ndende Region."

"Ndende? Get the map!"

Black Mamba took a picture of the Faix Cathedral in the center of the Ndende Region. There is a saying, the pine cones hide in the pine forest and the bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest.

"What do you think?"

"I agree, Sir."

Ariba also had the Cathedral in his mind. The large grounds of 52,000 square meters, the main building of the cathedral, temple, convent, bridal quarters, servant quarters, warehouses, and a small processing plant were the perfect environment for Dupin and his assistants to hide.

"What about the division of duties?"

"It is planned that Lieutenant Colonel Padri\'s fair battalion will drive rabbits from the outskirts, whereas Major Paul\'s mercenary company will attack the cathedral right away. On which side will Brigadier General Sun Woo and Lieutenant General Zulu be placed?"

"They will move with me. I\'m officially an immobile patient."

"Yes, Sir. You are on the combat dropout list."

"There must be a swamp of death near the cathedral?"

"So, you knew. This is where the cyanide leaked from Union Carbide\'s plant 3 years ago. The operation area is a point 4km away from the site, and if you don\'t drink groundwater, it\'s not going to be a big deal," Ariba replied as if it wasn\'t a big deal without knowing the speed of Black Mamba.

Union Carbide, a multinational company in the United States, was a company that had shown the naked face of ugly and greedy capitalism. Through collusion with the poor third-world powers, they built a chemical factory that emitted a large number of pollutants and invested cheap labor, earning astronomical income.

In the event of an accident, they covered it with bribes and dragged the trial without compensation. The Bhopal disaster was a typical accident, and 40 tons of methyl isocyanide poison gas were released when a methyl isocyanate (MIC) storage tank ruptured.

Although 200,000 people were harmed and 20,000 were killed, the compensation awarded to the dead was only $500. It was a symbolic event that showed how much damage an innocent citizen could take when ugly companies and greedy powerful men joined in.

Accidents similar to the Bhopal disaster kept taking place in Africa. Poisons continued to flow from the closed Bukavu plant, but Mobutu, who was bribed, closed his mouth and Union Carbide left. And no one cared.

"Hmm, keep in mind that Yankees are aiming."

"The region of Bukavu is the territory of France and Belgium. We can\'t run like crazy dogs as we do in the jungle of Ituri."

"Is it so? Either way, we have to hit it in a blitz and get out."

"Yes, Sir. Please rest well."

Ariba went down the stairs.

"It\'s perfect to cultivate Super Grendel but...," Black Mamba muttered, looking into the darkness.

Ituri Cenote, where Super Grendel was cultivated, was a poisonous pond. Super Grendel, which Garuda ate in Japan, crawled out of the nuclear waste cellar. He felt uncomfortable.

******

"So Yankees changed the operation. It will be hard if they come out pacificatory..."

Ariba, going down the stairs, was also uncomfortable. Black Mamba was not a human being to be swayed by money. The problem was three billion dollars. Three billion dollars was life, not money. The average person would risk his life for a million dollars, not three billion dollars. He thought if he bet $10 million, he would shake like a reed.

Of course, there was no reason for Black Mamba, a world-class leader with divine power, to shake at three billion dollars. Still, he felt uncomfortable as if there was a thorn in his neck. As he descended the last staircase, he saw a Korean agent, Jeong, standing in the lobby.

"Korea!"

He realized the reality of his anxiety. Black Mamba\'s Achilles heel was Korea. He was not a shallow person. He was a person who would repay kindness tenfold and resentment a hundredfold. He hated Korea, but in reality, he always tried to help.

The U.S was a gangster holding Korea\'s collar. Whether negative or positive, there were endless jokers that could be used. They could pressure the South Korean government with negative policies such as withdrawal of US forces from Korea, withdrawal of support for the military regime, and human rights issues, or they could offer carrots such as lowering tariffs on Korean products, extending missile range, and lifting restrictions on uranium reprocessing. If those who knew the value of Black Mamba put Korea on the chessboard...

"Damn it, that\'s not possible. The dispatch schedule may change depending on the circumstances," Ariba said inwardly.

Ariba ground his teeth. It was a bad thing for the poor woman, but Matilda was an official who worked in the shadows for the glory of her country. Ariba\'s head went round and round. He immediately found the helicopter hangar.

One SA341 Gazelle and a generation of SA342 Gazelles crouched in the dawn. The SA341 model was for civilians and could carry four people in addition to the pilot. The SA342 model was an attack-type with two pilots on board.

There was no one in the hangar. The mechanics rushed to the restaurant to finish their meal before the scramble. Ariba didn\'t know that there would be a time when he would appreciate his unthreaded service discipline.

He opened the SA341 engine room that would transport the patient. Dozens of power cables connecting the air compressor turbine and the drive shaft free turbine caught his eye. This was the most inconspicuous part of maintenance.

One copper wire was removed from the cable and only the sheath was lightly connected. Despite the simplicity of the task, his hands trembled. When it turned out that he was involved, it was over. Then it would be better if he would burn from white phosphorus to bones like Miguel. He could crawl like a mollusk until his bones and tendons were pulled out and died.

After he finished his work and was trying to relieve his anxiety with a cigarette, the mechanics rushed back. The mechanic who found Ariba flinched. It was important from now on.

"Chief, what if the hangar is empty? Are you out of mind?"

"Manager, I apologize."

"Man, if you\'re sorry, everything is going to be okay? What if the enemy spills sugar on the engine? Arg!"

Ariba cut the maintenance manager joint without mercy.

"I\'ll correct it."

The boss did not make a sound and was hit in an immobile position.

"It\'s 30 minutes before departure. Check it out now!"

The maintenance team hurriedly clang to the attack helicopter.

"Check number 4, too. VIP boards."

The mechanics discovered that there was something wrong with the tail rotor of the SA341 Gazelle, but they spent time without finding the cause.

"Damn it! I knew it would be like this. "

Ariba called Mavivi stronghold on a satellite phone.

"Tango, it is Zulu."

"Zulu, speak."

"Send the SA341. VIP boarded. "

"I got it."

"I\'ll say once again. VIP boarded. Thoroughly repair and send.

"I got it."

Ariba repeatedly emphasized VIP boarding and hung up on the satellite phone.

"May God not turn his head!"

Ariba said a scandalous word and left the hangar. If this existed, it was. If this didn\'t, it was not. With this coming into existence, it had arisen. And with this annihilation, it also perished. The visit of the negotiator Matilda stimulated Ariba\'s patriotism, and Ariba, who had no contact point, intervened in Hae Young\'s fate. And...

******

Sun Woo-hyun and Zulu also closed the joint and covered the useless talk that was saying they were unqualified as warriors.

"Subordinate, there is a total local office in the Avenue Guy Duplet. Give my instructions to the answer (President Marzuri) over the landline."

"How do you mean, Sir?"

"Immediately move the entire family to Novatopia."

"I will go by flying."

Sun Woo-hyun, who had a tight flag, hurried.

"We need to move perfectly. Tell Dimanche that it\'s okay to wipe out all the watchers. "

"I\'m afraid Dimanche won\'t listen to the reply."

"All you need to do is deliver my words. The rest is taken care of by Dimanche and Kim Geuk-do."

"I will take care of it."

At dawn, Sun Woo-hyun drove out of the development headquarters in a jeep.

******

Ndende, the operational area, was a densely populated residential area, and the Faix Cathedral was located in the center of the residential area. If one looked down from the sky, it could be seen a 4km-diameter hole in the middle of the dwelling that looked as if it had eaten a mechanical insect. It was a swamp of death called Maremore. It was originally a residence, but due to the lead of poisonous gas, it became uninhabitable land and the ground subsided and became a swamp.

******

On the outskirts of Ndende, Operational Department Manager Ariba, the 3rd Battalion Commander of the 11th Airborne Brigade, Lieutenant Colonel Padri, the 12th Company Commander of the 13th Airborne Regiment, Major Paul, and Major Luupdeng Pasong put their heads together with the map in the center.