Mercenary Black Mamba

"Do you want to die? Shuberze doesn't lie."

Sun Woo-hyun glared with his intense eyes.

"Oh, my!"

Ariba glanced at Black Mamba and ran to the emergency room. He heard that there was a patient, so he thought it was agent Luupdeng, but it was Black Mamba's lover. National treasure's lover would be, of course, National treasure's class.

******

The next morning, a middle-aged doctor with a gentle impression visited Black Mamba.

"I'm Der Dupin, chief medical officer. The patient has been through a terrible thing."

"Nice to meet you. I know the situation, so you don't need to repeat it."

Black Mamba looked at the chief with dry eyes. He struggled to deal with his emotions, so he didn't want to accept others' feelings.

"Oh, I..."

The harsh response made him take a step back.

"Skip the interrogation and give me your opinion."

"As expected, Black Mamba!" said Dupin inwardly.

Dupin's eyes trembled slightly. He gave up the leading question he had prepared because of his desolate mood.

"As you may already know, the patient was violently sexually assaulted. The first condition is bruised breasts. Mammary glands from both breast sides have been severely injured and abscesses have occurred. The ablation is needed."

"Could it lose its function?"

"Weirdly, the infection hasn't accelerated as if something solid has wrapped around an abscess. The left side is punctured to release abscesses only, and the right side, where the condition is severe, will be resected and will undergo autophagy transplantation, and she will be able to breastfeed."

"Thank God."

Black Mamba nodded. This was because he energized cells with Gongjinpa and blocked the blood flow of necrotizing tissues.

"After the surgery, loosen the mass with the massage. The patient must have suffered a lot. Whoever used such violence against a woman should go through the pain of his balls being cut off."

"That's what it's going to be."

Dupin flinched and covered his groin. He felt some foresight that his balls had been cut off.

"Secondly, she has a genital laceration; lacerations in the vagina and cervix, and damage to the endometrium. Given the damage to the subcutaneous tissue, she must have been forced a hard thing like Nine Tail. A thing that didn't make sense to me was that the affected area was clean as if it was vacuumed, and bleeding and infection has not progressed. Medical findings suggest that she died of bleeding and infection..."

Dupin tried to read Black Mamba's mind. Despite no signs of forceps or scalpels without sutures, the affected part was well preserved enough for interns to handle.

"What's the prognosis?"

"He's such a dry guy," said Dupin in his mind.

Dupin sighed inwardly. He had no intention of satisfying pure curiosity.

"There's no problem with the treatment. I'm not sure about the possibility of pregnancy. The rest of the bruises are fine. He was such a bad guy to treat a beautiful woman like this."

Dupin was upset as if Black Mamba was the criminal.

"I look forward to your kind cooperation."

"Don't worry. The medical facilities here aren't bad. Chief Ariba asked for her. For your information, I don't recommend having sex for 15 days."

Dupin went out. The first contact was a failure.

******

Click! Black Mamba entered the room silently. The hospital room with a front room and a reception room was as good as a hotel suite. He even heard a breathing sound from the window bed. As if it was a dream, there was a faint scent of Arabian Jasmine.

Inhale! He breathed in deeply. A faint scent of Arabian jasmine filled his lungs. It was the pheromone of the first love that enriched adolescence. He had a sour nose. The three years he had spent with her seemed like a dream.

The long neck and thin collarbone exposed by the fierce sun that permeated through the blackout curtains caused sadness. He drew the curtains to cover the sun. It was easy to succeed, but it would be hard to be at peace...

"Jasmine, jasmine, a flower in the garden. The scent of white flowers in the garden is overshadowed. I reached out my hand secretly, too. I'm afraid someone will see it, so I took a flower in my heart."

Black Mamba hummed his own song. They promised each other to build a building in the suburbs, have a son and two daughters, and live together... He had an ability that was close to God, the power of the king, and the money to buy Jeju Island, but he couldn't reverse the time.

His eyelids trembled. Black eyes opened like pyroxene. His eyes were wet and big. They were covered with long eyelashes and they were like wild animals during the stormy period.

"Why don't you ask me anything?"

"It's enough that you, ma'am, are in front of me."

A deeper, thicker baritone-like voice rang inside the brain. There was a scent of a man who would not change even after a hundred years.

"In ten years, river and mountains change..."

Tears rolled down Hae Young's eyes without realizing it. The warm sunlight that melted the cold body, the strong eaves that prevented rain and wind, the dark clouds of anger, and the male servant who could wipe out the wind of all anxiety and fear, were back.

"Damn it! Hold my hand!"

Hae Young stretched out her skinny arm. She wanted to feel the nostalgic warmth even though she felt shameless. Black Mamba, chocked by the wet voice, held her hand.

"I met Major Paul at the foreign legion of Djibouti. I was surprised to hear that you were a mercenary."

"He's a nosy friend."

Black Mamba grinned. Thanks to Paul, who leaked special secrets, he could save Hae Young.

"What's your real identity? Not everyone can get this kind of treatment."

Hae Young looked up at Black Mamba with her eyes. The system to move the world and vested rights were strong. Ability does not give the position.

Mu Ssang, who had a special ability, was a waiter called cuckoo, and he, who produced excellent research results, almost died of being used. They were like many Jang Young-sill, who were weighed down by the vested rights of stubborn old people, and Lee Soon-shin, who disappeared without being able to reach out to the world.

"Phew! The identity..."

Black Mamba sighed. Ten years was a time of maturity for a child, a time of reflection for the elderly, but a time of changes for the young. He had so much status that he was confused.

"I play internationally. In Korea, I am the rich chairman; in France, the embassy's cultural advisor, the deputy foreign cooperation secretary of the security council; and the oil tycoon, the king of small countries in Africa; and the strong servant in front of you!" Black Mamba answered simply.

"Hahahaha!"

Hae Young laughed out loud.

"You don't believe me!"

Black Mamba opened his eyes widely.

"I believe you. I believe in you. Of course, that would be my servant."

Hae Young wiped off her tears on the tips of her eyes.

"Fuck, the identity is nothing. The honor and wealth were a mist of water when the sun rose. I prefer a strong countryman who enjoys reading and loves literature than kings and millionaires."

"Hahaha, that's true, ten times a night..."

Knock, knock! The nurse pushed a cart into the hospital room.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt your good time."

The nurse who made eye contact with Black Mamba lowered her head. The person in charge threatened that she would get fired if she went against VVIP's mood.

"No, go ahead."

"Madmoazel, it's a strict prescribed food. I'll give you a painful shot if you leave it, even if it tastes bad. Let me help you to finish the meal."

The nurse spread the tablecloth and placed the meal.

"Madam, please give a chance to a poor man who desires to serve his lover."

Black Mamba waved his hand. There might be poison in it.

"It's against the rules, but I'm willing to concede."

The nurse smiled and left the hospital room. He kicked the nurse out. Then he took the soup and sniffed it.

"Oh, it smells good! It's time to eat, ma'am."

Black Mamba was holding an oatmeal bowl and fed it to Hae Young. Hae Young ate and swallowed like a baby sparrow. The room was comfortable and clean, and her guy was beside her. It was heaven when she got out of hell. She was about to die of happiness.

"God, please return my eyes for a moment. It will be little greedy hope but won't be a crime," she said inwardly.

She prayed earnestly. She never dreamed that a moment of whim would bring down ruin. She became a poor patriot because of discrimination and swayed around when she lived in America.

A hundred years ago, a stupid king wore a court lady's clothes at night, hid in a court lady's kiln, and committed a sinister act of entrusting himself to the Russian legation. Korea had been and was now struggling under the weight of the U.S., Russia, China, and Japan.

She wanted to see a country that wouldn't be beaten even if they couldn't speak up louder. That was why she turned away Ooparts. Ooparts was the non-owned thing. It was the same as ginseng that she dug while hiking Seorak Mountain.

She thought she didn't have a fault. The U.S. was only weighted down by the barbarism and violence of the country, which was obscured by the rule of law and human rights. Blessings come together. The out-of-the-blue action brought her to ruin but made her meet a longing person.

"Madam, you have an operation in an hour."

Black Mamba cleaned the dishes.

"Surgery?"

Hae Young suddenly woke up from her thoughts.

"Don't be afraid. It's like pulling out a thorn in your hand. The French medical team is the best in the world."

"I'm not scared!"

Hae Young smiled faintly. If she could reduce the mental shock that Mu Ssang would receive, she didn't care about the body that became dirty.

She turned her head to the window to avoid showing her tears. The view was good since it was a special room. Outside the window, the blue lake Kivu was there like a picture, and women dressed in one-tone colors were seen grooming fish by the lake. Their life was intense under competition and poverty, but she even felt jealous.

The French ist Proust said, "If you are in danger of death, your miserable life looks beautiful." It was good to go home with a fishy smell and to drag their feet because of tiredness. She wanted to see Mu Ssang eat a spicy fish stew pot on the table. But...

"Ssang, there was a blind girl. Everyone was just laughing at her and trying to use her since she couldn't see. She also had a strong boyfriend who always stood by and took care of all bad things. A blind girl used to tell her boyfriend that she would marry him if she could see the world. One day, an eye donor appeared. The girl who had the transplant saw the world. The world was so beautiful and brilliant. Will you marry me now? The girl who got her boyfriend's proposal fainted. She expected a nice young man, but the boyfriend was blind. 'No, I will never get married.' The girl turned him down coldly. There were so many great men in the world to marry, not a blind man! The boyfriend was left alone. The girl received a letter later. Even if you don't love me, please use my eyes well. Ssang, do you think the girl replied to him?"

Tears filled her eyes like deer.

"It was painful, angry, and hateful to be alive. If he dies, he can't even do it. A cruel fairy tale is just the angle of death's whining. If you ask Gyeonbokgung palace at the South Gate, you will answer, 'go to the north.' If you ask Gyeongbokgung palace at Sujeongmum gate, you will answer, 'go to the south.' Gyeonbokgung palace is always there."

"Fool! You are a fool!"

What a degree would have left such a sincere and strong man! She broke his heart.

"The greatest folly of humans is to let go of hope."

Black Mamba stopped talking and pressed Hae Young's nipple slightly.

"Ten years have passed. The red bean I used to cherish must have been ripened well, right? Let's have a son first. Let's name him Mu jeok. Mu Ssang's son, Mu Jeok! How about it?"

Black Mamba smiled brightly. When the body becomes weak, the mind becomes weak. He tried over-reaction.

"No, Mu Jeok. Mu Ssang is already hilarious enough. No, Mu jeok! This is so out of style! Hohoho!"

Hae Young wiped away her tears and laughed.

"Well, is it that funny? I heard that if you laugh while crying, your butt will get hairy. Shall we watch it together?"

Black Mamba lifted the blanket.

"No way!"

Hae Young grabbed the blanket. She didn't want to show her mess to her lover.

Knock, Knock! A young doctor and a nurse pushed the bed in.

"Special counsel, it's time for surgery."

"How long will it take?"

"Our chief said it won't be difficult. Two hours would be enough."

"Please."

"Don't worry. The perfect nun will be back."

The doctor whispered in Black Mamba's ear.

******

The northeastern boundary of the Resource Development Headquarters was a hill with palm trees and banana trees. Standing on the mountain, a huge lake of Kivu spread out under 300m feet.

Black Mamba sat on a bench and waited for the results. He didn't worry about where she would stay in the future. She was a wise, self-respecting woman. All he had to do was respect her decision.

The problem was the camp with bad ties. He could endure if something happened, but he didn't endure after he got beaten. Even if he held with it, the U.S. did not. They wouldn't give up Ooparts and were not generous enough to watch the villain who knocked down the camp.

"Stupid woman!"

How did that smart woman come up with such an innocent idea? He never dreamed of transferring Ooparts to the South Korean government. Even if Dr. Lee So-jin was handed over the superconductor, there was no possibility that it would be used entirely for the sake of the nation and the people.

Numerous people held power, wealthy Japanese sides, pro-Americans, or traitors who only know their profit. There was no possibility of avoiding the eyes of the U.S. and Japan, and a flock of hyenas would rush in and take crumbles.