Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The sky in West Africa changed. The weather was unpredictable. After the Hummer ran for two hours, the clouds rolled and the moonlight disappeared, and the stars disappeared.

The ground was dark. Horus had no choice but to turn on the headlights. Only then could he move safely at high speed. In the dark and silent night, the two xenon headlights were simply as dazzling as a lighthouse. This meant that the probability of being discovered had greatly increased, and it meant that there were more variables.

Along the way, they had already encountered two sentry posts and a small patrol team. They were all from the armed forces of that mercenary.

The other party had already seen the bright light of the headlights and heard the powerful roar of the Hummer's engine. He even covered the body of the car with a searchlight and set up the machine gun.

He had no choice but to kill them all.

The battle process was simple, fast, and capable, so much so that no one had the time to send out the news of the attack. After all, even if these mercenary soldiers had undergone strict training, they could not imagine that they would encounter such a powerful enemy combination one day.

It was fine if it was a Transformer, but not only was that human born with divine strength and had X-ray vision, but he also f*cking knew all kinds of superpowers. Who would have thought of this?

Killing the witnesses, destroying the corpses, and destroying the evidence were straightforward, but this did not mean that everything was fine. Although the enemy did not have the time to send the news of the attack, the mercenary command would discover the problem of losing contact sooner or later. Then, they would realize that the enemy had already entered the Comoros battlefield and that danger was approaching.

The advantage of the enemy being in the open and him being in the dark would be reduced.

Once the mercenary leader realized this, the potential risk his father and the others faced would increase. Even if it only increased a little, it was something Kang De could not tolerate.

He wanted to save his father before the other party discovered the problem.

Therefore, his methods were cruel and fast, and he did not leave anyone alive. Therefore, the first thing he did to launch the attack was to pull the electric switch and destroy the surveillance camera. This was because he could not let the enemy know that the attacker was Chinese and let these d*mned mercenaries realize that he was here for those Chinese hostages.

The Hummer accelerated again and sped on the uneven road.

The light in the car illuminated Kang De's expressionless face as he listened to the information Kirov had gathered.

"The reason for the war is very formal. It originated from a land that had long been disputed between the two countries, Comoros and Gambia. That land was originally occupied by Comoros, and then an incident of Gambia citizens being shot to death happened. You understand. This method is classic and useful. It's simply never outdated."

"It's worth mentioning that the Gambia royal family is relatively close to the Comoros royal family. In fact, the culture, origin, and population of the two countries are deeply related. The war slogan of the Gambia King is to end the division and dispute and completely end the dispute and conflict between the two countries. Of course, we don't know what he thinks… He might have reached some agreement with that mercenary."

"In fact…"

At this point, the Russian paused.

Kang De asked, "In fact what?"

"Friend, I don't mean to make any conspiracy theories, but the old leader of this mercenary is Big Bob Burroughs. Although the French government won't admit it, everyone knows who privately nodded at his series of coups and military operations in Africa in his early years. It's simply unimaginable that a legendary mercenary with blood on his hands can actually spend his later years in his country…"

Hearing the Russian hesitating, a cold glint flashed through Kang De's eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I think with just this mercenary group, they might be qualified to make an armed transaction with a small African country, but they definitely don't have the guts to detain Chinese citizens. Definitely not."

Kirov's tone became serious, "Believe me, mercenaries are the same as us. We're all regulars wandering in the gray area. We seem to be unscrupulous and do everything, but that's only the appearance. In fact, we know awe better than anyone and follow the rules…"

"—Of course, rules refer to what we think are rules."

"To this mercenary or security company led by Bob Burroughs that is inextricably linked to the West French government and has a certain reputation and formal industry internationally, the greatest rule is to fear the true power of this world and abide by the international order established by the P5."

Kang De twisted his neck. "But they still kidnapped them… Who gave them the courage?"

Kirov said in a low voice, "That depends on what's in the king's mausoleum… Perhaps huge benefits made them take the risk, or perhaps it was privately instructed by a big shot."

"I have to emphasize something, my friend. This is not sowing discord and stirring up trouble."

"No matter what, with Big Bob's invisible power status in Comoros or the influence of France on Africa, it's impossible for the French government not to know about the battle between Gambia and Comoros and even the role of this mercenary in it. They're even the secret promoter."

"Don't forget that the maritime air defense of Comoros was outsourced to France, but they didn't move at all."

On the other end of the phone, Kang De was silent for a long time.

He knew what Kirov meant.

If it was really as he said, and there was a conspiracy and plan of a certain government behind all of this, the enemy he had to face might not only be a group of mercenaries who earned black-hearted money and war wealth.

Instead, it was one of the five permanent members. A traditional European country, it still had a large number of overseas colonies. Its sphere of influence almost radiated to the whole of Africa and it had a group of powerful allies. The number of military bases worldwide was second only to the United States. Aerospace countries and nuclear powers maintained powerful armies that could leave the NATO system and maintain an independent effective nuclear deterrence. Their military production ability was extremely high, and their own combat system was extremely complete.

Such a country.

Although Comoros' operation might only be a secret decision of this huge creature, and although it would almost 100% not fight the other party's true military strength in Comoros…

However, the P5 was still the P5.

"Brother, I have to say that don't worry. You're the same as me. We all have a powerful motherland that's worth being proud of, especially you. Don't worry, your motherland is the only non-white country among the five permanent members."

The Russian's meaning was very simple.

If the behind-the-scenes game and strategy were really involved on this scale, the wisest choice was to report to his motherland for help. At most, he would obtain some irrefutable evidence and let his motherland have the chance to attack and pressure and make the French suffer.

"Thank you, Kirov."

Kang De said softly, "But my father, my grandfather, and I, or rather, the people before my generation, are not willing to trouble our motherland until we're at our wits' end."

The Russian said in surprise, "But…"

"Alright, there are no buts. Thank you for your information. If possible, please continue to collect. I'm about to reach my destination," Kang De said. "It's just some white pigs. Watch me blow them up."

In a sense, Kirov, who was also a white pig, smacked his lips.

He could only say one popular sentence on the Chinese Internet, "As long as you're happy."

After hanging up, Kang De slowly exhaled. "Why should I be happy?"

Perhaps handing over evidence and asking his motherland to pressure him was the wisest thing to do, but this round trip required a lot of time, and many variables would happen. This was because the human heart was unpredictable and accidents were difficult to control. Instead of looking forward to the help of others, it was better to use knives and swords to fight for it.

The Hummer stopped under a cliff.

This king's mausoleum was buried with generations of previous kings of Comoros, but the mausoleum itself had an even older history. It was an ancient ruin that had existed before it was conquered by the European colonists. Although it had experienced the looting and archaeology of the colonists, it still maintained its intact holiness. It held a huge meaning in the hearts of the Comoros people and was extremely important to the Comoros royal family.

This ancient mausoleum had been developed into a scenic tourist area, but it was only partially open. This was one of the areas with the highest construction in Comoros. There was even a king's guard guarding it. It had relatively flat roads, permanent fortifications, a regular military camp, and many necessary facilities.

Now, he could still smell smoke and death here. Clearly, this famous historical site had experienced another war. White people holding weapons set foot here again, just like hundreds of years ago.

What a huge irony.

Kang De pushed open the car door and got out.

The life detection mark had a detection range. If it was too far away and too thick, it would affect the effect. However, just from observing the camp from here, he could still see that it was heavily guarded and facing a great enemy.

Many large cars were parked there.

The camp was brightly lit and he could even vaguely hear the sound of machinery.

This meant that the excavation of the tomb was still continuing.

In other words, the kidnapped Chinese people were almost certain to still be here.

Kang De took a deep breath and calmed his anxious heart.

He had to calm down.

He said to himself.

This time was different from before. Previously, it did not matter if he went into stealth or not. He could just rush in and fight.

However, not this time.

He could not use a gun, or explosives, or make too much noise.

He could not attract the enemy's attention.

The most ideal situation was to sneak in and quietly kill all the enemies one by one. Then, he would swagger out calmly with his father and the others.

Any action that alarmed the enemy would increase the danger factor.

Therefore, he really had to go into stealth this time.

Fortunately, he still had some experience in this aspect.

"It's like going back in time, right? The feeling of putting on newbie equipment again and adding layers of restrictions to myself to challenge a difficult dungeon…"

Kang De returned from the white fog world and his entire outfit was brand new. He joked to relieve his nervousness, "Son, you haven't lived a hard life. At that time, I had to count the bullets when I fired. If I could use an axe, I would use it. I'm not like you now, extravagant and wasteful, casually splashing water…"

Horus did not respond to his joke.

The Transformer was silent for a moment until Kang De felt a little strange. Then he spoke.

"Father…"

Amidst the cracking sounds, he transformed into a steel giant. His purple eyes looked in the direction of the distant tomb and said in an uncertain tone, "Something seems to be calling me there. It's the last time I came to Earth. At that time, Myanmar gave me the feeling that it's closer, very close…"

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