Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The chariot held the line, and the armed helicopter swept into the air. The archers held the Gatling gun and anti-aircraft gun and nervously paid attention to their surroundings. The mercenary convoy from France was speeding.

"I swear! I swear I don't know anything!"

The four SUVs in the middle imprisoned the captives. The high-value targets were separated into cars for a rapid interrogation. Time seemed to be very urgent. There was no time to send them to the detention place for interrogation.

"I swear I've told you everything I know! I'm only a photographer! A photographer for the BBC! Please don't kill me! Please let me go! My company will pay the ransom for me!"

The entire car echoed with the scream of the photographer, Cole.

He was not even beaten or intimidated.

"Boss, you heard it. These two British people only happened to be here."

The bearded mercenary in charge of the interrogation pulled off his turban and threw it aside. He twisted the real-time video communication device around and aimed it at his face. On the other end of the video was Little Bob Burroughs.

In the video, Little Bob's expression was gloomy and he could not suppress his mania. Clearly, the French man was not happy. He had already received the news that the team chasing King Comoros had been wiped out.

He said coldly, "What about the other Englishman?"

The mercenary shrugged. "She explained it faster, but she doesn't know anything. If a young and beautiful white girl falls into the hands of a group of manic and rough mercenaries, even if we don't have time to do anything, she'll scare herself until she pees."

Little Bob said coldly, "Even if we can make it in time, you can't do anything. Listen, white people can't. I'll repeat it again. White people won't do. She's British. I don't want to cause any trouble when I return her in the future! I definitely don't wish to be scratched in the foot by those roasted beef on such a matter!"

Roast beef, or rosbif, was a form of geographical hatred between the French and the British. The British should have started this matter. They called the French "frog people".

—I know what you want to say. Shut up!

In short, there were many explanations for the origin of this nickname. The most widely circulated explanation was that the ingredients of the French feast were also a little Cantonese. At that time, during the Anglo-French war, the two sides gave each other nicknames and attacked each other. The British felt that the French had a good eating habit of eating frog legs, so they called them "frog eaters" and slowly simplified it to "frog people". Therefore, the French returned that they were roast beef.

This was a little strange. The British were clearly fish and chips.

This habit of mocking the other party's eating habits was very popular in Europe. For example, the Germans were called "Kraut", which meant pickled vegetables.

Of course, in the eyes of the Chinese, it was very strange. Who would call each other food names for no reason?

The Germans had also returned the favor to the French. Of course, the German people were relatively strong and simple. They specialized in hitting people in the face. The most famous nickname given to the French was "six-weeker", which meant "resistance for six weeks".

Of course, the various nicknames above were all fun to the Welsh.

"Alright, don't worry, Boss. We all know our limits."

"It's good that you know. The situation is dangerous now. Watch that thing in your pants!" Little Bob said gloomily. "Is it just a coincidence that they were saved by those mercenaries from Asia?"

"Yes, Boss, I think so."

"Then ask them what they know!"

Those Asians had received extremely professional anti-interrogation training. After the French made a preliminary inquiry, they discovered that it was very difficult to make them obediently cooperate in a short period of time.

It was not that he could not ask.

In fact, human physiology determined that such a creature could not endure some torture at all. There was not even a need to make blood sizzle. There was even no need to see blood or for the torturer to do it himself. The simplest thing was to tie him there and put on a loud sound system. Then, he would place him there with a computer-controlled light that would flash and shake every few seconds. After 48 hours, he would basically answer any question. As long as you let him sleep, he was willing to do and say anything.

There were many such measures, but they all took time.

After sensing this, Little Bob urgently needed information, so he could only ask the two weak British commoners indirectly and try to discover something.

"I'll tell! I'll tell you! I'm going to tell you everything!"

As soon as he was asked, Cole explained everything like a bamboo tube spilling beans. He was not a tough guy and did not have any benefits. He was only a passing photographer. Why should he keep it a secret for a few Chinese people he did not know? With this in mind, he said everything.

However… how should he put it?

What he explained completely was the "fact" he "understood".

"They're all Chinese special forces!"

Cole shouted, "They're here to save the Chinese imprisoned in the palace! They're in charge of covering up, and the superhuman warrior who saved them is that person's son!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Little Bob's expression suddenly changed. "What did you say?"

"This is true! It's all true! I took a video! Compared to their appearances! They're definitely father and son!" He shouted, "When I moved with them, I heard their captain speak to someone. I know a little Chinese. The Chinese person who ordered this group of special forces is surnamed Wang. He's their superior because this person calls him 'boss'!"

On one hand, he really dared to say it, and on the other hand, he dared to believe it.

Little Bob's expression darkened and changed drastically.

Chinese.

Special Forces.

Their army.

In other words…

Had the Chinese already interfered?

Could it be that they had heard something? Perhaps they were already prepared?

It had to be said that the advocacy of the Chinese threat theory for decades had made the Westerners believe it themselves. When they subconsciously treated this Eastern country as a huge threat, all the variables and coincidences related to it would be attributed to deliberateness.

"Boss…" The Frenchman in charge of extorting a confession asked, "Is China involved?"

His tone was a little uneasy.

The mercenary business was a gray business that wandered the boundary between light and darkness. It looked unscrupulous, but it followed the rules more than anyone else. However, the rules they followed were different from ordinary people.

The first rule was not to fight the five permanent members.

Little Bob's expression was no longer just ugly.

Kang Jinzhu's… son?

He could not help but think of the joke last night. He did not expect him to be right. Kang Jinzhu's son had actually really come to Africa. Moreover, he had collapsed the palace and killed half of Moroni. Even the king's mausoleum, the Comoros military camp, and even the murders and disappearances of many outposts were definitely related to him…

He also thought of the report of his subordinates and Kang De's performance in the Moroni interception battle. He had even seen those increasingly popular tweets on that d*mned tweet. D*mned Hummer, D*mn Chinese. He was even more certain that he was facing an extraordinary enemy…

—So he had the background of the Chinese military! No wonder!

No wonder he had extraordinary strength, no wonder he had battalion-level firepower, and no wonder he could quickly arrive at Comoros at this time—so China had planned for a long time!

Little Bob's mind raced.

Whether Kang Jinzhu's son was a genetically modified warrior secretly nurtured by the Chinese government or had also obtained strength from a ruin in China was not important.

Most importantly, an enemy with far greater strength than ordinary people had already targeted him.

He did not think that Kang Jinzhu's son would stop after saving his father and pretend that nothing had happened.

Be it hatred or the secret of the ruins… he would find him!

Since the Chinese government had already revealed the shadow of the evil dragon, logically speaking, he should report to his own government to summon the interference and support of the French government.

However…

This meant that at least two P5-level forces would directly interfere with Comoros and Gambia. The permanent members would naturally begin to project terrifying power. Under the sudden increase in the density of this power, the Burroughs family security company might no longer be able to obtain what it wanted.

When he thought of his father, whose old injuries were deteriorating, Little Bob secretly gritted his teeth.

He had done everything he could to obtain the things in the ruins and extend his father's life… If this goal could not be achieved, everything was meaningless!

Therefore,

—Let's fight.

Thinking of this, a trace of ruthlessness flashed between Little Bob's eyebrows.

He was now at the airport, talking to his subordinates in the temporarily modified information command center. In front of him, electronic screens transmitted all kinds of video images in real-time. They were all sent back by the convoy. There were at least two cameras in every vehicle.

"Record every second of the scene."

He ordered.

—Perhaps you're very powerful, Kang De. I remember your name is Kang De, Kang Jinzhu's son.

However, those tweets reminded me.

This world had become different. A little shadow under the sunlight appeared, revealing the parts that the world still did not know. You were a hidden secret that the governments wanted to hide and seize.

You had the strength to do many things that you could not have done originally. You could originally only sit at home and worry and cry, but now, you came to Africa and personally save your father. You are very powerful. You think that no one can stop you, so you naturally won't abandon your teammates.

—Then, what kind of strength do you want to show for an armed helicopter, an infantry tank, three armed pickup trucks, and five armored SUVs to destroy such a convoy and save your friends?

—Show up. These are all bait.

'If you bite the bait.'

—I'll let the entire world see you like this.

He said, "Order the convoy to change direction now. How far are you from Moroni?"

The other party looked at the location map. "About five kilometers, sir. I can already see the outline of the city."

"Through there—did you get this photographer friend's tweet account?"

The mercenary smiled. "Of course, he's very generous. I've already sent it to your phone."

"That's good." Little Bob smiled gloomily. "Perhaps we can upload something more explosive. Something our government, our people, and our news like to watch."

The mercenary in charge of the interrogation suddenly shivered. Perhaps it was because of the screen, but he felt that the Boss's state was a little wrong… very wrong.

Unknowingly, even Little Bob did not know that his smile had already become a little twisted.

The suitcase that he treated as a treasure and was extremely important was held in his hand. He even handcuffed it together and did not separate it for a moment. He twisted his neck and scratched his face with his other hand. Then he took a few steps back, took out his phone, and pressed the number. "Thomas."

Thomas was in charge of the defense and security of Moroni. He had previously supervised the patrol mission of this city at the police station and urgently arranged for Little Bob's car. He was still in the city.

"Boss, I'm here."

Little Bob said in a low voice, "Get ready, Thomas. Wait for my order."

"Yes, Boss, it's ready. I'll confirm with you one last time. Where should we aim our artillery? In the end, what's the target?" Thomas lowered his voice. "The French Embassy?"

"Of course… no."

The moment he turned around, Little Bob's smile was hidden in the shadows under the bright liquid crystal light of the electronic room. It became twisted, strange, and terrifying.

He said, "The entire city, of course. With napalm and white phosphorus."

On the other end of the phone, Thomas's voice shook. "Boss?! This…"

"What are you afraid of?"

Little Bob's tone had changed a little, and his voice had become a little sharp, looking strange and terrifying. He sneered, then said, "We're not the murderer. What are you afraid of? Could it be that our white country, the white government, the white people, and the white media will clarify and explain for a Chinese person?"

Thomas muttered, "But…"

"Follow orders, Thomas. This is only a group of black people. On the other side is me, my father, you, your family… You know how to choose."

At this point, Little Bob's tone became a little light, like the murmur of a demon. He slowly said, "You've seen it too. It's very beautiful, right? After success, we'll all have a share…"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, Thomas's sleep-talking tone sounded.

"Yes, Boss, it's very beautiful. I understand…"

Little Bob nodded in satisfaction.

He looked at the suitcase that was connected to his hand. It was very close. His hot gaze seemed to penetrate the sealed lead box. Or rather, the protective box at the level of nuclear and biochemical materials could not resist the charm of this thing. It was as if the most beautiful woman was continuously teasing his heartstrings.

"It's talking to me. It's getting more and more enthusiastic. From the moment we dug it out, it's become more and more beautiful and enthusiastic over time. It'll yearn and sometimes go away. I can feel it. When the palace collapsed, it bloomed like a flower. It protected me, and then it walked away. Now it's closer… like a cute little girl, Thomas, right?"

"Yes… yes…"

Little Bob took a step and slowly pushed open the door to leave. He muttered softly, "I want to look at it again, a few more times, just once…"

What he did not notice was that the intelligence officers in this electronic room who should have been staring at their respective screens to interact with battlefield information turned around in unison and stared at his departing figure with dull gazes.

In the next moment, they returned to their senses and looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what had happened.

"I've already discovered the convoy. It's most likely them."

Kang De looked at the distant convoy and pressed his earpiece. "I'm going to attack. It'll take about ten minutes. Drive slower. After you're done, you still have to deal with the corpses to prevent my father from nagging when he sees you."

A few seconds later, Horus's voice sounded, "Understood."

Kang De flashed back to the white fog world. A moment later, he appeared again with a few javelins in his hand. He pointed and the Hima Eagle flapped its wings and rushed into the sky. It soared into the sky and prepared to dive at an absolute height. At this moment, his iron son's voice sounded in his earpiece again, "Father."

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

Horus said, "Your father is shouting. The goal of the conversation is 'the person controlling this car'. He said that he has something important to tell you. You…"

Kang De frowned and said, "Not again… Let's intercept them first."

"…Father, I think it's better to hear it first?"

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