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nThe western side of Singapore’s Marina Bay was lined with large and small refrigerators and fisheries. Singapore had the second largest fish consumption per person after Japan.

nSingapore itself didn’t have a high catching rate. Over half of the consumed fish was exported to Japan. Most of its storage places were to store products for exporting fisheries.

nThere was an old 50 square foot storage container along the western side of the road, which was always closed.

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nInside the storage were the remains of fish scattered across the cement floor. There were boxes stocked with salted fish along one side, plus fishing equipment. It was a common sight in fishery storage containers.

nIn the corner of the storage was a large fish tank, used for breeding farmed fish. No one knew there was a secret set of stairs leading underground beneath it.

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nA sleek car stopped in front of the storage container, and the door opened. The cement walls greeted the visitor without color, still depressingly gray. The single 200-watt white lightbulb on the ceiling spluttered, unable to push away the darkness.

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nThe healthy man who had grown his combed hair to his neck entered the storage as though he was sliding in. The man in an original Armani suit topped with Ray-Bans that showed off his handsome features, comparable to those of a movie star.

nUnlike his handsome features, the man’s gray eyes were unmoving, like a fish’s dead eyes, but even those enhanced his charismatic features.

nThe golden-haired man looked around the storage and helped a woman out of the car. She was a young white woman with flowing golden hair. The woman swayed as though she was drunk.

nThe blond man pushed the tank with surprising strength. The ten-foot-long tank moved helplessly. He had strength comparable to a grizzly bear.

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nWhen the tank was moved, an opening appeared.

nThe blond man opened the panel attached to the wall and pushed a button. A ladder slid down from the opening.

nThe man went down the ladder with the woman on his arm without hesitance. The underground, unlike the storage house, was bright as day, to the point they could see the dust floating off the floor.

nThe long, thin fingers lifted a sharp surgical scalpel from the bed. On the bed were other weapons of all kinds, like sashimi knives, claw hammers, bombs, axes, daggers, and much more in a row.

nPerhaps he didn’t like how dull its blade was, but he placed the scalpel down and picked up the electronic saw instead. It was a saw usually used to cut frozen tuna.

nThe lifeless eyes, comparable to those of a dead fish, glanced back. He could see the thin neck of his sacrifice and placed the chainsaw back down.

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nThe blade, which was mismatched on its right and left sides, would destroy the sacrifice’s muscles and bones uselessly. It wouldn’t do for a human’s structure to be destroyed by a chain, as its quality would decrease.

nWhat he chose after much deliberation was a piano wire. With seven cords of 0.01-inch wire, the material was a combination of tungsten and chromium. Made under specially requested specifics, it’s surface was coated with diamond dust.

nIt was one of his most beloved objects. This was it. That day’s operation tool was going to be the piano wire. He felt excited when he chose his tool.

nThe vibration of the sacrifice trembling against the piano wire gave another kind of excitement in and of itself. He felt an orgasm rising from within that he hadn’t felt even when he caught a 22-pound tuna at the northeastern end of America. His body trembled at the expectation of his high.

n“Mm!”

nThe woman regained consciousness.

nIt was the right time. The golden-haired man was proud of his skills. Targeting sacrifices according to their physical aspects and age so that they would wake at a certain time was his secret skill.

nHe had only taped the sacrifice’s mouth and committed no violence. Despite that, the weak sacrifice was sitting still, unable to move.

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n“Hic!” The woman hiccuped as she came to her senses.

nHer mouth was taped shut. The strange sound of her hiccups rang across the basement. A yellow liquid leaked out between the sacrifice’s legs.

nThe blond man frowned. Weakness was a sin. Weak things always ruined his mood.

nThat day’s sacrifice was a fresh 20-year-old woman.

nGray eyes slowly examined the woman. Her height was five feet and seven inches, a bust of 36 inches, a waist of 24, and hips at 36 inches. She weighed 139 pounds. Her body measurements were delivered to his brain with a single sweep. She was pretty, sexy, and glamorous, perfect to feel that sparking sensation.

nShe was apparently a visitor from Australia, but whether she lived there or was born in the United States was none of his concern.

nShe was a woman who followed him out of interest in his handsome features and blond hair. The vague kiss marks on her neck were a trace he had left behind. She might have been lured by all the brands he wore on his body. Either was fine. The fact that she was there was more important.

nThere were grips attached to either end of the piano wire.

nWhen he turned around with the wire in hand, the woman sat up. Survival instincts exceeded her fear.

n“Mm, mmph!”

n“Haha!”

nA burst of moan-like laughter leaked out of the man’s mouth. It was his first humane reaction since he had entered the underground basement.

nHis adrenaline increased when the sacrifice attempted to protect itself in such a weak manner.

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nUnfortunately, the woman was unable to take more than two steps. The blond man grabbed her hair roughly as though she was bouncing out of place. The woman was dragged into the man’s body helplessly.

nThe wire whisked around as though it was alive and wrapped itself around the woman’s thin neck. When the scary wire caught on her neck, the woman began to cry, flooding her face with tears and snot.

nWhen the woman resisted, the wire dug into her neck, and blood ran down. When the man applied more strength, the wire slowly started to slice her neck.

nThe woman thrashed around but was unable to overcome the man’s power. She was like a young crab being crushed under a polar bear’s front paw.

nWhen the woman moved, the wire’s slight vibrations gave a rhythm that dug into his sexual senses. The blond man trembled at the height of his excitement. Giving in, his underwear was soon soaked.

nSoon, the woman trembled once more before ceasing to move. The blond man slowly sawed away with the wire. Blood began to spew out of the sliced vein on her neck.

nA white body that had collapsed in a puddle of blood was the realistic art he loved madly. He didn’t insist on white people, but white skin contrasted better with the red blood, rather than yellow or black skin.

nThe man breathed in deeply. The thick smell of blood pushed out any scrap of a thought in his head. His heavy head grew lighter. The man admired his artwork for more than ten minutes. He felt as though he could suppress his murderous desires for the time being.

nThe man pushed the woman into the 40-gallon fish tank used for breeding. He opened the panel attached to the wall and pushed the button. Formalin, a chemical, was expelled into the tank out of a four-inch golden pipe.

nWhen the tank was filled with formalin, he pushed the button and stopped the machine. He then sealed the tank with a resin cover, lifted it up, and placed it upright next to the wall.

nIt was an amazing show of strength.

nWhen the liquid was added to a 40-gallon resin tank, it weighed 350 pounds in total. This wasn’t a weight a human could carry.

nThere were another 30 resin tanks lining the wall in this exact state. With this, there was another one to his basement collection.

nOcelot was his identity, the man who was being chased by Interpol and the United States, alongside 20 other countries, as a legendary killer. He had forgotten his real name, since he had used so many others. All he had left was the code name Interpol had given him.

nAn ocelot was a feline animal that had golden stripes and lived in southern regions of America. The Amazon rainforest was its usual habitat, and it was said that some lived in the southern U.S. and Mexico.

nIt was beautiful to see, but it was a fearsome predator who ate monkeys and deer. It was an Amazon assassin, possessing a feline’s trademark fierceness and secrecy.

nThe reason for his Ocelot codename was because, unlike his noble features, he possessed a cruel personality of killing and had golden hair.

nThose whom he sacrificed were always found in a pool of blood. Ocelot was a unique assassin who didn’t use guns very often despite being a first-rate sniper. The lingering smell of blood and iron was his only motivation for living.

nAfter finishing his work, he pulled out a memo from his front pocket. His long white fingers opened the memo with care. The memo, thrice folded, was no larger than a suit button. Its contents were as simple as its size.

nLegion Etranger 11 – Currently at Chad Borkou province. Pays (approx.) 60 thousand dollars

nHe hadn’t received a request for a long time. He wouldn’t move if the price was below 50 thousand dollars, so he never managed to have more than two deals per year. That was why he had to relieve his killing desire in this way.

nThe reward of 60 thousand dollars wasn’t satisfying, yet he had never killed a mercenary. The new experience prompted his mind.

nOcelot took out his lighter and burned the memo. When Ocelot pressed the panel, the ladder appeared from the ground. All that remained in the empty basement was the smell of burning paper and blood.

nMiguel, Mouris, and Chartres were laid in a row, and the captain approached to grasp their hands tightly, as though he was shaking them.

n“I’m sorry. I’ll return alive with the team members you sacrificed your lives for. I will shatter the jaws of those who shoved us into this dirty chaos.” The captain remained calm.

nAnger wouldn’t help the current situation. He had already lost four major skilled fighters, his subordinates, without a single gain. Even if he killed a thousand FROLINAT members in retaliation, they were meaningless numbers.

nMouris and Miguel had died due to his decision. He had chosen the lower ground in consideration of Chartres, but even Chartres had died in the midst of their battle due to a lack of care. Thirty percent of their power was gone due to his wrong decision.

nHe shook his head and threw the despair away.

nIf the captain lost his calm, everyone would become unstable. They had to return in order to crush those who had deceived and abandoned the team.

n“Ugh, ah!”

nThe captain looked at Black Mamba, who was choking back his tears.

n“Seems like a nightmare of a battlefield. Azrael has moments when he whines like a woman.”

n“Ha, a picture of a crying leopard of Algeria is something that can be plastered across the front pages of the world news.” Black Mamba returned the captain’s harmless mocking.

nAlgeria’s leopard was Sergeant Paul’s nickname.

n“Thanks, Black Mamba.”

nA smile appeared on the captain’s dry face.

nAlgeria’s leopard was his forgotten nickname. The nightmare of battlefields, Black Mamba, and Algeria’s leopard could return as long as they were alive.

nBurimer reported the current situation. “Thirty-six people at the rear, 221 people in front, a total of 257 people were killed. There were none injured.”

n“Mm, that should be right.” The captain nodded.

nThere was no way someone could have been injured. His subordinates had shot them all. It wasn’t something to be blamed for, either. There was nothing funnier than debating the humane side of people on a dirty battlefield. Relieving their pain by killing them was a better form of benevolence.

n“Okay. Seems like the number is about the size of two companies. How many did they put in anyways? Gather all of their weapons and take a break.”

nThe captain sent Burimer away and took out his notebook to organize the situation.

nThe detailed before and after reports had been written up by Burimer. They were simple memos.

n1. 1982

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n1st Battle: Uldi Hamarl

nKilled: 43

nGathered equipment list: …

n2. Same day, 2nd Battle: Uldi Hamarl

nDead: Sergeant Mark

nKilled: 185 – enemy leader commander Musta

nGathered equipment list: …

n3. 1982

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nBattle: Guradi Ridge

nInjured: Private Chartres

nKilled: 57

nGathered equipment list: …

n4. 1982

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/10 Mission: Day 5

nBattle: Toko Toom supply line

nKilled: 134

nGathered equipment list: …

n5. 1982

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/11 Mission: Day 6

nBattle: Koro Munga 3rd Command Post

nBlack Mamba solo mission

nKilled: 107 – FAP 3rd command post wiped out.

nGathered equipment list: …

n6. 1982

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/19 Mission: Day 14

nBattle: Er Ekdim Valley

nBlack Mamba solo mission

nKilled 120 (FAP special forces)

n4 STRELA2 missile team cleared.

nGathered equipment list: …

n7. 1982

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nBattle: Djourab Erg

nDead: 3 – Private Chartres, Sergeant Miguel, Sergeant Mouris

nKilled: 257

nGathered equipment list: …

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