“Stand upright, Hassan.” ≪ ? Ro, Inbu 已 Episode 609 “Stand straight. Hassan.” “… … ? The head of the J Islamic terrorist group. Muhammad Saladir ad-Din was taken aback for a moment.
Who the hell is Hassan, and whose voice is heard in his bedroom, where no one else should be?
However, if he had lost his composure just this much, he would not have reached the current position.
Muhammad calmly opened his mouth.
「Sorry, but I am not Hassan. I don’t know who it is, but it looks like you’ve found the wrong person.”
“That’s probably not it.”
An uninvited guest who walked out of the darkness with Arabic words that could not be found even a single extraneous word. After checking the face of the assailant, Muhammad narrowed his forehead.
‘what. Who is this nerd?’ Although the appearance was unrecognizable, the mask that covered the face was strange.
It was not a turban or cloth, but a thick red wool material with both eyes and mouth open.
Aside from the strangeness of being called a mask, I had never seen a crazy person wearing something like that in a hot desert.
Muhammad asked with a question.
“Who are you?”
The assailant, presumed to be an assassin, answered.
I’m Mami… …
“Mommy?”
“No, he is a son of a filial son.”
“… … ? J If it’s a filial son, it’s a filial son, if it’s a hand, it’s a hand.
One thing was certain, however, that the stranger had come to visit him not to practice filial piety.
“Who sent it?”
“Allah” “Allah?” “Uh. That egg that you suck and suck to your heart’s content.” Through the gaping hole, the corner of the stranger’s mouth could be seen sneaking up.
“I was told to tell you. I never asked you to do anything like that, so don’t interpret the scriptures as they are.”
“Such a madman.”
“Now I live and listen to all the crazy talk about the head of the terrorist group. You will love it in life.”
Muhammad opened his mouth solemnly, contemplating when to pull out the scimitar from his waist.
“Stupid bastard. Do you think you’ll be okay with this?”
Yes, I think it will be all right. “You seem to be impatient to die. If you surrender even now… … . J “Uh. I think I heard that a moment ago, but wait.” The assailant who was rummaging through his arms suddenly took something out of his sleeve and threw it.
thud. Degurur… … .
With a rather heavy sound, something round touched Muhammad’s feet.
Like a warrior in the desert, he had healthy tanned skin and eyes that had hardened. There was not a single drop of blood on his cleanly cut neck.
「Ka-Kasim?」
“Why are you so surprised? Is this a face you know?”
“… … ! j Muhammad froze cold.
Cassim was a bodyguard and assassin he trusted more than anyone else.
An S-class Hunter unknown to the world. Among them, the number of enemies who died at the hands of Kasim, an awakened assassin, was uncountable.
‘But you killed that Kasim? Is it so fast and stealthily that no one notices?’ Allah, my God. It’s real.
Muhammad’s voice trembled with fear that gripped his body.
“I will give you one last chance. If you leave like this, I will forget about today and do not retaliate.”
“Sir, I hate you, you bastard. It’s enough to kill without complicating things, so why?”
「Then, I will give you as much wealth as you want! Diamond! How about diamonds!」
Diamond attack of conversion!
“Diamonds? The ones in the safe under the desk? I already got them. They were pretty.” But nothing happened! Muhammad’s eyes went dark!
「Bodyguard! Guard Wow! Omari! Buy Darts! Nasser! Where is everyone!” Muhammad, who had lost his composure, cried out like a scream, and the assailant shouted along.
“Omari! Sadat! Nasser! Here they are!” thump, thump, thump.
“Woohyo! Get the bodyguard’s mother!” Where on earth do those narrow sleeves come from?
It was at that time that Muhammad was seized with fear as he looked at the three heads falling in succession.
jump.
Despite the commotion inside the bedroom, the door that had been firmly closed opened wide, and a giant wearing the same mask walked in and opened his mouth.
“Did you still keep this terrorist bastard alive?”
The moment Muhammad, seeing the profuse blood on his hands, hardened like a stone statue, the assailant raised his hand and hid himself.
“You still have work to do, right? By the way, are you done organizing?”
“Roughly. The other two are looking for things downstairs. Anyway, can you take off this beggarly mask? I’m going to die of frustration from a while ago.”
“It’s not possible.”
“Damn it. Then let me smoke a cigar. I even covered my face with illusion magic anyway.”
“You’d better wear your ID card around your neck. And if you had even the slightest brain, wouldn’t you think of illusion magic? He’s already big, but if he smokes a cigar with his skills, it’s like advertising himself as Chuck Hagel.”
Realizing one fact, Muhammad widened his eyes.
“Chuck, Chuck Hagel? you guys! You’re from America!”
“Hut. How did this baby know that? chuck. There must be a spy among the American leadership.”
Chuck Heagle pulled out a cigar and muttered at the startled look of the assailant.
“… … Crazy Korean.”
“No, Chuck. Are you crazy? If you say Korean here, he will understand.”
“I think I’m going to have a mental illness. I think I’m going to have a mental illness. I think I’m going out to eat lunch… … . J However, the person who seemed to be mentally ill was not Chuck Hagel, but his party, Muhammad.
Even the name Chuck Hagel isn’t enough to say he’s Korean.
At this moment, I couldn’t help but think of the name of one of the most famous Koreans in the world.
“Jin Tae-kyung?”
“No, I am a descendant of a filial son.”
“Dog, don’t be bullshit. Knowing someone as an idiot… … . J Whoops!
The jeweled turban comes off, and the few remaining strands of hair are cut off as if to perish.
Towards Muhammad, who had forgotten to breathe and became frozen. No, Jin Tae-gyeong asked.
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“I ask again. Who am I?”
「Hyo, filial son.」
“You said Jin Tae-gyeong earlier.”
“mistaken. I think I was mistaken!”
“okay? Can you swear to God?”
“I swear by Allah the Great and the Prophet Muhammad! You are a filial son!」
“How dare you put on God and play Gura. I am Taekyung Jin! This apostate is a baby! ”
「Giyaaaaaagh!」
Muhammad, seized with terror, screamed with all his might, but the noise did not leave the bedroom and disappeared.
The curtain of energy created by the combined effort was blocking the space without the slightest gap.
「Oh, what the hell! Why the hell are you doing this to me!”
Chuck Hagel laughed at the cry of Muhammad, who was now even shedding tears.
“You can’t ask us about that. Ask the god you sold it like that. We’ll see you in a little while anyway.”
“… … ! j 「Ah. Of course, there’s something I need to do before that.” A word from Chuck Hagel added at the end did not reach Muhammad’s ears.
His mind was already filled with the meaning of the words he had heard earlier.
‘Meet God? die? I?’ death.
Every human being thinks of that word, but at least not to Muhammad.
He was always the one who gave death, not the one who accepted it.
A shrill voice escaped from between his trembling lips.
「That, there is no use for that. It can’t be.」
Since childhood, he has been involved in an armed terrorist group. He held an automatic rifle instead of a writing instrument, and after awakening he picked up a sword.
And at the end of the victory, he became the head of a terrorist group and kidnapped, imprisoned, and brutally executed countless people.
Muhammad. Having the same name as the old prophet, he considered himself a new prophet and leader.
however. But why
“I, I am a body that receives God’s protection. how… … . J “That’s simple.” The corners of his mouth that had risen through the hole in his mask slowly subsided.
Jin Tae-kyung opened his mouth with a voice that had settled down before he knew it.
“Because you’re a psychotic bastard who sells the name of God and does all sorts of crazy things. That’s why you die.”
“… … !”
“Assaulting civilians, kidnapping and brainwashing children, planting bombs on their bodies to commit suicide… … I can’t even count each one. There are too many.”
caac. woo.
The phlegm that Chuck Hagel spits out sticks thickly to Muhammad’s face. A harsh voice followed, piercing my ears.
「So, from now on, I will give you one last chance. You’re a F*cking terrorist bastard who has nothing to say even after being harassed by Johnson all week long, but if you listen to her obediently, you’ll at least have an excuse before God.”
“That, what is that?”
“Of course, I don’t mean to save lives.
But at least I can die less painfully.”
“What the hell do you want!”
“Command.”
“what?”
“I know that you have numerous branches under your umbrella. As for another armed terrorist group against you. But the problem is… … If we root them out one by one, there is no end. So, you give them orders.”
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A smoky cigar smoked, Chuck Hagel grinned.
“Immediately launch an all-out offensive against the hostile forces. Until one of them crumbles into a grain of sand in the desert. Got it? You son of a bitch.”
“… … ! j To Muhammad, who widened his eyes, Jin Tae-kyung put his hands together as if putting his palms together and added a word.
“Kill each other from now on.”
Muhammad finally realized. He knows he has no more options.
After the refusal of this last offer, only a painful and desperate death awaits.
* * * If I were a decently popular web novel writer, I would have pulled out at least five of these episodes.
Power struggles and political scenes between large and small armed terrorist groups. Well, if I seasoned this and that and other things, it would have increased to about 10 episodes.
However, I am not a web novel writer, and the number of terrorist groups and rebels to be dealt with immediately was large.
To sum it up, it means that I had to wander around.
Kwaaang!
Beopbeobung!
At first, I tried to handle it quietly, but since the range to be covered is so wide and the number of people is small, I started to receive hospitality at some point.
And in one letter, enemy, there were guns and shells, and Awakeners who called themselves ‘warriors of God’.
“Kill!”
“They’re the ones who destroyed the Mujahideen!”
“Thirty million dollars immediately to anyone who captures or kills them!”
Shish shush shush!
Dodging the barrage of attacks from all sides, I shouted in amazement.
“Wow, our bounty has been raised!”
“Shut up and dodge!”
“I think it was ten million dollars the other day. Luffy pirates this taste!”
“F*cking! shut up! Mother Pucker!”
“Fifty million! Let’s go fifty million! The great sea route is just around the corner!”
Sometimes they fought bloody battles, and sometimes terrorist groups like secret night guests. Or even wiped out the rebels.
And on the great route they arrived at, no, a living treasure awaited them in the desert.
“The leader of the Sooni faction. Omar Al Hussain. Right?”