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Chapter 698: Chapter 63 Episode 34 Asura

“Since this bastard is between species, he opens his eyes when he is eating without sense.”

Sun Woo-hyun picked up the coconut without even looking back. Pat! Milovic, who was hit on the forehead, drooped.

“Is it a frustration?’

Black Mamba stared at Sun Woo-hyun. He was thinking that he was self-conscious but his dirty nature had not gone anywhere. Sun Woo-hyun secretly avoided his gaze and changed words quickly.

“Did you give her sleeping pills?”

“Actually it’s time to wake up... Don’t be a troublemaker ignorantly.”

Black Mamba looked at Number 10 quickly.

“Zebitale Abu Purkimai!”

“What does Olonge say?”

“He said that you can make her wake up suddenly.”

“Is that so?”

It was a little surprising that Olonge was taking action actively. Pygmies were extremely passive. There was no way they did anything voluntarily other than what they were asked to do.

Olonge took out a plastic bag for serration packaging from his bosom. This was the warehouse where he usually stored snacks such as yakori, termites, and tarantulas. Boink, boink! A swarm of flying insects trapped in a plastic bag glowed. Olonge pulled out a thumb-sized bee. Black Mamba nodded. This was an item that made people wake up suddenly.

“Ugh, is this a red tarantula hawk, isn’t it?”

Sun Woo-hyun grimaced. He was shot once in Novatopia. The pain duration was only 3-5 minutes but her eyes widened at the pain of driving a rusty nail under her nail.

“Ahh!”

Helen, who narrowed her eyes and looked at the situation, writhed. She had an experience where she had gotten stung by a damn red wasp. She didn’t want to spout bubbles and wet her pants in front of men staring at her intensely. Olonge threw the wasp into his mouth with a sad expression and chewed it gently.

“I’m going to pull out her ignorant tongue and slap with a fly swatter.”

Sun Woo-hyun kicked her without mercy and ripped off the tape that blocked her mouth.

“Son of a bitch, you are motherfucker!”

Vulgar swear words poured out of the woman’s mouth in crowds.

“Oh, your mouth is a gutter. Is it made in the Soviet Union?”

Mu Ssang looked at Sun Woo-hyun. Sun Woo-hyun slapped her cheek up and put the tape on it.

“Since the Soviet Eminaies, they are mimicking the American imperialist Eminai. Before your leader guy kicks the bucket, say the underlying funds (information) first.”

Sun Woo-hyun tapped Milovic’s cheek like a drum. Milovic’s body, with dozens of broken bones, was limping like a mollusk, but he didn’t care about it.

“Is it a complex appearance?”

Black Mamba shook his head. Sun Woo-hyun had a tendency to treat his particularly tall and handsome opponents harshly, regardless of gender.

“Tell me. I have a job for a woman.”

“The only thing a woman has to do is get on. Good luck.”

“Man, if you make that kind of comment in Korea, you’ll be put on trial. You’ll have difficulty marrying a Korean lady.”

“I don’t like South Korean women who are stubborn and looking back. Yanbian is full of women who are good and obedient.”

Sun Woo-hyun didn’t say even a word. Black Mamba laughed. Sun Woo-hyun should have pecked at them so that he was like himself.

******

“Hey, we need to talk.”

There was silence.

Helen clenched her teeth and lifted her eyes. Poison flowed through her pale blue eyes.

“You probably know English. Name?”

Again, there was no response.

Olonge pulled out a red tarantula hawk and approached slowly. Helen was startled.

“Let’s go easy. No pity for you.”

“I’m very sorry. How can you do this to a woman?”

“Hey!”

Unknowingly, he inhaled the wind.

“Hey, don’t turn your social gender into a biological one. You’re not a woman. You’re an agent. So, you didn’t have a suicide capsule. You are not an agent but you’re hunting, I think. I respect those who are armed with patriotism and a sense of duty even if they are enemies. You are a marionette type of person who has weaknesses or is driven by money and drugs. I don’t want to respect you very much.”

“Fucking bastard, you mean you’re going to use violence against a woman?”

Helen emphasized the woman. The world should be generous to a pretty woman, of course. Because of being a woman and having beauty, she had always been respected in the camp. Oscar Wilde had said beauty was truth and truth was beauty as well. Unfortunately, her opponent was not a soft Yankee, nor a nonviolent Gandhi.

“Huh, you’re really a crazy bitch. When you try to kill someone, you have to be prepared to die yourself. Are you saying that a four-year-old can shoot and kill people and can not get a single slap in the face? This was the last gentle question. Name?”

“Give me my item. You’re a thief and a robber.”

Helen’s eyes were smoldering with anger and poison. The opponent was the villain who stole Ooparts, the guarantee of success. She wasn’t conscious.

“I’m sorry. When you see the coffin, you’ll cry, of course.”

Black Mamba spread her handcuffed palms wide and pressed the granite rock. Stone dust rose and her palms went into it. Helen’s mouth which was using enmity was closed like a seashell. The woman’s hand was placed in a deeply engraved palm frame and a stone cut with a Vajra was inserted into her wrist. An endless torture frame was prepared.

Olonge put the tape in the woman’s mouth. It was the change she wanted herself. Black Mamba smiled brightly and drew a slender commendation from the armguard. He wanted to handle it as neatly as he could, but the woman incurred a whipping.

“Argh!”

Helen writhed, but her hands bitten by rocks did not even move. Helen went mad when the sharp blade was placed on the inside of the thumb, on the crescent where the skin and nails were connected. Even a fool would know what’s going to happen. The slender iron skewer was sluggish, digging into her nails. Although primitive, the pain and visual effects were superb.

“Aahh!”

Helen trembled like a leaf. Blood stood in her pale blue eyes. Black Mamba showed an armguard with 20 citations and put a citation on the index fingernail. It was a terrible threat.

“Argh!”

The poison went out of Helen’s eyes and fear filled her eyes. Devilish bastard, no, the devil was more than enough to hit all 20 iron skewers.

“You still have eight fingers left. I’m gonna crush your toes without piercing them. I’ll give you time to think.”

Black Mamba threw a terrible comment and lit Cohibajigolo on fire. The unique, savory, and bitter taste rushed deep into her lungs. A calm feeling that followed sharp swallowing of the throat just like when pouring a soju glass on an empty stomach came.

The tar content indicated in Cohibajigolo was 25mg, which was 9mg higher than that of the domestic brush tobacco 16mg. Compared to Cohiba and Sol, nicotine and tar content were not associated with tobacco taste. If the perforation of the cigarette’s filter end was blocked and performed during the experiment, 30 to 150 times the experimental value would be obtained. In other words, when smoking, the content marked as smoking by biting the perforation was fraudulent.

Low-nicotine and low-tar cigarettes were gaining popularity in France and the UK, but it was a no-brainer. Cigarettes containing as many as 200 substances were terrifying even to hear, including arsenic, chlorine, cobalt, carbon monoxide, and cadmium.

Lowering nicotine and tar content by a few milligrams wouldn’t change anything. Low-tar cigarettes and high-purity filters were only a knack for business, but smokers were rationalizing themselves with a small consolation that they benefited their health. That was the way the world was.

If one wanted to make money, one needed to treat people’s preferences, not their basic necessities. The high price policy could not be used for daily necessities, but it could be used for any number of items people like. A person who was saying that 2,500 won of rice was expensive, was willing to pay 10,000 won for a Cohibajigolo cigarette blown away with the smoke. Coca-Cola had earned a bunch of money by adding a few pigments and flavors to the water because it was an item of personal preference.

“It’s an item of personal preference. Heh, heh, heh!”

Black Mamba giggled alone as if he went insane. The woman was great, as expected. After torturing a woman, he found value in his economic existence. From the perspective of French authorities, soldiers and police were daily necessities and Black Mamba was an item of personal preference.

Black Mamba was a presence that would relieve the mood when high people were in trouble or that would be able to solve their doubts when they were full of questions. Because of that, she was expensive. If they couldn’t properly distinguish between items of personal preference and basic necessities and if they couldn’t understand the truth, no one would understand it.

“So, you are still thinking about it.”

Black Mamba snapped a cigarette and picked a dart slowly.

“You bastard, no. I said no! I said, don’t judge as you like.’

Recalling the extreme pain, Helen shook her head desperately. As the saying goes, “A burnt child dreads the fire, ” the human brain would rely on experience for analysis and judgment. The dart mechanically penetrated the middle fingernail.

“Argh!”

Bubbles and liquid flowed from the woman’s eyes, nose, and mouth. Her mind went blank. She was full of thoughts about avoiding pain. The third dart came out of the armguard.

“Oop, oop, oop!”

Helen hit the wheel to break her head. Mu Ssang, after hesitating for a while, put the dart into the armguard. Olonge took off the tape that blocked her mouth.

“Helen, Bauer Helen!”

The answer came without hesitation. Although her heart was venomous and cruel, she was not strong enough to face primal violence.

“Good, having a sincere conversation like this benefits each other. Identity?”

Black Mamba’s question was as soft as a spring breeze.

“Researcher at the United States Geological Survey, now Assistant Researcher in the Zaire Mambasa Geological Exploration Team.”

“Not that, but the real identity?”

“Senior Sergeant in the DIA Counterintelligence.”

“Another identity different from that?”

There was a moment of silence.

Helen hesitated. But Black Mamba didn’t hesitate. Immediately, the dart was issued for the ring fingernail.

“Aaahhh!”

A desperate scream rang out. A flock of birds flew away while resting in the shade of Ngai Rock. Helen writhed but her hand, immersed in a thousand-year-old giant rock, was immovable.

“Other identities?”

“Informant of the Soviet Union Ministry of Internal Affairs!”

“Received orders?”

“Identify the hidden purpose of the expedition and if necessary, blow up the camp.”

“The reason for becoming a mole?”

“He saved me when I was ruined by drugs. If you have that item, you can marry him.”

“You are an American citizen. You must have known that the person approaching was a KGB agent...”

“What does that matter? We love each other. If we’re happy, it is enough. His job is not a big deal!”

“Tsk-tsk!”

Black Mamba clicked his tongue. This was a method commonly used by spy agencies when planting moles. This kind of selfish and vain human being was a good candidate for the KGB Humint Operation.

“What is the item stolen from the U.S. Military Camp?”

“I don’t know, either. It’s just called Oparts.”

“So that is!”

This woman and Ubiksa had no idea of the value of Vajra. It was the same that one did not know oneself.

“Where were Ooparts discovered?”

“I don’t know. The discoverer is an Asian researcher named Lin. Kerry stole Ooparts she had concealed and I stole Ooparts that Kerry stole,” Helen answered obediently.

She hadn’t any thoughts other than wanting to get out of the pain quickly.

“Lin? Inn? What is her full name?”

“It’s Hae Young Lin. An unlucky Asian woman on her Ph.D. in geology at the University of Santa Barbara.”

“Huh!’

He almost made a sound. It was taken properly. Surprised Black Mamba calmed his own heart with a deep breath.

“If you explain the process of acquiring Ooparts, the U.S. military force, and its size in detail, I will give you morphine.”

“It hurts so much. Give me morphine first.”

Helen gasped.

“Okay, I’ll do.”

Black Mamba responded mildly. If she didn’t obey, he could pull out the morphine component with suction waves and that’s it.

“I was a counterintelligence officer in charge of Researcher Lin... The Institute uses scholarships and living expenses as bait... The acquisition of Ooparts was purely coincidental... There were two battalions of marines, one battalion of engineers, a chemistries company, and a DIA special forces battalion at the camp. I recently heard that brigade troops have been added... Yankee is mobilizing thousands of researchers and soldiers to search for Ooparts.”

“What happened to the woman named Lin?”

He got nervous. Hae Young had concealed Ooparts. He wouldn’t have clapped his hands just because the security guards did a good job.

“We cannot know. Camp Commander Brigadier General McKinley activated Gamma Number 1. Perhaps she was imprisoned or executed.”

“Huh! Execution?” thought Black Mamba.

His ears were buzzing. It was impossible to know whether the objects piled up in the Life Vessel were Ooparts or Okafi. The important thing was Hae Young’s safety. He couldn’t blame the woman. She was just faithful to her position. He pulled out a Cohibajigolo cigarette and lit it. It was the first time he smoked a line cigarette.

******

“Wakil, after I made a mistake... I’m sorry.”

Sun Woo-hyun bowed his head. When the opportunity came, he mimicked All-Torture, and then gave up. A fake was just a fake.

“It’s not meant to be. Did you pick up the information?”

There was no way to save the dead. It was a pity but there was nothing to do.

“Because the time to die came, I told them first. Ubiksa...”

“No time. Open the satellite phone and let Bonipas know what’s going on and tell him we might have a fight with the Americans,” Black Mamba interrupted.

If Bonipas was to continue his role as a Nova member, he must have kept his place. If he wanted to keep his place, he had to make a performance.

“If Wakil comes forward, the Yankees will be out of control. I’m gonna communicate.”

Sun Woo-hyun installed a satellite antenna and started cryptography.

“What do we do about that?” Sun Woo-hyun said in his mind.

He vacantly looked at Helen, who was drunk with morphine and acting like a fool. She was good for nothing.