Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

In a mansion in Belgrade, the cigar in Kirov's mouth shone with bright flames.

Dimitri connected the satellite phone to the external device. A connected stereo allowed the call to be played out. A pair of hi-fi earpieces were handed to the interpreter he had found.

"Take out 200% of your service and professional attitude. This is a big client with noble morals and humanitarian feelings. Prove to me that the reward paid to you is enough to match your value."

The Russian pointed at the interpreter who was sitting upright with his cigar.

His tone was a little meaningful.

He added, "Believe me, you don't want me to ask for someone else."

The interpreter was a Serbian. He was dressed in a sharp suit and his beard was carefully trimmed. He was tall and fair-skinned. He had the demeanor of a white elite and looked very reliable. Even if he appeared on Wall Street, there was nothing strange about it.

He lowered his head politely as if he did not understand the other party's threat.

"Understood, sir. I'm ready."

Kirov nodded, then leaned out and said into his phone, "Brother, you can start."

Kang De's voice sounded in the stereo and earpiece at the same time. "The interpreter is here?"

"Yes, he'll talk to you."

The white Serbian elite revealed a formal polite smile and blurted out in standard Mandarin, "Honorable sir, I'm Marley Serle. I'm very happy to serve you."

The respected gentleman replied, "Hello, Mari. I have something to tell this black man. Translate it."

"Yes, please let him speak."

"Okay."

Marley Serle, Kirov, and Dimitri all held their breaths and listened.

Then...

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

The cry was so miserable that Kirov and the interpreter were shocked. Dimitri, who was from the signal flag, raised his eyebrows as if realizing the other party's situation.

"Yes..." As expected of an elite interpreter. He quickly calmed down. His expression was as usual as he probed, "I think... this is only a scream?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

An even more miserable scream of pain sounded.

However, it only lasted for a few seconds before turning into a low whimper. Kang De's voice sounded again, "Yes, I heard it too, so please tell him this."

"If he wants to continue screaming, I'll skin him alive and let him throw him here to scream to his heart's content until he breathes his last. I don't care if he's dead or alive, because there are many soldiers like him. It's not difficult to capture another one. There'll always be black people who's willing to speak. Therefore, if he doesn't want this, shut his screaming mouth and answer my question!"

Marley Serle took a deep breath and translated this ultimatum into English.

Gambia had historically been a British colony. For a long time, English was the official language. Later on, it was ostensibly abolished. However, after the King of Gambia, who was famous for his mouth, abolished this, he never announced what the new official language was. He was quite puzzled.

In fact, English was still the official language of Gambia, and English had always been taught in schools.

Of course, the soldiers could understand.

Not only did the interpreter hired by Kirov's high salary translate the language, tone, and context accurately, but he also improvised with an extremely standard London accent. He practiced the bossy and deterrent intimidation of the ferocious British colonists against the natives as if he had returned to the 18th century.

The Gambia soldier was clearly stunned.

It was unknown which factor shocked him.

"Very good. Ask him where the Chinese here have been captured."

Marley Serle translated this.

The black man said weakly, "I... I don't know..."

"Oh, there's no need to translate. I understand this."

Kang De said this, and then...

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Such a scream was even more miserable. Even Dimitri's face revealed surprise. With his rich experience, he could not tell what punishment Kang De was imposing.

"...Tell him!" Before the interpreter could put on an expression, Kang De's voice sounded again, "I don't like this answer. Ask him if there's anything else he wants to say or forget! I'll give him one last chance. Otherwise, I'll also hang him outside and skin him alive! Then I'll find someone else!"

--Also.

Kirov looked at Dimitri in surprise.

Dimitri nodded at him.

The Russian shivered.

After Marley Serle translated this, the black man wailed, "Noooo!"

This time, it was clearly not because of pain, but despair and fear.

The interpreter was considering what to say when the black man shouted in English.

"He said wait! He said Major Orthus knew! He doesn't know where the Chinese were taken, but he knows who took them! It was Major Orthus! The major captured them!"

Perhaps the black man's scream was too sincere, causing the white elite interpreter to be immersed in the desperate and terrified atmosphere. Marley Serle's voice became more anxious and urgent.

Kang De asked, "Where the f*ck is Major Orthus?"

Marley Serle roared, "Where is he?!"

After the black man finished crying and shouting, Marley Serle translated, "The military camp north of Domoni. The major is there! The major is there! I swear! He must be there!"

"Oh, good, good, good, good--I want to know the details of that base."

Marley Serle translated. The frightened black man told him everything.

"Ask him to bring me there. Ask him if he's willing."

After the translation, a crazy yes sounded on the phone.

"Mari? Thank you for your thoughtful and meticulous translation service. I'll call you later. Kirov, you found a very good person. Thank you. Also, help me find a photo of this Major Orthus."

"No problem, brother. Even the Gambia people have government websites. This is easy to find."

Kang De's calm words ended this translation exchange. After the sound of the phone hanging up sounded, Kirov and Marley heaved a sigh of relief at the same time.

Sweat immediately appeared on the interpreter's face.

"F*ck..."

Kirov was not any better.

He waved his hand. "Dimitri, pour him a glass of wine. I want one too."

After the arms dealer finished speaking, he patted his chest and let out a long breath, "D*mn, I knew it. This must be a big shot who kills people like flies..."

On the other hand, Kang De buried the two guard dogs who had been guarding their house but had encountered black people.

Then, he covered the black man's face and carried him out of the company's base.

After leaving the city, he summoned his iron son and stuffed the black man into the front passenger seat. This was the guide.

"Tell me," Kang De said. "Which way?"

He had already accumulated enough violent impressions in the other party's heart. The burly black man shrank in the driver's seat like a little girl and sobbed softly.

Kang De glanced at it and immediately pointed the way crazily.

The Hummer started, circled Domoni, and drove east.

According to the black man, that place was originally the military camp of Comoros. It was said that as soon as the Gambia Army arrived, the garrison of Comoros fled at the sight of it. Now that the military camp was occupied by Gambia, about 300 soldiers were stationed. Of course, it was not that there were 300 people in the military camp. These 300 people were stationed to monitor the security and traffic of the Sangmili and the surrounding towns, especially now. Many people were looking for fun outside.

Kang De frowned.

The invasion army of Gambia was about a thousand people. The defense army of Comoros had more than 900 people. The two sides were evenly matched, but war clearly could not be calculated like this, especially since Gambia was on the invasion side. If he was not careful, he would fall into a troublesome security battle.

Even with his poor war knowledge, he knew that it was relatively crazy to send a third of his troops to guard an area under such circumstances.

--Brother, you only have a thousand people.

However, Gambia actually did this.

There were two more "big cities" like Domoni in Comoros.

Could it be that they had already won? That was why they dared to be so unrestrained and even split up?

However, such a problem was clearly not something a black soldier could understand.

Therefore, Kang De did not ask in detail.

Major Orthus must know.

About an hour later, the military camp was already in sight. Kang De looked out with his binoculars. It was indeed a military camp. There was a moderate wall and guardrail, a large area of permanent barracks that looked like a warehouse, and a beautiful white building. The second floor was said to be Major Orthus' residence.

After asking, Kang De looked at the black man, who looked at him.

Then, he said indifferently, "Goodbye."

The door of the Hummer automatically opened. The black man looked excited and leaned forward to rush down. In the next moment, a hand pressed on his head and twisted 180 degrees.

The corpse was thrown out of the car like a rag doll.

Kirov had already sent the photo of the black major.

Kang De looked at it a few times and seriously remembered this guy's appearance. He took the Lynx rifle in the back seat and covered his face with a scarf to move his body.

The Hummer's engine roared. Horus asked, "Father, are you going to sneak over?"

"Why?"

Kang De checked the magazine and said casually, "Don't you understand? It's very difficult to make him realize what's happening by turning invisible and sneaking over and pressing a gun to this guy's head. It's very difficult to make him afraid or willing to cooperate. I don't want to waste time or trouble to interrogate and threaten him, so..."

He loaded the long and large magazine with a crack.

"Let's directly kill our way in and kill everyone in front of him before asking him."

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