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Black Mamba showed a cold smile. Because he often dealt with non-human things, he got a kick out of it. Duung! The resonant waves enveloped and tightened the mist. Flap, flap! The red mist glowed like a wasp trapped in a plastic bag. The resonant wave net swayed like it was about to burst.

"It will be exciting."

He pushed his hand into the mist. Paat! A wild and ferocious wave swept through the red mist. Resonant waves decomposed tissues in atomic units. Cells that had been decomposed into hydrogen, oxygen, and carbon were reunited as water and carbon dioxide. Water dripped on the floor and the red mist turned gray.

"Ahhh!"

Amid the mist, a howl like a sobbing ghost's cry came out. Chifon, who had the atomization ability, was squirming on the floor like a mug-bean pancake. Chifon, who met his worst opponent, was knocked out without getting a chance to save his organs.

Tap, tap! Again, the sound of knocking rang.

"Look at these. I didn't even ask for it, but dogs and cows all came. Is my room a cheating widow's house? I'll fix the behavior."

Crack! Whoo! A horrendous noise rang out. Black Mamba relentlessly pulled out the killer's throat, which had become a blood corpuscle, and threw it together like a piece of tissue paper with a blown nose.

"Come in!"

He cleaned up the dog or cow and summoned a dog or a cow knocking on the door. Click! The masked man stepped in. Black Mamba gently waved his hand.

Chifon's teeth, scattered on the floor, flew like bullets. The masked man whipped both hands like a swordsman. Crackle! The sound of roasting beans rang. Tak, tak! The masked man pushed by a weightlifter hit a wall.

"Heub (breathing)!"

The masked man, who spread his numb palms, was startled. Five human teeth pierced the liquid metal glove. He turned his head. Five white objects were embedded in the wall. If the opponent hadn't put the circumstances in his hand, there would be a hole in his face. He felt his hair stand on end.

"Until then! No one likes uninvited guests. If one put on a black mask at night, it is scary even if it is a woman. If you don't want to increase the number of holes in your face, take it off!"

"How did you know?"

The uninvited guest took off his hood and mask. Shiny blonde hair cascaded down like a waterfall. It was Mantis Matilda; a beauty whose eyes were purified and would remain.

"I didn't call a 'call girl'. I don't even have a hobby of enjoying women who are mansplaining. "

Black Mamba was disappointed. He waited for the mastermind behind the scenes secretly, but only uninvited guests crawled in.

"That's amazing. I like strong, capable men. You are the legend consultant Black Mamba? Hell Lion Abaddon? Dubaiburupa, King of Novatopia?"

Despite the insulting words, Matilda was smiling brightly.

"Crazy bitch!" Black Mamba snorted inside.

A sticky, brain-digging nasal sound and a nasty smile, in a martial arts way, were the case of the joy of salt. If it was the level at the time when he returned to the Sahel, it was such a fatal skill that the lower part of his body was heated.

"Nothing to know. What will a soon-to-be bitch do when she knows?"

Black Mamba was a narrow-minded guy who would return what he received. Duung! Resonant waves in sound waves disturbed the equilibrium organs and shook the brain.

"Aww!"

Matilda suppressed her scream and retreated. She wasn't an opponent that the brainwashing would work. Rather, the force in the opponent's voice shook her heart. She suddenly became conscious. Whatever her opponent's identity, she was a talented person that the Grandmaster should be wary of.

"You're tough."

She slowly rolled her eyes, pulled up the Dark Age, and kept her balance.

"I don't like a stray cat jumping through the window. Of course, I don't like the call girls knocking on doors at night."

"I understand. Is he dead?"

Matilda looked at Chifon who was shoved like a mop in the corner. He was neither dead nor alive. Since he ignored the warning not to act carelessly, he was knocked out. It was not important for her to know whether he was alive or not, but the negotiation opponent who was in a bad mood was a problem.

"I didn't pull out his heart, so he must be alive. I kept him alive because he had an ego that didn't look like a Predator. Did you inject the vampire virus?"

"Ugh!"

Matilda unwittingly took a step back.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Woman, if you want to have a friendly conversation, you need to introduce yourself first."

Matilda sighed at it. She tried to shake him somehow, but her nails wouldn't even go in.

"I'm sorry. This is Matilda, a negotiator from the United States Energy Commission. As I made a living, I had made an unreasonable visit. If I get fired from my job, I won't be able to pay off my credit card installments."

Matilda held out her hand with a pitiful expression as if tears were about to fall.

"Hey, Samantha Matilda, former CIA Sigint Analyst! Do you say the negotiator came here without knowing the other party's identity? Looking at your eyes, you look like you were going to kill me. "

Black Mamba laughed without holding Matilda's hand.

"Look at this!" said Matilda in her mind.

Matilda's heart fell with a thump. If the other person would know you but you didn't know the other person, you would have no choice but to be at a disadvantage in negotiation.

"That's amazing. I want to know you even if I sell my soul."

Matilda licked her red lips. She was an extremely strong-seeking female devil. His lower body was hot.

"That's gonna happen soon. I'll give you a chance to talk by looking at your sincerity that came."

Black Mamba pointed to the parlor sofa.

"Thank you."

Matilda sat on the sofa, provocatively protruding her voluptuous breasts, and slid her legs apart. A black forest shone through the short skirt.

"The old bitch is working hard," said Black Mamba in his mind.

A laugh came out. The woman's somatic cells were old cells that had lost their ability to divide. Although the skin cells had been polished with some kind of technique, they could not deceive his spatial perception and eyesight. Should he say that it was like painting the exterior walls of an old apartment building?

"So you are not a call girl. I mean your boss should be crazy enough to send a woman in her forties as a call girl. "

"Judging by the way you insult women for their age, you lack courtesy."

Matilda was moved to tears, forgetting her duty. He was a guy who had reached the level of a god in terms of not only fighting power but also senses and a ruthless way of speaking.

"Shut up. Did you run into the bedroom with your face covered in the night to argue the courtesy? Before I cut off the bottom of your tongue, come to the point."

Black Mamba's eyes became serious. He was enduring to obtain information, but he was sickened by the awful stench of this rotten soul. The human appearance was only a shell, less than 2 mm in diameter. A woman who ran wild with a vagina as a weapon wouldn't be tasty even if she was an angel, let alone beauty.

Matilda's heart was cold. He was the first man who appeared completely unmoved by her beauty and brainwashing. She tried to shake him with her tongue and her tongue was almost cut off.

"Okay. The United States wants to negotiate. You are storing the U.S.' Oparts that has been stolen, right?"

"Woman, if you distort the facts to beat to the punch, you end up like that guy. Oparts is called Oparts because it has no owner. If you really want to claim ownership, get a memorandum of understanding from Mobutu, then claim Helen. If you talk nonsense one more time, I will cut off your tongue. It's the last warning."

"Is there a guy like this in the world?" asked Matilda in her heart.

Matilda was unspeakable. Her main specialty was a psychic negotiating skill that would get the results she wanted after plucking out the opponent's soul with brainwashing and her stunning beauty. Her main skill didn't work even as much as nails.

"There was a problem with my description. The U.S. is willing to pay you 100 million dollars for the Oparts you own."

"Are you kidding? If you want to negotiate, start with $1 billion. If you change the negotiation boundary as you wish, your boss won't like it," Black Mamba snorted.

"Ugh!"

Matilda had her mouth hit the floor. Not a single word of his contradicted the marshal's instructions. She just lost the initiative while trying to hit a delivery mistake.

"Your guts are amazing. We offer a billion dollars. I would like to open your account and deposit money in the Cayman Islands or Switzerland in less than an hour. I would like to issue an additional U.S. citizenship and invite you to serve as the Pentagon's lifetime military advisor for $5 million a year."

Matilda threw a relentless bet and looked at Black Mamba with deep eyes. Billion dollars! He shouldn't have been an idiot, so he didn't miss his chance to become a billionaire instantly.

"I don't like it. I'd rather call the KGB. "

"No, wait. Three billion dollars!"

Matilda, startled, called out to the max.

"No!"

Black Mamba put his arms around himself.

"Then how much do you want?"

"Alaska! If you are in trouble with military facilities, Hawaii and $30 billion in cash! Deal?"

"Ho-ho-ho. Your jokes are a bit extreme. If you tried to make me laugh, you succeeded."

Matilda covered her mouth with her hands and laughed.

"I have no intention of joking. The U.S. bought Alaska for $7.2 million. The Oparts are worth at least $10 trillion."

"So, you are not kidding."

Matilda's eyes narrowed.

"Of course not. The director of the Socrates Project must have estimated the value of the Room-Temperature Superconductor to be over 100 trillion."

Black Mamba laughed.

"Is there such a doggish thing!" Matilda said to herself.

Matilda was speechless. The opponent had a clear insight into the true nature and value of the Oparts. In this way, the negotiation would be difficult.

"I think you will only be tired if you have the valuable Oparts. For $ 3 billion, you can buy a whole Caribbean Island and live like an emperor."

Matilda's dark eyes twinkled. She never thought there was such a stupid guy in the world. It was wrong to put the blue line in the career column.

"You are not my concern. If a pretty face and a good-looking body are separated, it won't be pretty at all, right?"

A cold wind blew through Matilda's chest. She wouldn't have been surprised if he had said straightforwardly that he was cutting her throat.

"What's the reason for refusing to negotiate?"

"There's a reason."

Black Mamba pointed to Chifon with his chin.

"His role must be to steal the Oparts. I mean it must be the insurance against you bitch's failure. You are the puppets of powerful and wealthy gangsters. A puppet buys with money if the opponent is tough and solves it with its fists if the opponent does not have the strength. If you want to swing your fist, do what you like. I'm pretty good at punching."

Black Mamba laughed.

"Wrong!"

Matilda threw down the gauntlet strongly. Black Mamba had no intention of negotiating from the beginning. The feeling of despondency turned into anger. The beast factor engraved in the gene exploded. Shh! The golden wave rose. Cwoak! The long hair swept over Black Mamba without notice.

"I knew you would do this!"

Whoosh! Black Mamba disappeared, leaving behind an afterimage. 150,000 swords and spears cut and pierced the afterimage. The bed on which he was sitting turned to powder.

"Ahhh!"

A scream broke out. Shuang! A golden wave covered the room. All in all, anything the hair had brushed on, was cut off and punctured like a honeycomb. Whizz! Kukri hit the film without leaking.

Clomp, clomp! The hair curled up in the paint film was shredded like grains. Whewing! The crushed hair broke through the film and rushed like a swarm of midge ures.

"Huh!"

Startled Black Mamba sprayed a resonant wave and pushed out a heavy rain of hair. Swoosh! Some rushed to the main body and connected, while others circled the air and aimed for a gap.

"What a request!"

Sparkle! A jade flash split the golden light. Cwoak! The golden wave disappeared without a trace with the sound of the silk cracking. The pungent smell of burning protein spread. Burning, gray hair covered the room floor.

Matilda's behavior was miserable. The luscious blonde hair had disappeared and the skin of the head had been ripened bare as if it had been burned. Vajra destroyed the Dark Age that Lamartine infused in an instant.

"Uh, how the Dark Age!"

Matilda's eyes fluttered open and she stared intently at the jade-colored rays, wriggling as if alive. The Dark Age was great. The moment she received the grace of the Grandmaster, she was placed in the same rank as Marshal Davis. What was that thing so that the hair with the fundamental force of the universe would lose its strength?

"Malicious thing!"

Pat! The handcuffs grabbed her slender neck. Black Mamba, trying to push the resonant wave, flinched. The skin, which was smooth as white, lost its shine and flabbergasted. The sparsely remaining blonde hair also turned grayish-white. The muscles of the neck that resisted the grip force were stretched. Matilda skipped decades of time in one moment.

"Tsk-tsk!"

He clicked his tongue and threw the woman on the sofa. It was understandable. When the paint peeled off, the original background would be inevitably exposed. This was why the Teacher was so wary of the Unorthodox School of Martial Arts.

Even if it rotted, it was fine. Matilda twisted herself and landed on the couch as lightly as a cat. She didn't notice her physical changes.

"If the negotiation is over, I'll try to negotiate, too."

Black Mamba held out his hand.

"What for?"

Matilda looked up with wrinkled eyes.

"First, make compensation for the damaged items. If you don't have money, your body will also be accepted. One hundred dollars for one limb and two hundred dollars for eyeballs!"

"Scary bastard!"

Matilda sighed and woke up. The body from which the Dark Age had left was as heavy as cotton soaked in water. Lamartine made a mistake and Marshal Davis made a mistake. He was not simply a strong psychic but an absolute equal to the Grandmaster.

She ground her teeth. If one had a gas station, one wouldn't have to worry about fueling his own vehicle. She could restore her power by receiving the Grandmaster's Dark Age injection. If one wanted to get out of the crocodile's jaw, one would have no choice but to match its rhythm.