Mercenary Black Mamba-Chapter 722 65 Episode 12 My Address Is Hell

"Damn it! Where did that fucking guy go?"

Ariba was in great despair. The jeep had disappeared seamlessly while he was checking the fuel level. Ariba, who was groping the ground as if his eyeballs would fall out anytime, yelled in delight. The wake of a jet boat flying across the lake was in sight.

"Ula! You're done."

He stepped on the pedal and pushed the steering wheel hard. Anger and tension caused his fingers to become white and colorless. The Gazelle swooped down and took the direction to Cape Albert. Whiing! A chain gun linked to the hood tracked the target.

"Damn it!"

Ariba tapped the console. Another high-speed boat popped out of the dock. The sweeping track was divided into left and right. Starting from the center of Lake Kivu, Congo was on the left and Rwanda was on the right. Ariba couldn't determine the priority of the chase and he floundered.

Dupin was likely to cross the Rwandan border, but he couldn't ignore the possibility of joining Mai-Mai. Whizz! The Gazelle veered to the right. He had no choice but to focus on the flow.

Ariba, catching up with the wake, pressed the red button at the top of the control panel without hesitation. A few fishing boats were trolling around the boat, but there was no way to hide it. He had to catch the guy and then catch the one that bounced to the left.

Bababam! 12.7mm chain gun bullets flew through the air. Baaang! The jet boat sped up. Bababam! Ariba fired a machine gun without mercy. The boat changed direction in a zigzag and exited the barrage as if it was about to raise it.

Ariba blamed himself for the hasty pursuit without a fire controller. Tatata! Ariba took the risk of stalling and lowered the altitude. Dadadang! Bullets hit the bottom of the helicopter like rain. It was an anti-aircraft flight from the boat.

"Yow!"

Frightened Ariba stepped onto the Collective and pulled the steering wheel with great force. Whizz! The Gazelle raised its altitude sharply in a podgy line position. The Gazelle outer plate was an aluminum composite semi-monocoque structure. Not only the vulnerable part but also the lower part, which was protected by a 5mm titanium steel plate, was vulnerable to large-caliber bullets.

Ariba dared not lower the altitude and continued to blow. Ariba, who was behind the fall, took the opportunity. At the southern tip of Idjwi Island, the high-speed boat hesitated to see if it had found a reef and then suddenly changed direction.

Bababam! The chain gun lit a fire. Hundreds of 12.7mm bullets were sucked into the boat. Boom! Flames and black smoke billowed out. The boat, whose fuel tank exploded, flashed its stern and was sucked under the water.

"I'm going to go crazy!"

It was a difficult situation for him, who prayed for a flight failure. He lowered the altitude to hover as if he was reaching the surface of the water. He only saw the float but didn't see any survivors.

"It is Zulu Tango. East end of Idjwi Island, coordinates 214-340 Charlie One sank, divers are in."

"Tango, has received. The current branch, Avenue Santal, is dispatched."

Ariba handed over the follow-up to the DGSE Operations Department. Whizz! The high-altitude Gazelle veered to Lake Xi'an. Ariba caught a jet boat escaping from the Ruhundu Port on the west side of Idjwi Island.

"He's a cunning guy."

Ariba ground his teeth. The boat skillfully used a coastal fishing boat as a shield and sailed northward. If the chain gun was fired toward the coast where there were hundreds of fishing boats, a second rainbow event was likely to occur. Ariba hovered in the air like a hungry fan-headed eagle, looking for a chance. Ping-ping! The fuel gauge sounded the alarm.

"Which bastard drained the oil and ate it up!"

Ariba, who exploded with anger, smashed the control stick with his fist. There was no way the nasty guy to cajole in front of his nose.

"It is Zulu Tango. Track the white FRP three-seater boat on the coast of Kalangala, coordinates 214-920."

"Tango, has received. The current branch, the southern end of Idjwi, is dispatched.

"Zulu, please."

Ariba wiped away his tears and turned his head. He wanted to chew a mechanic that didn't fill up the fuel on the emergency helicopter. He had never even dreamed that Dupin had never ridden a boat from the start and that he was hiding in a Bukavu, like hiding a needle in a bale of straw.

Ariba's dream of becoming a national hero by flattening Black Mamba's nose ended in a midsummer night's dog dream. A hero was a hero because he could not be a dog or a cow.

******

"Brigadier General Sun Woo, what happened to Wakil?"

Jeong Pil-su seemed to be out of breath. Black Mamba should have been fine so that there would be a possibility of getting the Oparts, and there would be some hope of handing it over to Korea. If one caused a thump, it would be the sound of pumpkins rolling down from the roof of the back house, and if one did a crackle, it would be the sound of the widow's skirt uniting next door.

He inferred the situation before and after in an instant. Black Mamba obtained the Oparts and the old doctor hoarded the Oparts. From the point of view of Black Mamba's abilities, it was unlikely that he would die, but no matter how superhuman he was, he could not be unprotected after being hit by 15 bullets without a hitch.

There was silence.

Sun Woo-hyun looked at Jeong Pil-su unpleasantly. It was a very disagreeable face.

"Were you hurt a lot?"

Startled, Jeong Pil-su lowered his voice.

"Human, is the southern part of Hawaii a bulletproof vest? I covered 15 bullets in front of your nose. If I am okay, that was because of the armored car. The petty doctor can't even touch. I have to recuperate for half a year."

"What? Half a year!"

Jeong Pil-su jumped.

"Oh, what should we do... I recognized that his skills were poor when you ran wildly ."

Jeong Pil-su grabbed his back. In other words, they had seen everything they could do at superconductor room temperature. The tears came out of his eyes little by little without even saying that the hardships he underwent were unfair.

Pat! A powerful shock was transmitted to the back of the head.

"Ugh!"

Jeong Pil-su opened his eyes and looked back. Zulu pulled a machete.

"Grunt, I speak and understand Korean well. You dared to insult Lord Dubaiburupa. You will be executed immediately."

"Ooo, Wakano. I said useless words."

Jeong Pil-su, whose face got white and discolored, waved his hand, saying that it was hot. This was Africa, not Korea, and the opponent was a ruthless Dubaiburupa fanatic. Jeong Pil-su, who was strong, couldn't help but feel scared.

Sun Woo-hyun restrained Zulu.

"South Korean comrades, watch your mouth. If your neck falls, it's useless. Zulu has a light mouth but..."

"I made a mistake."

Jeong Pil-su pulled a pack of brushes out of his pocket with a rotten face. If he snitched on Zulu that he was narrow-minded, he would become a kite that had lost its string.

"My mouth is not a spout..."

"Damn it, there are only two packs."

Jeong Pil-su pulled out another box with a rotten face. 𝙛𝐫e𝚎wℯ𝗯𝒏𝗼ѵ𝙚l.𝒄o𝚖

"As for tobacco, South Korean light tobacco is hard to put it. For now, don't think to meet with Wakil."

Sun Woo-hyun snorted. Jeong Pil-su was unable to get his mouth shut about the whereabouts of Oparts, and only two packs of expensive cigarettes were hit by Nevada.

******

"Did Ariba turn back?"

Black Mamba, lying on the bed, was a critical patient no matter who looked at him. A pale complexion and a slim figure that dressed the upper body like a cocoon was showing a pose that said he was a critical patient.

"He is fretting outside like a rat who couldn't get in the grass."

"Let him in."

Ariba, whose face was red, entered.

"Advisor, I missed him. You should explain about the item he stole. "

If Black Mamba had handed over the Oparts earlier, the French homeland could seize the opportunity to become the leader of Europe by defeating Bosche (German beaching) and Rosbif (British beaching). Ariba had no choice but to resent Black Mamba.

"Hey, I'm a patient. Shouldn't you ask for my news?"

Black Mamba had no strength since he was a critically ill patient.

"No one knows advisor as well as I do. If you really underwent pain, you should have invited Dupin as the chair instructor of the Saint Circle (a historic military academy founded by Napoleon I in 1802 at the French Military Academy Saint Circle). I know that your situation is not serious."

Ariba refused it as if he was telling him to not speak ridiculously. If the National Treasure couldn't move because it had been hit by a few Parabellum bullets, Ocelot and many other powerful people couldn't close their eyes underground.

"Chief Ariba, if the person being hit with ten bullets to the heart was not critical, then what's critical? Shall we put one bullet in your heart?"

Sun Woo-hyun pulled the Glock.

"Ugh! Calm down, calm down."

Surprised Ariba covered his heart with his hands and strode back. Sun Woo-hyun was famous for being ignorant even among the monstrous subordinates who were under Black Mamba. He was a guy who would kill them without any countermeasures and argue that he died heroically during the operation.

"Is the head of the medical office an ignorant person?"

Sun Woo-hyun urged as if he would be caught and eaten. Ariba's face became wrinkled. Dupin's deviant behavior was his own responsibility. He looked back at Black Mamba furtively. His expression wasn't very good. His heart was pounding. Wounded predators would be more ferocious than hungry predators. The mouth he was trying to hold back closed like a clam.

"I think I missed it. OPS agents are tracking the boat."

"You bastard, DGSE eyes seem good outside but cannot see? Before I shoot you, tell me what Dupin is."

"Currently, I'm guessing he is a KGB mole. Chief Dupin is a loyal employee who has served the medical team for 20 years. He is a person who has no reason to betray, so he himself is confused, and the headquarters is turned upside down."

Ariba looked so tired and dispirited.

"Huh, it is said even slugs have a knack for rolling."

Black Mamba laughed inside. Sun Woo-hyun was doing very well. As expected, humans were supposed to level up when they were rolled and craved.

"Wow!"

Black Mamba lifted his upper body. Zulu ran after him and supported him.

"Ariba, since you came to Africa and you became a chimpanzee, would a KGB spy chased by an attack helicopter be stupid enough to escape to the lake?"

"Ugh!"

Ariba's face got rotten. As it was said that when a person got rushed, he would become a fool, and he had missed a basic checkpoint.

"The place he appeared?"

"It was the landing place for Cape Albert."

"He didn't even get on the boat. Subordinate, get a map."

Black Mamba pointed to the map.

"In all probability, he re-infiltrates the city of Bukavu and tries to cross the border into Rwanda. Blockade Northwest State 3 from Albert to Cabara. Mobilize all available troops and block the Lucic River. Get out right now."

"Yes, Sir!"

Ariba hit his head and jumped out.

"Stupid guy, I almost missed it," Black Mamba grunted.

He was not a person with a broad mind enough to be beaten raw and laughed out loud. He was narrow-minded and would break bones if he gave out the flesh.

******

Two days later, Hae Young appeared, pushing the wheelchair on the hill of the wind where Black Mamba was attacked suddenly. Black Mamba was sitting in a wheelchair naturally. The patient and the caregiver were switched.

Lake Kivu, like lakes belonging to the Great Valley, was a high-altitude lake with a surface of 1,500 meters above sea level. The lake was as wide as the sea and the mountains that were around 2,000m above sea level surrounding the lake, were so spectacular that they were called a thousand hills.

Dupin was a fake, but the hill of wind, he said, was real. At night, a high mountain breeze would blow, and during the day, the low altitude lake wind would blow. Thanks to the high altitude and wind, the weather was similar to that of late spring in Korea, even though it was located at the equator.

Hae Young recovered quickly enough to be admired by her physician. Her pale face found blood color and her steps were full of strength. It was thanks to the Black Mamba's resonant waves that revitalized the cells.

"Oh my God. Oh my God!"

Hae Young, who had climbed the hill, admired it. A lake dyed red in the setting sun, sparkling water scales, floating fishing boats, a fisherman fishing on the pier, a woman in loose primary colors and energetically calling guests; the view from the window of the hospital room and the view directly from the hill were as different as pointillism and true landscape painting.

"Good! I almost died without seeing this good landscape."

Black Mamba was intentionally too talkative.

"Baby, you should have been careful!" Hae Young leaned back and whispered in his ear.

Hae Young didn't worry much. Mu Ssang was a special human being who survived even when his bones were crushed and his organs were smashed under a coal pile.

"I mean it. Who would know that guy was a spy?... Achoo!"

Black Mamba sneezed instead of speaking. Hair blown by the wind was sucked into his nose.

"Ho-ho-ho!"

Hae Young ran to the edge of the hill, flapping her skirt-type patient uniform like a butterfly. Black Mamba secretly held the army rope in his hand. The blue lake water was churning under the 350m cliff.

Hae Young opened her arms wide and held out her chest. Cold, clear air filled her chest. The intense message of being alive filled her brain.

"Oh! It's so good. The sunset is beautiful, the lake is pretty, and the people are also pretty. I want to build a pretty house on a lakeside hill, sleep together, and open our eyes together. What does age matter... As you say, I was stupid pretending clever. Baby, if I die, bury me here."

The shrill voice turned into a mournful sigh as it went backward. Black Mamba breathed a sigh of relief into it.

"It's not difficult. I'll build the most beautiful wind villa in the world on Wind Hill."

"Pfft, as if you are a rich man!"

Hae Young glanced at him. Even though she was getting older, she still looked like a girl and acted like a girl.

"But it is true that I am super rich."

"My villa is your chest."

"Not your house? A villa is a place you sometimes stop by."

Black Mamba looked at Hae Young with puzzled eyes.

"Ji-Jin Soon!"

Hae Young gave strength to every word and called the name.

"..."

Silence passed.