Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Early this morning, Irina White, a reporter from England, set up their camera at the top of a rented building with the cameraman.

Coming to Comoros was only an accident. War reporters were not her main job.

When the war broke out, she was filming and tracking the destructive development and plunder of Western capital in backward countries in Africa in the desolate fields of neighboring Senegal.

The environmental protection topic gradually became in full swing. When it was used by politicians, capitalists, and businessmen with ulterior motives, Irina also felt that she was qualified to make big news. These disgusting guys were criticizing the emissions of the third world, so she would show the people how responsible large companies did in Africa.

Hearing that there was a war in Comoros less than 200 kilometers away, the reporter smelled the wind of big news again. The news would not be waiting for you to report. You had to excavate it and dig out the point of direct reporting from ordinary events. She felt that she could.

Two small countries with about a thousand regular troops were small and extremely backward. This war was almost armed and the risk factor was very small, and the white face was the best pass.

The benefits were huge—sensitive areas, sensitive races, blacks, and Africa. As long as there was the slightest trace of white people in this war, she was confident that she could make big news out of this.

Moreover, there had been news of the Chinese being kidnapped recently. She felt that she had made the right choice to come.

"Hurry up, Cole. How do I look now? Is there a problem?"

She looked at her face in the mirror and tidied her hair. The bright expression on her face gradually became melancholic, heavy, and strong. This was the war reporter mode, a necessary skill.

The photographer's partner gave her a thumbs up.

Three, two, one.

"We're in the capital of Comoros, Moroni. After a night filled with smoke, the city gradually calmed down. The sporadic resistance has all disappeared, but this doesn't mean that Gambia has already won the last victory because the whereabouts of King Chakat II of Comoros is still unknown. This black king who once studied in the West might have embarked on the revenge journey to take back his throne and country."

"We can also see the glorious and sacred king's palace of Comoros standing in the distance in silence. This palace has a long history. After modern repair and expansion, it silently stares at this country. It's worth mentioning that the repair and expansion of this palace were built by a Chinese company, and eight employees of this Chinese company disappeared in the war not long ago."

"There's news that the Gambia army is suspected of kidnapping these eight Chinese citizens. No matter what, such wanton kidnapping has to be condemned…"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh. Stop, stop. Irina, you shouldn't have said that."

Cole turned off the camera and interrupted helplessly, "That's the Chinese. There's no need to sympathize with the Chinese in the news. Our stupid citizens don't like to hear that. You should emphasize the political influence of the Chinese on Africa. They used money and assistance to affect the original political ecology of Africa and threaten the freedom of the people here. This is what we citizens want to hear…"

Irina rolled her eyes. "Please, France, England, Belgium, Portugal… France is even doing it now. It's completely the same as the colonial era. Compared to the capitalists in our West, the Chinese are like angels here…"

"But what does this have to do with the content of your report?" Cole asked. "The Chinese are evil, the Chinese are domineering, the Chinese have ill intentions, and the Chinese are a huge threat—those things are what the people and politicians of the West like to hear. As for the truth, it has never been important."

"No, it's important, Cole. It's important."

Irina was silent for a moment before saying, "I don't care what others do. I still have to abide by my professional ethics. I won't lie or evaluate things I don't understand…"

Cole sighed. "Good girl, you'll never achieve results like this."

Irina blinked. "I'm only 22 years old. Let's talk about this when I'm 62."

"Alright, alright, whatever you want. In any case, I'll take my salary…"

Cole muttered and turned on the camera. "Continue, Miss. Just tell the truth to the world. May the God of News, Pulitzer, bless you…"

Before he could finish speaking, a light flashed in the distance, and then dazzling dust appeared. A muffled rumbling sound immediately sounded, and the dust raised filled more than half of the palace.

The photographer, Cole, cried out in surprise. Irina also heard the sound. She turned around and widened her eyes in surprise. Then, she shouted, "Cole! Cole! Did you see that?!"

—The God of News is watching me!

"Take a photo! Take a photo! Oh! What happened?! Is it a terrorist attack? Is it resistance? Cole! Cole! We have to be closer! We have to be closer!"

Irina shouted at her partner, but the next moment, Cole raised his head from behind the screen and shouted in surprise, "No, no, no! Look, Irina! That Hummer! It's coming our way!"

A few drones rose into the sky and looked down at the ground. In the real-time scene, the layout of the low houses in Comoros was clearly visible. There were large roads that went in all directions.

In the temporary command post, the mercenary's technical support personnel locked onto the direction of the armed Hummer and ordered through the microphone, "…The target has already entered Area B, Warhound-15. Your direction, Warhound-8, enter B3 from A4 Street, Warhound-6…"

The Hummer roared and sped forward, raising dust.

Kang Jinzhu glanced at the rearview mirror and shouted, "They're chasing us!"

He looked around and took out the pistol he had found on the Frenchman. Then he went to press the window button of the Hummer, but it did not move.

Kang De glanced at him sideways. "What for?"

Kang Jingzhu said, "Beat them up!"

"…You've watched too many gun battle movies. Sit down obediently."

As soon as he finished speaking, an armed jeep with a heavy machine gun rushed out of the street in front of him. In the next moment, Horus had already fired first. The rain of 12.7mm bullets swept past like a scythe, lighting this car and the people on it into a large fireball.

Then, the weapons station turned around and shot out four grenades, blowing up the two cars behind. Flames flashed and fireballs rolled. Faint screams of the people in the car could be heard.

Even if in front of everyone and with two people present, Horus could not transform at all, in such a city battlefield, the powerful reaction and combat ability of the Transformers were still something the mercenaries could not match.

As long as they did not encounter tanks, armed helicopters, or even over-the-horizon fighter jets, with Horus's Hummer form, it was more than enough to deal with them.

Be it interception in front or pursuit behind, as long as they were sensed by Horus, they would all be blown up. The temporary command center of the mercenaries quickly discovered this and immediately changed their strategy.

After driving past a street entrance and the next block, three bulletproof cars rushed out of the alley. Two of them quickly stuck to the Hummer and drove. They entered the shooting blind spot of the weapons station and wrapped it, hitting the Hummer with their bodies. The passenger in the front passenger seat pulled the safety of the Uzi, rolled down the window, and pulled the trigger at the car window.

A third car pushed against the butt of the Hummer. The front passenger climbed onto the roof with a piece of C4 explosive in his hand. He bent down, stabilized his body, and approached carefully.

Kang Jinzhu looked at the approaching car beside him and the face of the foreigner close at hand. He held his pistol and desperately pressed the window button. He shouted at Kang De, "Roll down the window!"

In the next moment, a sharp circular saw poked out from under the body of the Hummer on both sides and spun with a bang. Horus collided and swung left and right. Amidst screams, the front passenger of one car and the driver of the other were cut in half on the spot. Blood splashed out of the cut door crack.

Kang De pushed open the car door and swung out with one hand holding the roof frame. His other hand held the GM6 Lynx rifle and pointed it at the bulletproof car that had turned in shock. The barrel of the gun that retracted into the receiver popped out.

With two shots, the three people in the car immediately died. Kang De swung his hand and jumped, flying to the bulletproof car. He turned around and turned his arm, aiming at the bulletproof car that was pressed against his son's butt. He shot three more times and killed the C4 brother, the driver, and the two guys in the back seat of the driver. In a flash, he stepped and jumped again. The Hummer slowed down at the right time, causing Kang De to fly perfectly back to the driver's seat. The door closed.

As for the car on the other side with the driver dead, it turned to collide with a building at the side and lived there, pulling away from Horus. The others in the car watched in despair as the weapons station changed direction and aimed at them.

The bulletproof car was not immune to grenades. If it was, he would try a few more armor-piercing grenades.

Kang De retracted the smoking barrel into the receiver, pulled off the huge magazine, and replaced it. He turned to look at his father. "What did you just say?"

In a flash, his son performed such a fancy job that was simply like a gun battle game. Before Kang Jinzhu could even worry, Kang De flew back.

"…"

Kang Jinzhu was speechless for a moment and could only roll his eyes. He was about to speak when his expression immediately changed.

"Bazooka!"

On the roof not far away.

"F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck! Irina! Did you see that?! Did you see that?! This guy! What did this guy just do?! Oh my god! I thought such a thing could only happen in the game! That person jumped out of the car and killed those people with a gun, then jumped back!"

The two of them only wanted to film big news, but they were dumbfounded to see an action movie.

Cole sprayed saliva excitedly, "He seems to be Chinese! I saw his black hair and yellow skin! F*ck! Who is this brother?! Am I watching a movie?!"

As the cameraman paid attention to the operation of the camera, he hurriedly took out his phone and also changed to camera mode, "I want to tweet! I want to f*cking tweet!"

The two of them held their breaths and looked at the rampaging Hummer. Then, they saw the shining tail flames.

More than once.

"I got it!"

All over the first and second floors of the street, four mercenaries spoke at the same time.

On the second floor in front of him on the right, on the top floor on the side, at the entrance of the street on the left, and in the window on the first floor behind, the entire process was broadcast through the command system. The RPG team had set up an ambush. They budgeted the location and fired at the same time.

Suddenly, the photo duo who had just witnessed the action special effect exclaimed at the same time.

Four rockets rushed toward the Hummer from all directions.

It was over.

In the car, Kang Jinzhu subconsciously grabbed Kang De and straightened up, wanting to protect his son.

In the next moment, Kang De pressed down on his father's neck and pressed him back into his seat. He lowered his body. At the same time, his other hand took the pistol from his father's hand and turned off the safety.

The brake system activated, and the steering wheel turned. The handbrake automatically pulled up. With a tooth-aching sharp friction, the tires scratched the ground. Smoke rose everywhere, and the Hummer swung its tail and drifted. It suddenly swung from vertical to horizontal and crossed the body of the car at the wide intersection. At the same time, the windows on both sides fell.

An RPG whistled past with a flowing tail flame. It was the fastest, most difficult, and tricky one to dodge recently. It shot through the left window without stopping and shot out the right window, roaring as it rushed behind. Kang De raised his right hand expressionlessly, and golden light flashed in his eyes. Time slowed down. He fired. Bang.

The second RPG exploded in the air. At the same time, Horus turned the weapons station and swept away the other two. Dense light and heavy firepower riddled the direction of the four RPGs.

The Hummer accelerated again, roared, changed direction, and accelerated forward.

"…Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! What did I see?! Isn't this a f*cking movie? Those action movies in Hollywood should eat feces! I should have known that Chinese martial arts are real! Oh, oh, oh! I've filmed it, filmed it, filmed it!"

Cole was so excited that he was incoherent, "It'll be number one on the trending searches! This guy is too cool! Irina, you're right! For this brother, I'll definitely not speak ill of China in the future! In the future, I'll be a fan of this Chinese person, I swear!"

He hugged the camera and kissed it a few times forcefully. Then, he began to replay the recording and muttered, "Please, please, please. We have to film his face clearly. We have to!"

Irina had yet to recover from the shock of witnessing a miracle.

She looked at the scene replayed on her phone—although with Cole's super-precision camera, it was the soul skill of every modern person to take photos and record with her phone. She looked at the scene inside and focused on those fragments, again and again.

The Chinese man driving the Hummer.

There was someone in the front passenger seat. He seemed to be Chinese too…

What was their relationship?

Why did that Chinese person who knew martial arts come to Comoros?

The reporter vaguely realized that if she clarified this matter, it would be big news that would blow up the entire Internet.

The Hummer she could not forget had already rushed out of Comoros.

The mercenaries were terrified by the killing and did not dare to pursue too much. Moreover, the Hummer had already left the largest range of the drone and could no longer monitor the location.

The noisy gunshots, explosions, shouts, and commotion disappeared, and the war went away. The Hummer drove through the terrible road conditions of Comoros. The car kept bumping. The sky was very blue, and the smell of sand fluttered in the air. The tense and exciting pursuit had come to an end.

Although Kang Jinzhu had not personally experienced a battle, it was even more exciting than him personally going to the battlefield… Such a life experience was simply unique and dreamlike.

There was almost no way out, but he had survived in a desperate situation. Moreover, the person who came to save him was actually his son.

Moreover, he was super good at fighting.

It was simply unbelievable.

The impact on Kang Jinzhu's heart did not dissipate at all.

"To be honest…"

He was silent for a long time before turning to look at his son.

"Do you have a system?"

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