746 Chapter 66 Episode 14 I Thought This Would Happen
Black Mamba’s view of Haast was a space refugee. He didn’t know if Haast was a space villain or a great being. Rather than Haast’s living as a beggar, the act of breaking his heart set fire to his anger.

“The trash left behind by an ugly human!”

Haast wanted perfect annihilation. He was proud of himself and did not want that biometric information to be left in the trash. Whizz! The motor went back. Swoosh! The minigun opened fire.

Heavy rain of steel swept through the geometrically lined incubator. Shatter! Colorful culture fluids and spheric bodily fluids poured like waterfalls. A fresh-class sniper was different even when holding a minigun. Despite the incessant fire, he did not miss a single Predator jumping out of the incubator.

Swooosh! Whoo! Swooosh! Heavy gunfire and shouts intertwined. Trrr! The barrel of the minigun, which consumed 5,000 rounds of bullets, was pointless. 250 incubators were smashed, and the bullet-covered Predator became fish meat.

Grrr! Creak! Fifteen Grendels, immersed in the blue liquid, drooled and rushed at him. The adult Grendel, who had left the EEG-interference synchronization transmitter attached, was still intact even after being covered with hundreds of bullets.

“They don’t even die.”

He grabbed the Rakshasa handle. Grendel, who was inundated, stopped, changed direction, and ran to the dead body. Squeak! The eerie fracture sound of bone mashing rang out.

“Oh, you’re such a sensible ghost!”

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The more aggressive and ferocious the beast was, the stronger it would recognize. Grendel, who had not gone through the taming process, instinctively knew that Black Mamba was a dangerous creature and avoided the collision.

Bzzt! The shield door went up. The chamber brightened.

“Ah, what is this!”

“Ugh!”

Davis and Ian’s faces became rotten. The smashed tank, the dirty culture solution on the bottom, and the larvae that had invested tens of billions of dollars were all over.

“What about the aging chamber?”

Ian was flustered.

“No!”

Davis groaned as he discovered the hollow hole. Shriek! The monster answered the scream. A monster resembling a velociraptor came out of the hole. Gorilla, orangutan, and sabretooth Grendel jumped out of the hole one after another.

Bang! Thump, thump! Grendel, who had exploded in ferocity, was left with only gluttonous instincts. He didn’t recognize the owner and he exposed his teeth.

“I am going to be crazy!”

“Argh!”

Davis’s face was rotten and the guides’ faces turned white. He couldn’t even afford to fire his taser gun and small-caliber firearms in his hand.

“Lower pressure!”

Ian stretched out both arms. Thud! Like a flamethrower, the flames poured out. Flurr! Blue-white flames veiled the curtains. Squeak! Shriek! Grendel, who could not overcome the inertia and jump into the veil of fire, struggled. The shell stuck and the smoke rapidly came out.

Swoosh! Davis disappeared, leaving behind a reverie. The ultra-vibrating blade gave out a bright light. Grendel’s limbs, harder than steel, had been cut like a cane. The limbs and heads that had fallen out of the water were slowly joined together.

“What are you doing?! Synchronize your brain waves.”

Ian was dumbfounded.

“It’s before the taming stage.”

“Damn it! Cut off the life support.”

Ian ground his teeth. The cost of one adult Grendel was one hundred million dollars. Tears of blood came out, but he was about to be eaten by the dog he had raised right now. For revenge, one had to live first.

“Yes, Sir!”

The guides entered the controller and pressed the red button. A current of 2,000A struck the chip implanted deep in the brain. Boom! Boom! Boom! Grendel’s head exploded in a row. The procrastinating biological tissue was stretched.

“Black Mamba, I will surely kill you! ”

Davis glanced up and jumped into the incubator chamber.

“Ahh!”

Davis glared in his eyes as if they were torn apart. The worst thing he had ever imagined happened. The smashed incubator and accessory equipment, the knee-defying culture liquid, shredded immatures and juveniles, the incubation facility, and the maturing Predators were all discarded. Most of the released Predators had been scrapped. The 50-year-old tower had become a mirage.

“Big Mama, what about Big Mama?”

Ian rolled his eyeballs frantically. The Big Mama incubator disappeared without a trace.

“Black Mambaaa!” Davis screamed.

“Why are you calling me like a drowning man? I must be more popular than I thought.”

A muffled voice echoed through the hall. Davis and Ian turned their heads. A human being hung upside down like a bat caught their eyes. It was Bona Mana Black Mamba.

“You, you…” Davis stammered.

His whole world came crashing down with anger and a sense of loss.

“If you make other people shed tears of blood, you should be prepared to shed tears of blood yourself.”

Swoosh! The heavy minigun made an appearance.

“Ugh!”

Whoosh! Scared Davis and Ian flew away. Swooosh! The minigun opened fire.

“Argh!”

“Ack!”

A death rattle rang. The minigun would fire 100 rounds per second. Thirty guides lined up behind Davis were swept away at once.

Guide values were with the Predators. Davis and Ian didn’t even give a glance at the rags-turned guides. There was no eye-catching gap.

Swooosh! Swoosh! The minigun followed Davis and Ian like a shadow. Davis and Ian couldn’t fight back and ran like beans.

Boom, boom! The expensive equipment blew up and smashed. Trrr! The barrel, which had consumed all 5,000 rounds, was idle. The master played poker and didn’t pick it up. The two managed to dodge the gunfire that followed them like lightning.

“Heh, heh, they ran well. Did they transplant the grasshopper gene?”

Whoosh! The minigun’s barrel flew like a bullet. Swish, swish! Davis swung the ultra-vibrating blade. The scattered pieces of metal fell rumbling.

“Black Mamba!”

Davis clenched his teeth and exhaled. Davis stared at him with a haggard look as if he was about to eat him.

“Bastard, stop calling me! I know the fact that I’m Black Mamba. You have the skill. Are you Marshal Davis?”

“Yes. Why the hell did you do this? What kind of enemy did you lose to so you refuse to negotiate and torment me like crazy?” Davis yelled out.

The loss caused by one Black Mamba handed over one trillion fires. The power source for moving agents was money. He couldn’t understand the guy who refused the astronomical negotiation and ran wild. If the dead woman was his lover, what did everything he had done mean?

“The farting man said he is angry!” said Black Mamba in his mind.

Black Mamba forgot what to say for a moment. It was said that the person who hit, wouldn’t know the pain of the person who was hit, but even this much was an art. One had to mix words to ask only filth.

“Reason? There is nothing. The moment a human casts off his bondage, he becomes an animal. Tigers would eat deer and snakes would eat mice. Is a reason needed? In the world of beasts, there are only the weak and the strong, there is no reason.”

The hair that covered his shoulders soared into the sky and a fierce roar echoed through the 300m underground space. The squalid solution filled the chamber floor.

“Great enemy!” Davis groaned.

His heart, as hard as steel, was shaking. The red eyes turned to Ian.

“Are you the head of the Socrates project, too? Are you a freemason?”

A stylized way of living directly hit Ian.

“Ugh!”

Frightened Ian cast the veil of fire. Flurr! Ultra-high-heat flames sizzled the air.

“Die!”

Ian whipped his hands. Swoosh! Helios’ chariot covered the Black Mamba. Ppok! A small noise rang out. Swish! The firestorm disappeared like a lie.

“What is this?”

Ian stared at Black Mamba blankly. The only problem with earth wind was the distance that could compress the will to one point, and there were no restrictions on time and space. As long as one didn’t scatter his will with his will, one could not defend himself as the Force activated the moment his mind was engaged.

“Senior!”

Davis cried.

“Marshal, run away. That guy is Asura! Legendary Asura…”

Ian couldn’t make an end of it and shook his head slightly. A human being with a hole that had the size of a one-cent coin (diameter 19.05 mm) in his head could not survive.

“You guys’ worth is a cent. The one dollar (26.5mm diameter) hole was not worth it, so I drilled a one-cent hole.”

“Cruel bastard!”

Davis ground his teeth.

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“As a subject use humans as a means and to create creatures, can you say cruel? What are your disgusting limits? I don’t want to talk to you. Die now.”

Vzzt! Vajra rose from the palm.

“Black Mamba, who the hell are you? How can a being like you suddenly appear?” Davis yelled out.

He wanted to know his identity even if he was going to die. No, the method of killing Ian was too scary.

“If you tell me Lamartine’s identity, I’ll tell you who I am.”

“Ack, so you know our master. Do you think I’ll respond?”

“Then you have to die.”

Swish! Flashes split space. Purr! Davis spurned the floor. Black smoke billowed out. Du-dung! Black smoke smoldered Vajra. Swish! The flash of the track split the steel wall.

“That’s great!”

The reaction force of the black smoke was considerable. He was the same kind of human as Matilda.

“Black Mamba, this device is a device that supplies high concentrations of cesium radiation to the incubator. I have a detonator in my hand. The ground exit was blocked.”

Voices rang from the back of a large tank.

“Huh! He’s not even a worm. It was said that patriotism was the share of a spoonful of cold and hungry soil… How come in the US or Korea, people who sat in high places are mean and only know how to look after themselves?”

Flutter! A bright flash of light filled the chamber. The cesium tank was decomposed into atomic units.

“Th-this? Frustrated!”

Paaah! Davis burst like a firecracker. During the Dark Ages, they maintained temporary somatic cell binding, but that was all. The meanness of dragging time by threatening with radioactivity hastened his life. If it had been a head-to-head confrontation, he would have endured even a few hits.

Beep, beep, beep!

“Sector 7, Sector 8, Sector 5 radiation alert! Withdraw. 1,200 rads, alert! 1,300 rads, alert!”

Beep, beep, beep!

“Sectors1, reactor over-temperature alarm! Stop the cooling pump! Core temperature rise! Blackout detection. Evacuate! Evacuate!”

Thump! Power was lost at once. The sirens and speakers became silent. A cry was heard outside the chamber.

“Bastard! If you’re going to die from radiation or something, you are dead in the early evening. There is no need to make a grave.”

Thump! Black Mamba disappeared from the chamber just as it went off. Boom! The indicators burst and the flashes of light flashed. A messed-up land puppy popped out of the opening.

“Chicken!”

There was no response.

“Eh? Did he go somewhere?”

“Chicken!”

There was still no response.

“Did this guy go to Jupiter for a night’s meal?”

Garuda’s food (energy source) was tritium and sulfur compounds. Jupiter’s first moon, Io, was rich in sulfur compounds and tritium. It was because of Europa, Ganymede, and Callisto and the push-pull tidal heating phenomenon.

Sulfur compounds would boil on the surface of Io, where volcanic activity was so strong that the eruption soared 500 km above the surface, and molten iron and nickel reacted with Jupiter’s magnetic field to form a plasma. It was hell from a human point of view, but there was no feast for Garuda, which absorbed elements from the atmosphere to synthesize tritium.

“It is said when one was eating, even dog doesn’t touch but… Tup!”

His mind was busy. The chores were over, and it was impossible to predict how big the reactor’s explosion radius would be, so it had to bounce right away.

He opened the operation map. There was Yucca airstrip at 48 km south and Pahute mesa airstrip at 50 km southwest. Both were military airfields belonging to the Department of Energy. Civilian aircraft were in Las Vegas, hundreds of kilometers away, and they were unwilling.

“I need to go to Yucca.”

Pahute mesa was just a runway, but Yucca had navigation facilities. Yucca had an advantage when it came to getting a taxi.

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“Damn you bastards, you bastards to stick with your mother!”

DC-10 pilot Peter Meyer, converted into a freighter, spit a vulgar swear word. He returned half a wheel of earth from Kisangani Airport and was refused to land. After receiving a call saying that he could not land at Groom Lake, he landed in Las Vegas and then went back to Yucca airstrip.

He flew 16 hours straight without a co-pilot. He felt like his back was going to fall off, but no pilot felt comfortable being turned around like a dog training. They brought fruits for their mouths, but they treated them poorly as if they had brought anthrax.

The runway taxi lights came on. He rubbed his and prepared to put his feet on the ground. He had to unload tropical fruits and wood and return to Mambasa the next morning with some gunbari items that he didn’t even know what they contained. It was terrible exploitation of labor that could not be tolerated except for the high wages paid by Continental.

Yucca airstrip was a military airfield without control tower radio guidance. He had to land with PAPI (Precision Approach Path Indicator) and sense. He had to be nervous enough to tickle his bladder, but he had to take some risks as his weekly pay was high.