Maung Moe Thu - Truthful Love

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A military helicopter flew through a blood-red sky. The thin air at high altitude made the helicopter vibrate as it passed through a thick cloud cover that was set against the setting sun. The thick clouds resembled smoke blown out of the helicopter.

Martin Lindros looked out into the world from the helicopter that carried him. The helicopter was flying over the highest part of the African mountain range. Since the old man in charge of the department had given him the position of assistant director and asked him to sit in the office four years ago, Martin Lindros had not been in the field. During those four years of sitting in the office and taking responsibility, Martin Lindros had been constantly training himself to be as agile and agile as a field agent, to lose the instincts of an animal. In the training room like their headquarters, he had been constantly practicing overcoming difficulties three mornings a week. Every Thursday evening, he would stop his office duties of reading and studying the news and go to the shooting range and practice various handguns for an hour and a half. In training, he regularly practiced with firearms used in the past, firearms used today, and new firearms. By practicing his skills in this way, he was proving himself to be a good agent and spy. In other words, he was trying to console himself by getting rid of the situation of sitting at the table.

But now everything has changed. The old man has given his approval for the storm operation he has proposed. In the narrow interior of the Chinook, the specially trained Scorpion team leader Inder signals that they have arrived at the designated location. Their Scorpion team consists of five members. Inder is the team leader. Martin Lindros nodded his head in recognition and looked down. Even through the clouds, the north side of Ridgejin Peak can be seen. It is the highest peak in the Demeijin Mountains. It is 4,500 meters high. It seems that this is why the locals believe that this peak is the home of spirits and an ancient evil area. As the helicopter descends, the air below is suddenly filled with a rush. It is time. Lindros nods and goes to the pilot.

Assistant Director Martin Lindros is a man in his late 30s, almost 40. He was recruited by the CIA after earning a doctorate in foreign affairs from Georgetown University. He served as a field agent and was promoted to the position of assistant director four years ago.

Lindros signaled to the pilot. He himself considered the task of signaling the situation safe, and he had to watch it until the very end, determined to do so.

Martin Lindros had been in the field for just over three weeks. In those three weeks, two of his men had lost their lives. It was a huge price to pay, and the old man in charge would have called it an 'acceptable loss.' Once an agent or a spy has gone into the field, such a loss must be considered an 'acceptable loss.' But what value should be placed on the life of a person, a person?

This question was often debated by Martin Lindros and Jason Horn. They never came up with a satisfactory answer. Martin Lindros himself, however, quietly grumbled that some of the questions had no satisfactory answers.

However, for soldiers, when they enter the battlefield, for spy agents, the situation is different. In the field, they have to accept what is called "tolerable loss." There is no other choice but to accept it, so he has to accept the death of his comrades and his two agents as "tolerable loss."

The two risked their lives to find out that a terrorist group has a high-level remote control device, and they are in the Horn of Africa. The Triggered Spar Gaps are a very powerful remote control device. They can be used to break through a dense area of ​​​​electricity and detonate it. The latest experimental invention that can be used in scientific and technological matters. This advanced control device can remotely detonate an atomic bomb.

Martin Lindros' journey began in Cape Town. From there, he traveled through Botswana, Zambia, and Uganda, ending in the tiny village of "Imbikawa." The village was a small farming hamlet with only a handful of buildings, a church, and a bar. It was located on the slopes of Mount Rasdijn. In the village, his agent, who was searching for him, found a high-tech remote control and reported it to him. The information was relayed to the old man by a special security contact, who then descended into the field.

But then something happened. It was very strange. It was very scary. A rumor came from a bar where the floor was dirty and stained with blood and teeth. A terrorist group was smuggling advanced security controls and other destructive materials out of Ethiopia. If the rumor was true, not only America but the entire world would be in danger of violent destruction. Because terrorists would have in their hands a weapon that would make the whole world a nightmare.

After about 7 minutes, the helicopter landed in a dusty, dusty sky. The narrow, flat land on the edge of the mountain where they landed was completely deserted and uninhabited. In front of them was an ancient stone wall. Behind it was a place. The locals considered this place a place where evil spirits would gather. Lindros knew that there was a path through the rock wall, leading to the great rock formation of the Rasdijn peak. Lindros and the Scot Peron team's helicopter slowly descended to the ground. The pilot did not get up from his seat. He did not turn off the helicopter's engine. The propellers were still spinning overhead. All the crew members were wearing protective gear and goggles to protect themselves from the sandstorm. Not only did the sand blowing in from outside but also the small stones thrown up by the helicopter's propellers would hit their eyes. Each of them had wireless headsets in their ears, and they also had microphones to communicate with each other. This allowed them to communicate with each other over the sound of the helicopter and the propellers. Each member had an XM8. They are armed with light automatic rifles, which can fire 750 rounds per minute.

Lindros led his men to the face of the spirit rock opposite the stone wall. There was a cave in it. The whole landscape was like hell,

The leader of the group, Inders, deployed his men as usual in the battlefield. The first thing he did was to scout out the enemy's hiding place. Then they took up positions that would ensure the safety of the entire group. He ordered two of his men to go to the side of the rock wall to watch for any danger outside. The two men went to the entrance of the cave. One guarded the entrance, while the other entered to check for any danger inside the cave.

Lindros surveyed the situation of his men. Indradis, the commander, stood by his side, listening to the communications from the deployed troops. The comrades on the side of the stone wall reported that there was nothing beyond the stone wall. He listened to the report of the second unit.

"There's a dead body in the cave, shot in the head, nothing else."

Lindros heard Inder Dix's report. "Now we'll start here." They entered the cave, examining the ashes from Inder Dix's old furnace with gloved hands.

"This stove looks like it's been used for months, maybe even a year."

Lindros nodded in agreement. Then he gave a thumbs up.

"I don't know if we've reached the real place we're looking for."

The thought awakened Lindros's mind. Given the circumstances and events he had encountered, the rumor he had heard might be true. Lindros kept repeating in his mind that the "rumor" he had heard was just a rumor. If they arrived at the place and found nothing, it would be nothing, otherwise the opposite result would be unthinkable, unthinkable.