Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"Kirov, I want to order goods."

That was what Kang De had said.

Business came. He should have been happy.

In particular, arms dealers could eat for three years when they opened. Their clients were still this capable, rich, and generous. Kirov should be enthusiastic and happy to receive such an order call.

However, this time, he only felt waves of… pain.

—Brother, the plane of firearms you bought is enough to plow the entirety of Comoros, right?

Why did he still want it?

Even if Kirov had been in the arms trade for many years and was long bold, he still felt guilty.

He had traveled extensively all these years and his footprints were all over Southeast Asia, Central America, South America, Africa, and many other chaotic places. He had interacted with many tyrants, scum, butchers, and lunatics and had long seen the evil of human nature with his own eyes. Morality was only a joke in his eyes. He thought that he was already fearless, but Kang De, a young man he had only known for less than two days, gave him huge pressure and fear.

This Chinese person was different from those tyrants, scum, butchers, and lunatics.

The source of strength for those warlords and dictators was wealth, the army, weapons, oil, land, and the support of the United States. That was why they dared to be fearless and do whatever they wanted.

They killed as easily as they could, raised slaves, tortured them, and watched battles. They trampled on all the common customs and moral conduct and thought that they were born noble. However, when they lost their backing, they would wail like pigs and dogs. Just like the living beings they trampled, they would be humiliated, tortured, and tortured to death.

Without what they relied on, these people were only lowly lives twisted like maggots.

However, this Chinese person called Kang De was different.

This person was not crazy because he had strength, but because he had obtained strength.

The fundamental difference between the two was that this young Chinese man had bought the firearms of an entire transport plane to save his father in Africa. However, Kirov vaguely felt that even without this plane's firearms, Kang De could achieve his goal and kill anyone he wanted to kill.

—Then what was his goal in buying more firearms?

There was only one answer.

He wanted to take even more violent revenge on the person who had kidnapped his father and did not mind letting the flames of war expand.

—But I mind!

'I only want to sell some firearms. I don't want to attract the attention of the P5 because of a massacre that shocked the world and be traced all the way to me by Interpol!'

On the surface, the international order strictly prohibited arms smuggling, but this world was not black or white. There was another dark order under the shadow that was not known to outsiders. In the dark side of this shadow world, arms smuggling was tacitly agreed to a certain extent—provided that you did not cause too much trouble, so much so that an assault rifle with the fingerprints of the President of the United States appeared at the scene of a massacre.

People would die.

He should have rejected simply and roughly, hung up, and deleted his contact information in one go. However, holding the phone, other than subconsciously swallowing a few mouthfuls, he did not say anything.

There were some people in this world, even if you were thousands of kilometers away from them and had only met them once, and you could cut off contact at any time… You still did not have the courage to reject them.

The words he was about to say had already changed, "What… what do you plan to do?"

Kang De thought for a moment. "Cluster bomb, thermobaric bomb, sarin… Do you have these?"

The Russian's voice sounded from the other end of the phone, "Even the five largest arms dealers in the world don't dare to casually sell these things! Some are even forbidden by international conventions! If I have these things on my shelf, Xie Ligan would not be qualified to talk to me! Moreover, they're expensive!"

"I see." Kang De thought for a moment, "What about the 155mm or 152mm howitzer? Self-propelled anti-aircraft cannons, firearms cannons, and coastal ship cannons. I remember that you moved the AK-130 ship cannon ashore. There's also a dense array. Right, I've seen the 'Combine Harvester' produced by Russia on the Internet earlier…"

"…"

Kirov was silent for a moment.

Then, he said in a sincere tone, "Big Brother, Boss, I'm only an arms retailer. I wholesale small-caliber guns and ammunition, recover second-hand weapons and sell them to people in need. That's all. My ability and connections are limited. Even ranked heavy weapons are already the limit. This world is cold and real. Some things can't be bought even if you have money…"

"What restricts the purchase is not your wealth, but your power and my status."

"Especially the ones you want. In Africa, no country will systematically use these things in war. AK rifles are the true weapons of mass destruction."

"In the current world, large-caliber howitzers, self-propelled air defense cannons, chariots, and ship cannons are all sold by the regular army between countries. They're efficient but expensive and even something small countries can't afford. The P5 won't allow a certain warlord or dictatorial lunatic to obtain such a terrifying weapon. Money and class are not related under certain circumstances."

"Just like how Zuckerberg can't drive a Jumwalt destroyer back to his private island, Jeff Bezos can't buy a B-2 bomber back and park it at his private airport. Even if they have enough wealth to buy more than ten or dozens—they can't even buy a single thing."

"Do you understand what I'm saying, sir?"

Kirov swore that ever since he graduated from middle school, he had not explained a complicated problem so patiently and gently… He had not even been so patient with the president or general of a country.

Kang De was silent for a moment before saying, "Two questions."

Kirov perked up. "Tell me?"

"How can I successfully buy those weapons just now?"

"It's obvious," the Russian said without hesitation. "If we make military purchases as a formal country, we can completely legalize and obtain these weapons without risk."

"Or throw out an olive branch as a powerful warlord and sign various agreements with the target country other than the arms trade, such as politics, economic and trade orders… You understand."

"I see…"

On the other end of the phone, Kang De muttered to himself, his eyes deep.

Then, he said, "Then the second question, Kirov, will you sell individual shells?"

"…What do you mean?"

Kang De turned his neck. "I mean, if I seize something like a 155 howitzer in Comoros, but the ammunition is limited and I need to buy the corresponding shells, do you have a way?"

"That's fine…"

The Russian hesitated and said, "After all, there's a lot of room to operate the shells and ammunition. It's very convenient to report the consumption and disposal of the drill. At the very least, it's more convenient than the weapon itself… Could it be that you've already seized it?"

"No, but you can stock up now."

Kang De said, "We'll seize it—this is the traditional ability of our Chinese people."

Without waiting for Kirov to say anything else, he continued, "In addition, the APEI ammunition needs to be replenished. I need more RPGs and the 30mm grenade of the AGS-17. Kirov, I also need powerful, wide-range, long-range, and cheap weapons…"

A thought flashed through Kirov's mind.

After entering a state, he became a fearless businessman who did not mind doing business with demons. Almost immediately, he thought of the most suitable goods.

"Why don't you try the domestic products of your country? They're called the 63 traction 107mm rocket launchers along with the Acre 47 and RPG. They're beautiful and cheap. Their operations are simple and they're everywhere."

"Very good."

Kang De was concise and sounded very satisfied.

He and Kirov finalized the exact number. The Russians promised to prepare the goods with their greatest effort. At the same time, they still reminded Kang De in fear that if he caused any huge commotion, such as burning the capital of Comoros to the ground, the P5 would definitely let him know what it meant to be decisive and orderly.

"Don't worry, I'm not a lunatic."

"…"

These words really made Kirov speechless.

"By the way—can you get landmines?"

—You still said that you're not a lunatic!

Kirov sighed.

Kang De had been talking to him in a polite tone, but for some reason, the uneasiness and fear in his heart increased. It was as if the person communicating with him was not a harmless Chinese person, but a terrifying demon covered in blood. He did not know if it was his imagination or a mental problem. In any case, he would have an inexplicably sharp intuition these few days… Perhaps it was only some mental pressure.

However, he indeed felt that Kang De was very terrifying.

He was not willing to have an unhappy conflict with this Chinese person.

In any case, the plane of firearms this guy bought from me is enough to kill everyone in a city. In that case, I'll sell him some more and things won't get worse.

If he were really a lunatic, something would happen no matter what. Since something would happen and it might implicate him, why didn't he earn more?

The arms dealer convinced himself.

"Alright, alright, my brother. I have them. Of course, I have them, and there are many."

"You know that because of the restrictions of international public opinion and difficulties in cleaning up, this thing has a lot of stock… What type do you need? Anti-infantry or anti-armor?"

"Infantry."

"What kind? Shatter or explosive?"

"Shatter."

Kirov really knew this very well. "Then, which one do you like more?"

"A Type 72 anti-infantry mine produced in your country weighing 1,000 grams and containing 122 grams?"

"BLU42 anti-infantry mine produced in the United States weighing 470 grams and containing 60 grams?"

"—Or is it a MOH200 anti-infantry mine produced by the Great Soviet? It weighs 25,000 grams and has a lethal range of 200 meters with 12,000 grams of charge?"

"…Is that the anti-infantry mine behind?"

"Yes, comrade."

Kirov replied seriously, "The definition of infantry by the Great Soviet Red Army is slightly different from that of the various countries. Be it sitting in a truck, in an infantry chariot, or even in a tank, even in a helicopter, as long as they're human, they're infantry."

"Your landmine is also anti-helicopter?"

"…Yes, comrade. Although the helicopter was not designed to be a kill target, the MOH200 has indeed had a record of shooting down a helicopter. That was in Afghanistan."

At this point, Kirov's tone became a little strange and awkward, "The only problem is that that helicopter is our Soviet Union's own…"

…As expected, they were very Russian.

"That sounds good—give me 500 first."

"…I can't mobilize so many at once, and they're very heavy."

"Then try your best to collect them. Apart from that, I also need anti-aircraft cannons and autocannons. No matter what brand they are, no matter how old they are, as long as they can be fired, I want them all."

They discussed some details again. The Russians needed two to three days to prepare the goods and send them by air. As for where they would transport them, how they would transport them, and how they would be placed when they arrived, they would talk about it when the time came.

Kang De calculated the time and could afford to wait. In the other world, it would take at least a day for the gorilla and the others to reach Red Maple City. On Earth, it was seven days. It was more than enough.

In terms of the intensity of the war, the situation facing the other world was even more dangerous. On Earth, not only did he have to save his father, but he also had to obtain as many, larger, and stronger weapons as possible.

Be it buying, stealing, or snatching.

"Did you gain a lot, Father?"

After hanging up, his iron son's question sounded from the car's stereo.

The Hummer rumbled south and crossed the desolate Gobi. Night had already slowly fallen.

"Fortunately," he said. "That depends on what our mercenary friends sent us."

A large amount of fuel was found in the military camp that had been wreaked havoc by Kang De and strangled to death. The content of the weapons warehouse was nothing special, but there were many building materials and even industrial explosives stored in the warehouse. Kang De's family had learned a lot and recognized that these things seemed to be used for explosion and excavation… How could there be such a thing in the military camp?

He had heard from Orthus that this was transported here by the mercenaries. What did they want these things for?

Kang De ignored everything and gathered these things with Horus. Then, he threw them all back into the white fog space.

He did not care what conspiracy was hidden in this invasion war, why the mercenaries were here, or what the goal of kidnapping the Chinese was—

He only wanted to save his father, get a weapon, and blow up all the enemy creatures.

This was the only battle plan.

The sky gradually darkened. The moon rose and night fell. It was very difficult to see lights in Comoros. Electricity was still a luxurious resource. Kang De had already arrived at the town west of Moroni, the capital of Comoros. From a mountain, he could look out at the distant city. There were faint lights of bright color. He could even see the trajectory of tracer bullets in the air and the sporadic sound of guns.

There seemed to be still a battle there.

Kang De sized up the red light spots in the town with his Life Detection Vision.

There were many, plenty of electricity, and those with weapons walked back and forth to patrol.

It was not difficult to locate.

It was a beige three-story house. Orthus said that he had escorted the Chinese here.

However, he did not see the restrained and unable-to-move crowd.

—F*ck.

Kang De's expression darkened.

He got out of the car and came to the door of this walled three-story building. He knocked on the iron door.

"Is anyone there?" He asked in English.

Soon, someone walked towards him. The blazing flashlight shone on his face and was very dazzling, but Kang De's eyes did not blink as he looked at the other party's face in the strong light.

It was a white man.

"Who the f*ck are you?" The fully armed white man approached and glared, "Get lost!"

"I'm here to find someone." Kang De pulled down his scarf and revealed his face. He said indifferently, "I'm Chinese. I'm here for my compatriots… Can you tell me where they are?"

The light of the flashlight dyed his yellow skin white, so much so that the person did not see that something was wrong at first. When he heard the word "Chinese", the white-skinned man's expression suddenly changed and he raised his gun. "F*ck!"

He was about to raise his gun when Kang De punched.

With a bang, the railing of the iron door was broken and bent by a fist.

Kang De threw a punch and pierced the railing. Halfway through, he changed his claw and grabbed the other party's throat. He pulled back. The person's body rushed forward and his head smashed straight into a broken railing that had been interrupted and bent. It pierced through his mouth and passed diagonally out the back of his head, bringing with it a string of brains.

Kang De twisted open the iron lock and pulled open the iron door. He took the opportunity to break off two iron bars and raised his foot to step on the other party's back. The body that was half lying on the iron door and twitching immediately sank. His mouth and half of his head were completely torn open. Blood shot out like a fountain and splashed on the ground more than ten meters in front of him.

Someone in the house had already heard the commotion and was prying out the window. Kang De swung his arm, and two iron bars shot out like short spears. The window shattered. Two people's bodies froze on the spot, and a huge crack opened in their throats. The iron spear had already passed through their bodies, and the corpses fell straight down a moment later.

Someone rushed out of the door, but Kang De was faster than him. He took a step and flew back. His body blasted out like a cannonball. His shoulder collided diagonally and struck the person's chest, completely shattering his sternum. He brought the already dead corpse through the door on the first floor and rushed into the entrance, shattering wood, glass, and soil and rocks flying everywhere.

The first, second, and third floors were in chaos. Footsteps and shouts filled the entire house.

Kang De raised his left hand. Lightning curled around it, and dazzling lightning rushed into an outlet. Chaotic lightning that wreaked havoc and roared swept through the entire house. The lights suddenly went out, and everything fell into darkness.

The enemy's voice became even more terrified. Someone turned on a flashlight or lit a lighter.

However, the hunter walked in the darkness and chased after the light to hunt. Gunshots continuously sounded and quickly returned to silence. Heavy objects continuously fell, along with screams and painful wails.

Although his father and the others seemed to have been transferred, the goal was still clear and the clues were still there.

It did not matter even if it was cut off. The leader of the mercenaries, the King of Gambia, would always have a way. However, the goal was to save his father, so he should follow the clues. There was no need to give up what was close and pursue what was far.

He would knock out everyone here first.

Then, he would ask them one by one and kill them one by one.

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