Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

To Iyerre, days passed one after another. It was neither good nor bad.

In the past, he had thought that there was no difference between being a soldier and a worker. They both ate on time, were ordered around, and did the same job every day.

As a Gambia soldier, he did not have any honor. Or rather, he did not know what honor was at all. This was only a profession.

If there was any difference between being a soldier and a worker, it was that her sister was married to a major in Gambia. Through this relationship, he would not be bullied in the army and would eat more. His superiors and colleagues would give him a certain amount of respect. When there was extra money, he would get a share.

The work he was usually responsible for was also relatively easy.

However, overall, he had previously felt that there was no difference between being a soldier and a worker.

In fact, the latter was even freer.

His salary was paid every day. If he took the money, he could buy wine. He held the radio and danced with the friends he had just met for a day. If he spent all his money the next day, he would go to work. If not, he would not go.

Being a soldier would instead be full of restraints.

Of course, that was only in the past.

He would not think so now.

Because of the war, because Gambia had declared war on Comoros, his brother-in-law, Major Orthus, had been appointed the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary army. He followed his brother-in-law and killed his way into the neighboring country.

…It was actually not very accurate to say that he had killed his way in.

This was because they had never experienced a battle from the beginning to the end. When they stepped into Comoros, the enemy's army had already been defeated. The city was unguarded, and the military camp was completely empty. As if it was really as the king had announced, the enemy was afraid of the power of Gambia, so they fled at the sight of the wind.

However, Iyerre did not care what was going on. Of course, he did not want to fight. Moreover, he had already experienced more interesting enjoyment and fun than war.

He also understood his… privilege as a soldier.

With a gun, when walking on the streets of an enemy country, people would be afraid, lower their heads, and avoid them. They could publicly barge into the houses of those rich families and search for their food and wealth. As long as they waved their guns and put on a fierce appearance, people would not dare to resist and could take anything they wanted at will.

He had gained a lot these few days.

There were imported foreign sweets and gold jewelry on his neck and wrists. However, his favorite was from the Chinese.

That day, he followed his brother-in-law into a Chinese house in Domoni. His brother-in-law sent people to arrest all the Chinese. As for why, Iyerre did not care. However, after all the Chinese were taken away, the empty house became an unguarded treasure vault. He held a gun and ferociously snatched the first batch of looting rights and found the best thing inside.

Discs, there were many discs.

Compared to food and clothes, he liked movies more.

This was because he could only occasionally eat imported foreign delicacies, and foreigners seemed to be able to eat them every day. They lived in very, very tall houses, drove very, very good cars, and ate very, very good things. He could not obtain the ones in the movie, so it was good to see them first.

He liked to watch those American blockbusters because many Americans would die. He was very happy to see them suffer.

Those Americans who lived in tall buildings and ate good things enjoyed good things they would never know in their lives. Their deaths were an exciting show.

However, he knew that it was fake. It was all fabricated.

In fact, the Americans were still enjoying delicious food, luxury cars, and good clothes in the tall house. It had been almost 20 years since this country had been beaten up by outsiders.

At the thought of this, Iyerre was very depressed.

Why did Americans live in large houses and he could only live in small houses? Why did Americans live so well, but the people of Gambia were so bad? He did not know what the problem was. This question was too profound for a black man like him, so he had another thought.

The happy experience of the invaders a few days ago made him have an impulse.

When could he go to the United States to snatch it?

He had robbed the Chinese man's house. The Chinese were all very rich, so everyone had gained something. Now, someone had even quietly gone to the Chinese man's house to find something.

He had heard that the United States was richer than China. When could he snatch the Americans?

He did not know that this was only a thought in the end. Now, he was sitting in the surveillance room and looking at the image flashing in front of the screen. This was another super good-looking American blockbuster. It was already the second one.

The surveillance room was considered an easy job. His brother-in-law had asked him to keep an eye on the goods in the warehouse and not let those thieves take anything. Iyerre only glanced at them from time to time. How could it be considered stealing if the black man took something?

Most of his energy was focused on the movie.

The brilliant scene, the lifelike computer special effects.

This movie was called "Transformers".

He liked the Decepticons. They killed the Americans very happily.

He had already finished reading one. This was the second movie. The story played to the part where the Decepticons surrounded Optimus Prime. Iyerre held his breath and looked at the flickering shadows on the screen, concentrating on exclaiming.

"D*mn, Optimus Prime is really ferocious, but where are Bumblebee and the others? Are they only watching?"

He muttered to himself, but in the next moment, the surveillance room was dark.

Only the gradually extinguishing flash before the monitor suddenly closed.

"…Sh*t!"

Iyerre jumped up and took off his earpiece. He roared, "These d*mned n**gers! They must be secretly charging the tablet and radio again!!!"

He picked up his gun angrily and pushed open the door. This was the second floor, and below him was the wide warehouse. He shouted, "Come on man! What's wrong?! Motherfu…"

Boom!

In the next moment, the wall of the warehouse was smashed open. An armed Hummer rushed in. Dust rose and smoke dissipated. The violent shock made the shocked Iyerre fall to the ground.

Then, his eyes widened.

Under the gazes of the 20-odd Gambia soldiers holding guns in the warehouse, the armed Hummer emitted a crisp metallic sound. The barrier armor that constructed the body of the car spread out, and the complicated parts formed intertwining shapes. The wheels turned, and the roof unfolded. The robot with four limbs and a torso stood up!

"Surprise!" The Autobot roared, "Motherf*cker!"

Guns roared.

The black people screamed violently almost in unison, then fired. The fire of the assault rifle intertwined and fired in unison, and the robot shook its left hand. A thick and terrifying chainsaw buzzed and spun.

Iyerre scrambled to the floor. He exerted strength in his hands and feet, crawling and squirming.

—What a joke! I've seen that movie!

Blood, guns, and blood splattered everywhere. Fragments continuously splashed near him. Iyerre almost fainted from fear. He used all his strength to escape from the fire escape.

Outside was even more chaotic. Corpses were everywhere, and intense flames rose from the distribution room and the backup power station. There were even faint explosions. All of this was like purgatory.

"No! No, no, no, no!"

The whistling of bullets even sounded in the air. Screams and even explosions sounded in the distance. Flames continuously surged, as if there was an explosion everywhere. He even heard the roar of the Decepticon.

"Father!"

—Father?

He could not care less. He rolled and crawled to his brother-in-law's command post.

He rushed all the way to the second floor and ignored the person who asked him. This place was also in chaos.

"Brother-in-law… No, sir! Sir!"

He pushed open the door. His brother-in-law, Major Orthus, was cursing loudly and throwing the phone in his hand to the ground. "Why is the phone line cut too?! D*mn! What exactly happened?!"

The major was taking out his phone when he heard the commotion and looked up.

"Iyerre! What exactly happened?! I want you to watch the surveillance camera! Why didn't you report it?!"

Iyerre sweated profusely.

He ran desperately and finally heaved a sigh of relief when he ran there. However, endless fear surged. His body was even stained with blood, but he could still remember his companion's scream and the roar of the Decepticons. The bullets and the roar of the chainsaw were simply the calls of death.

He even regretted running here. He should have quietly escaped.

The officer's question sounded in his ears.

Orthus roared, "Who is it?! How many of them are there?! Who's attacking us?! Tell me!"

His hand had already touched his phone. This was an unexpected situation. He had to call that group of people… This was different from what had been agreed! Why was there such an attack?!

However, before contacting those people, he had to figure out who had attacked.

The major stared fixedly at Iyerre. Seeing the other party's broken expression, he shouted, "Tell me!"

"Yes… yes…"

Iyerre hugged his head and shouted, "It's… it's the f*cking Transformers! I saw it with my own eyes! An armed Hummer transformed into a terrifying robot! It kills everyone it sees! It's very ferocious! It's like a demon. That must be a f*cking Decepticon!"

"…"

The explosions outside still did not stop. There was also a commotion in the corridor, but at this moment, Major Orthus in the office still felt that it was ridiculous.

"Are you a stupid pig?! I warned you not to watch d*mned American movies during duty! They used such a f*cking thing to deceive the people of the world! This is a white man's conspiracy!"

He roared, "Before I blow up your head…"

Iyerre was almost frightened to the point of peeing. He was about to collapse and howled, "It's true! The Americans have been lying to the entire world! Area 51 exists! Their technology was all analyzed from F*cking Megatron! They've long colluded with the Decepticons!"

He pounded his chest and stomped his feet as he said crazily, "I've long felt that something was wrong! Why would the motherf*cking Americans cooperate with Optimus Prime?! They clearly got along better with Megatron!"

Orthus was furious. He pulled out his pistol and aimed it at his brother-in-law's head. "You…"

"Right! Right! I heard it!" The young officer recalled something and shouted, "I heard that Decepticon call someone Father! I know who attacked us!"

"—It's f*cking Michael Bay!"

"It's f*cking Michael Bay who brought his son to kill us! No wonder there are so many explosions! He f*cking likes to cause explosions ahhhh!"

This guy had completely gone crazy!

Orthus was hesitating if he should pull the trigger and kill this idiot, but in the next moment, his eyes widened.

With a loud bang, the wall shattered, and the window shattered. A huge metal hand smashed through the wall, probed into the house, and grabbed Iyerre.

The black major's mind was blank. He looked at the steel hand close at hand, every knuckle, the intertwining gears and levers inside, and the rough and cold surface.

The steel hand clenched slightly.

A series of bones cracked. Poor Iyerre's body twisted, like a tomato held in his hand. It deformed. Red juice surged from everywhere, and his eyes were still wide.

He looked at Major Orthus with pain and pleading.

Gravel and wood shavings continuously fell. The steel hand retracted, and the officer's corpse was casually thrown aside. The stunned Major Orthus witnessed all of this and saw a terrifying head rise from the window on the first floor. Intertwined metal parts, a clanging sound, and those purple eyes.

A terrifying huge robot was looking at him.

The major's legs were trembling.

Immediately after, he saw this robot carefully raise its other hand and carry a person into the hole on the second floor. That person was even holding a ridiculously large rifle.

It was Michael Bay.

…No, no.

Major Orthus took two steps back and almost tripped over the chair. The door was pushed open at once, but in the next moment, a gunshot roared. The soldier who rushed in fell straight back. The part above his neck had already shattered, and his twitching body splashed with blood.

The black major, who was about to move, froze on the spot. He could not see how Kang De fired and only saw an afterimage that was like an illusion. The exaggeratedly large rifle seemed to have been pointing at him.

However, it was not an illusion, because the muzzle and the room were surrounded by the smoke of burning gunpowder.

"Hello, brother."

Kang De pulled down the scarf and revealed his face. It was a Chinese face.

Orthus instantly revealed a surprised expression, because this face was too young. Moreover, it was inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen it there.

He muttered, "You…"

The thick muzzle had already struck.

The gun barrel, which had become hot from frequent firing, pressed against the other party's face. The major suddenly cried out in miserable pain. Kang De took out his satellite phone and called the number.

"Kirov," he said. "Translate."

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