Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

His phone had already changed to local time. At 9:27 p.m., the Gulfstream G650 slid to the airport in Belgrade. At this moment, it was almost dawn in China.

As the captain calmly announced, after a few slight bumps, the plane landed steadily and began to slow down. Kang De looked at the dark sky and night outside the window and slowly exhaled.

Those who could travel on the Gulfstream G650 were the richest and most top-notch group of people in the world. Even the worst airport would be treated politely. Kang De walked to the cabin door. The luxurious ferry below was already parked. The airport personnel smiled at him amiably and politely.

"Thank you for your outstanding flight and for allowing me to reach my destination quickly and safely."

Kang De bade farewell to the two captains. According to them, after dealing with things like parking and fuel injection, they would rest in Serbia for a day or two. This could be considered a reward from Xie Ligan.

"Goodbye, Mr. Kang. I look forward to serving you next time."

After getting off the plane and taking the ferry, the receptionist at the airport also knew Chinese. "Mr. Kang, I'll lead you through the customs. Serbia and your country have a visa waiver policy. You only need to show your passport."

This was also the reason why Xie Ligan set the location of the transfer to Serbia.

Kang De sent a message to Xiaoman and Xie Ligan each to tell them that he had landed.

The two of them replied almost instantly.

"Go to sleep. It's fine."

That was what he said to Xiaoman.

However, Xie Ligan did not have such treatment. He could repair it as long as he wanted.

Immediately after, Kirov's message came, "Dear brother of the revolution! I heard you've already landed! We'll wait for you here!"

Then, he sent a photo. In the brightly lit hall, a few burly Caucasians looked at the camera and revealed enthusiastic smiles together. Coupled with their black suits, black sunglasses, and short hair, there was a KGB aura that said, "We're about to punish you."

Kang De shook his head and smiled.

"Mr. Kang, do you have an appointment?"

The person at the airport was a typical Serbian woman. Due to the fact that she had once been ruled by Ottoman Turkey for a long time, the Serbs had mixed with Turkish blood. Her hair was black, and her eyes were mainly black and brown. In the eyes of the Chinese, she was a little familiar and exotic.

Because she was good-looking, her smile looked even more sincere. She pursed her lips and said, "Nikola Tesla Airport is willing to serve an outstanding guest like you. We have a cooperative relationship with most of the services in Belgrade and provide guides, restaurant reservations, hotel occupancy, and so on…"

Yes, the airport in Belgrade had been renamed Nikola Tesla Airport in 2006. That's right, the one with the big move "Human Mythology—Lightning Descent"… Pfft, actually not. In any case, the reason why it had been renamed was that Nikola Tesla was born in Serbia. It was purely a memento.

Kang De rejected, "Thank you, I have an appointment."

The receptionist's smile was still appropriate. She took out a business card from her pocket. The design was exquisite and there was a faint perfume fragrance. She handed it to Kang De with both hands. "My number and the number of the airport concierge. If you have any problems in Belgrade or even the entire Serbia, you can call us."

Kang De accepted it politely. "Thank you."

Perhaps seeing that Kang De was unwilling to speak, the receptionist did not chat anymore.

Just like in China, the plane stopped near the private terminal and passed through the VIP Express Customs Passage. Due to the visa waiver, they only needed to show their passports to pass. Money could make the world go round. This was a law that had never changed. Even if Kang De had a large amount of gold, cash, jewelry, and luxury watches in his bag, the security personnel ignored them.

No one would think that he was here to smuggle, steal, or do bad things. How could a person traveling on a private plane do such a thing? The profit was not enough to cover the cost of flying once.

Along the way, he could see a few black-suited Russians at the entrance of the cold private terminal from afar.

Kirov opened his arms and walked towards him with his warmest smile. "Dear brother, welcome to Serbia! Do you see the low, old buildings and scattered lights here? Do you feel gratified and happy to see the miserable and sad outcome of the betrayer as a citizen of a socialist country that carries the last hope of equal freedom for humans?"

—Brother, although I don't want to say this, wake up. Your Soviet Union is gone.

The awkward but polite subtle smile on Kang De's face was interpreted by Kirov as "not used to hugs", so he unobtrusively retracted the enthusiastic hug shake and shook hands.

He did not even dare to use strength.

This was because after really seeing the other party face to face, the arms dealer who sold weapons and dealt with danger every day smelled an extremely familiar smell, causing him to subconsciously feel reserved.

"Mr. Kang De, is this the guest you arranged to meet?"

"Yes."

Kirov whistled at the tall Serbian bespectacled woman in an office outfit. By the way, the average height of Serbian women was 167 centimeters.

The receptionist smiled and said, "Sir, please show me your valid document. Mr. Kang De is an honored guest of the Nikola Tesla Airport. We maintain excellent cooperation with many high-quality clients of banks, companies, and foundations around the world and are responsible for the personal safety of every guest…"

"Yes, yes, as you wish."

Kirov took out his passport and handed it to the other party. The young lady checked it meticulously and took photos with her phone. The arms dealer took the opportunity to bump Kang De with his shoulder. "It seems that you've conquered this Serbian beauty's heart in a short period of time… Do you want her to spend a romantic night with you? If you're shy, I can help you invite this good girl to your bed."

The Serbian girl who was checking her passport changed her expression slightly.

Kang De said indifferently, "You have to respect women."

"Okay, okay, it's just a joke." Kirov saw the opportunity extremely quickly. He raised his hands high and smiled at the receptionist. "I'm sorry, good girl. My mother also taught me to respect women."

He handed over his card. "If there's any difficult problem, you can call this number. I'm an expert at dealing with problems. Any problems."

"…Have a good trip, Mr. Kang De. If there's any problem, you can contact us."

After confirming it, the young lady who was clearly frightened did not dare to stay any longer and hurriedly bade farewell.

After all, everyone knew the security of European countries. Guns, skin color, nationality, and money could make you lawless.

Kirov patted Kang De's shoulder intimately. "Let's go."

One of the Russians' lackeys walked forward and stretched out his hand. "Sir."

Kang De handed the bag to the other party and Kirov introduced it warmly, "My Guardian, my good brother, Dimitri from the signal flag. You can't find a better professional than him."

The Signal Flag Special Forces, like Alpha, were the two relatively famous anti-terrorist forces in Russia. Of course, Kang De had heard the names of these two forces. However, what was more awkward was that the recent news he had heard of these two names was that the anti-terrorist elite from these two forces had planned a robbery of a Chinese businessman doing business in Russia… Moreover, from the operation, it was obvious that he had been a repeat offender more than once.

It was instantly low to the mantle.

He handed the bag to the other party. For the sake of the Call of Duty series, Kang De shook Dimitri's hand. In the next moment, the pupils of the Russian who had retired from the Signal Flag Special Forces suddenly constricted.

Kirov's expression was as usual as he smiled enthusiastically, "Let's go, brother. We're going to a nearby military airport. The humanitarian supplies have been loaded and we're going through the final process."

After getting into Kirov's extended bulletproof car, Dimitri drove. The Russian and Kang De sat in the back. The other two lackeys followed in the other car. As soon as the enthusiastic Russian got into the car, he opened the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of vodka. "Do you want some wine?"

Kang De shook his head and said, "Gun."

"Oh man, seriously, you're really a terrifying figure. I feel like I'm a piece of pork hanging in a butcher's shop in front of you."

Kirov turned around and leaned forward to take something. "Gun, gun, gun, I got them, you need them… I'm sorry, brother, but this phrase is really to my liking."

He exerted strength with both hands and took out a suitcase. "About your needs, comrade, I think this can meet your perfect requirements. Pursue extreme power, ignore the problem of weight, and attach a little importance to portability. Please allow me to solemnly recommend this genius work to you. It's a GM6 Lynx anti-materiel sniper rifle produced by the Geppard Company in Hungary…"

"It's 11.5 kilograms. Considering its shooting power and range, it's already extremely lightweight. The barrel is long and the back seat is recoil. It can shoot continuously and empty five shots in three seconds."

"We'll use 14.5mm ammunition and provide a replaceable barrel and magazine, allowing it to be compatible with 12.7mm ammunition. The outstanding recoil structure makes it the only large-caliber anti-materiel rifle that can shoot from a standing position or even a marching position!"

"Of course, the most genius design is portability!"

He forcefully picked up the assembled sniper rifle, "As you can see, it can be switched to carry mode. The barrel can be retracted into the receiver. The length in the carry mode is only 925mm, and it's even lower than some standard assault rifles. This is a f*cking anti-materiel sniper rifle, men!"

Kang De took it and weighed it in his hand. He nodded. "Not bad."

Then, he said to Kirov, "Is there a shooting range nearby? Teach me to use it."

Hearing this, Dimitri, who was driving in front, glanced at Kang De in the rearview mirror.

Kirov smiled. "Our destination is… a semi-open super awesome shooting range."

The night view of Belgrade was not bad. According to Kirov, there were seven million people in Serbia, two million of them in the capital. Their nightlife was rich in all kinds of ways.

"Unfortunately, you're in a hurry, brother. Otherwise, I'll bring you to enjoy the night charm here."

Kirov blinked and smiled a smile that all men understood. "Now let's get some other guns."

About an hour later, two cars drove into the Batajnica Air Base with a triple guard post. Kirov's car drove straight in here. In the dim light, the Russian pointed at the steel wings hidden in the distance in the twilight. "An-12, your personal property is in its stomach."

Kang De glanced at the time. "I'll be familiar with the firearms in 20 minutes and take off in 40 minutes."

"No problem. The pilot and the procedures are all in place," Kirov said. "Dimitri."

The bodyguard turned the steering wheel and drove the other way until he reached a semi-open warehouse-like building. A Serbian officer was already waiting.

They got out of the car and Kirov walked toward the officer. As they chatted, he stuffed the thing in his hand into the other party's pocket. With the Serbian officer's bright and enthusiastic smile, it must be good stuff.

Apart from the gun box in Kang De's hand, the other lackeys also carried a few boxes.

"Please come in, gentlemen."

Under the enthusiastic hospitality of the officer, they entered this semi-open shooting range. The lights inside were bright, like day, and there was a lingering smell of gunpowder.

"Money is everything. This is different from your country. Here, what money can buy is beyond imagination, because soldiers need money. He needs it, and so does Dimitri. Otherwise, why retire from the honor-filled signal flag and become the bodyguard of an arms dealer?"

The officer distributed noise-canceling earpieces. The powerful and elite former signal flag officer, Dimitri, demonstrated to Kang De the loading, dismantling, shooting, and many other essentials of the Lynx rifle. Then the Russian looked at his boss as if asking if he wanted to perform a live-fire demonstration.

Kang De glanced at the time, then reached out and gently took the anti-materiel rifle from Dimitri's hand. He aimed it at the target and fired.

He used one hand.

Kirov was shocked and shouted, "Brother, the posture is not…"

His voice was quickly drowned by the intense explosion. A 14.5x114mm sniper rifle bullet cost dozens of dollars. This meant the violent charge and incomparable shooting power, as well as the huge sound and flames that could scare the tiger, lion, elephant, rhinoceros, hippopotamus, and even the tyrannosaur into a fool.

The thick smoke dissipated, and the Russians opened their mouths.

This was because they clearly saw this ferocious Chinese man holding a 14.5mm anti-materiel rifle with one hand and emptying the magazine of five bullets in one go. Under the weight of more than ten kilograms and the recoil when he fired, the muzzle did not even shake by a millimeter.

Kirov muttered, "F*ck… is Chinese kung fu actually real?"

"That's right."

Kang De nodded, then took off the poor bipod used to lie down and shoot to support the ground and threw it away.

A fierce man did not need such an effeminate thing.

He said to the stunned Kirov, "Do you have accessories? Give me a bayonet."

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