Mercenary Black Mamba

Chapter 474 - Episode 7 I Hate Doing the Dishes

Chapter 474: Chapter 44 Episode 7 I Hate Doing the Dishes

Guard platoon commander al-Saudi’s face contorted as if he could not see. Nine subordinates were trampled to death by Ives, kicked to death, and turned into rice cakes on a rock. I was tired of peeing at the sound of a huge rock rubbing my ears. It was unilateral, but I understand. Ebris was originally a being of destruction and annihilation. However, this is not Ebris with a white flag. Does it make sense to say that I am waving a white handkerchief to a stick? With a size as big as a water buffalo, a truce, and reconciliation, the white flag can’t be matched by the evil impression that can never be combined with the words! A ceasefire in the yard where the stomach ruptured, the upper and lower body separated, and the devastation of the Mokbul Ingyeon with scattered limbs occurred? The two guys crushed on the rocks are rich people who have been together for five years in the Pyrenees. Sparks flashed in Saudi Arabia’s eyes. What kind of conversation did you have with a monster abandoned by Allah? “Hey, you’re so rude! (Damn, absurd!)” Someone mumbled as al-Saudi burned his anger. Yes. A truce is absurd. “Damn, when did Allah’s warriors pick up the arm and kill him! ball~” “Shut up, you want to die!”

A howling that amplified the roar of an angry male elephant tenfold was heard. “Ugh!” Saudi staggered at the pain of being stabbed in the ear with an awl. Kamuge’s voice amplification spell shook the valley. Stones fell from the cliff. The Saudis who were about to give the order to attack froze. “Who are you?” Saudi Arabia’s white spear flashed many eyes. “You don’t deserve my name.” ” What?” It is an insulting remark without any hesitation. His system of thinking was shaken for a moment by his resolute reaction to the point that he thought he was truly unworthy. “Profit, dare!” Saudi’s face turned red as pig liver.

“for a moment!” Kah Weight stopped Saudi Arabia’s thoughts and pointed his hand at the silver bag that was lying around. Kamuge is a shaman. It’s like looking into the other person’s mind. The Saudi gaze, who was about to give the order to fire, followed Kamuge’s fingertips. An unrealistic scene in which a gorilla who was hit by hit bullets in a row and rose was stuck in his eyes. “Ugh~ Kurud! (Immortal!)”

Saudi Arabia’s mouth opened wide and a heavy moan escaped. This is not a dream but a reality. “Wow wow!” The ring shook her body. Bullets and fragments of shells that had been lodged in his body fell at his feet. Silverback shook his head. His red eyes, as if dipped in fresh blood, stared at Saudi Arabia. “Ugh!” Saudi Arabia unwittingly stepped back. I’ve heard countless times that a voodoo shaman wields zombies and monsters. But this isn’t it. The creature that doesn’t die from being hit by an anti-tank gun isn’t a monster, it’s a god” “Rah rach, wax au ka su! (Oh, God has come!)” In the unbelievable scene, the new crew members struggled to the ground. Saudi’s face darkened. The vulgar things that do not receive the grace of Allah are unavoidable. “Call the boss, nigga!” Kamui growled. The stunned Saudi picked up the walkie-talkie. Buaang- The harsh exhaust sound typical of a Soviet-made Jeep echoed through the valley. Dozens of UAZ-69 jeeps pouring red dust from inside the valley. The UAZ-69 is a military jeep produced by the Soviet Union since 1969. Combat jeeps lined up in a fan-shaped formation. Heavy machine guns, anti-tank guns, and automatic grenade launchers mounted on the loader mounts fired at Kamuge and two gorillas. He had a strong will to punish him if he saw any suspicious movements. Leading Commander Bansiri jumped out of the jeep from the jeep. Bansiri flashed three hundred eyes. While his opponent was fine, only his subordinates became fish. “Saudi, what is this?” Bansiri, whose heart was twisted, squealed. “Sir, this is Unclean Ives. Allah’s warriors fought bravely~” Bansiri waved his hand to stop the Saudis making excuses. “I am the leader. Identify the identity and the reason for the attack.” His gleaming eyes glared at emotionless eyes like grains of glass. “You’re a human with a killer gene inside your bones!” Kamuge read the killer gene in the Arabs’ eyes. Before being the leader of the rebels, Kamuge is a houngan and geneticist. The criterion by which he evaluates humans is the presence or absence of superior genes. The Arabs in front of us are strong human beings who have inherited excellent genes from generation to generation.

Genes don’t get better just because an individual makes an effort. only inherited Individuals with superior genes are more likely to survive. The surviving individual passes the superior gene back to the offspring. The fact that a person with a killer gene has survived for more than 40 years eloquently speaks to a strong human being. Kamuge recognized the man. “I am the high priest Kamuge. Who the hell are you?”

Bansiri was startled. The shaman’s voice shook his brain like a giant bell. He would have lost his center and almost fell if he had not mastered the Mamluk Sir Keshi’s secret of ‘correcting the soul’. As you might have guessed, this is the evil Voodoo Houngan. “Ummm, Voodoo Houngan!” Bansiri moaned. He, too, heard the voodoo’s notorious deaf ears. Voodoo is an evil religion where people are sacrificed and the sacrifice is shared. He recognized the amazing abilities of Voodoo Hounggan. There are no evil spells. There is only one standard of being strong or weak. Sak-Bansiri disappeared. Sussuk- Kamuge’s cuff in the hand of Bansiri, who appeared in place after passing through the village, fluttered. It is the shadow cutting of Asa Shin that has been passed down for a thousand years. Kamuge’s expression hardened slightly, then loosened. He was calling each other’s check maids one by one. “I am Abu Bansiri. He is the one who instructs those who do not know the true meaning of Allah.”