Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

He set off again.

His phone automatically adjusted the time. Kang De compared it. He had been gone for about seven minutes.

This short period of time was absolutely safe for his father, who was in the air raid shelter.

Even if their whereabouts were exposed and the enemy wanted to react, it would definitely be too late in just seven minutes. Even if they locked onto the location and confirmed the coordinates through the satellite and sent out supersonic fighter jets to project drilling lasers to guide bombs, especially with the efficiency of the French, seven minutes was probably only enough to obtain an authorization agreement.

However, to the northern Myanmar mercenaries who were chased by their French counterparts, these seven minutes was a different concept.

After fetching his father and the black king into the car, Kang De opened WeChat and sent Xiaoman a message to report his safety. He returned to the message bar. There was a series of unread messages from the mercenary leader of Northern Myanmar.

He opened it.

There was an unanswered call and two recent messages.

"The enemy has mobilized chariots and armed helicopters. We're prepared to surrender."

"The other party has accepted our surrender, at least on the surface. I'll destroy my phone."

There was also the last location.

There were also a few reminder messages that were recalled.

What had he recalled?

Kang De did not have the time to think carefully, nor did he feel especially vexed because of this. The lives of these people did not have any special meaning to him. Just as Uncle Wang had said, they were mercenaries who did things with money. Their lives were up to fate. Dying on the battlefield was a risk he should take. He had no obligation to save them.

However, there was the freedom to save or not.

The answer was still save. He had previously decided to help because these Burmese people were here to save his father. Regardless of whether they took the money or not, since the other party had done his best, it was worth him thanking and doing him a favor.

Kang Jinzhu asked, "Did they reply?"

Kang De shook his head and said, "They were captured. They decided to surrender, and the other party accepted it."

He showed his father his phone.

Kang Jinzhu only glanced at it briefly. His focus was not on this, but on his son's choice.

"So, you plan to save them?"

"Yes."

Father Kang glanced at him and did not say anything. Instead, he frowned and pondered.

Kang De asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's a little strange." Kang Jinzhu thought for a moment and said, "It seems that Little Bob hasn't given up. They captured the mercenaries your Uncle Wang found. I'm afraid they're still here for you."

"Hmm?" Kang De did not like to use his brain now. "What do you mean?"

Kang Jinzhu said, "To Little Bob, do you think the King of Comoros and a group of mercenaries have the same value? Of course it's the former he wants to capture. Previously, when those people discovered the king, they must have already reported it through long-range communication. Then, you jumped out and killed them all. It's impossible for Little Bob and the others not to notice."

Kang De nodded. "Yes, then?"

"Then, they went to war for those northern Myanmar mercenaries who did not achieve their goal and did not do anything. After we saved the king, armed helicopters and chariots were used by such an important armed force to intercept these low-value targets. Why didn't they try to intercept you again?"

"Don't you think it's very strange? If they're already scared out of their wits, they should immediately retract their strength and escape, not take the risk of provoking you again to capture a group of mercenaries who might be related to you."

At this point, Kang Jinzhu's tone became more and more serious.

The high-intensity killing of nearly half an hour made Kang De's head look like a ball of paste. Although most of the firing missions were handled by Horus, Kang De still took on missions like spatial jump, ammunition replenishment, battlefield command, and temporary enchantment. He still had to take the time to jump out and kill the enemy with a sneak attack. Moreover, he had to use the power of the Fire Thief to resolve the enemy's magic attack. It was almost no different from personally going to the battle formation and fighting a bloody battle.

His mental exhaustion was even harder to endure than his body's exhaustion. He rested for a long time before slowly recovering. He yawned and asked, "Are they planning to interrogate the mercenaries for information?"

"That's definitely the case. After all, other than us who know, in the eyes of the outside world, those Burmese are definitely on your side. Their battle and pursuit in Comoros are completely covering for you—Little Bob is most likely afraid of you. He's anxious to figure out who you are and your background."

Kang De wiped his face. "So, is this still a family feud?"

Kang Jinzhu was stunned for a moment and smiled at this statement. "That's not wrong."

Then, his smile disappeared and he said, "Of course, there's another suspicious point about this."

"What's suspicious?"

"Location confirmed… These mercenaries are only mercenaries. There won't be radar or satellite links. They've also searched for the king for two days. Why did they find these mercenaries so quickly?"

After Kang Jinzhu finished speaking, he turned to ask the black king, "Your Majesty, how did Little Bob's people find you? Do they have higher-level battlefield information support?"

Ever since he was shouted at by this father and son, Chakat II had become silent along the way. It was unknown what he was thinking, but from time to time, he would look at Kang De, as if he had not given up on his plan.

Hearing Kang Jinzhu's question, he sighed.

"They knew that I was injured and that we did not dare to run to the neighboring country, so they deployed a patrol convoy on our possible route. There were also helicopters to investigate and support at low altitudes. The King's Guards hid for two days, and my injuries worsened. They really had no choice, so they decided to take a gamble, return to Comoros, and rush into the Chinese Embassy… In the end, they were intercepted halfway."

At this point, the young king's eyes were red. He was alone now.

Kang Jinzhu comforted the king, then turned to look at Kang De, "It's already so troublesome to search for the king, so why did they find the mercenaries so quickly?"

Kang De looked above his head. "Does this mean that the satellite has finally successfully changed orbit?"

"It's a possible guess, but I think the possibility is very small. The French government might not be so ostentatious… After all, this is not a glorious thing and involves a huge secret."

At this point, Kang Jinzhu's expression darkened, "If that's the case, there's only one more likely possibility."

"What?"

"There's a way to determine their location at an extremely fast speed, but it's not the location of those Burmese. The Burmese are not Little Bob's goal, but they happen to be with the true goal."

Kang De blinked. His mind was gradually coming to life.

In a flash, he thought of the correct answer.

"Those two British people… their tweets!"

"That's right. You've already reminded them before." Kang Jinzhu's expression was gloomy, "You chatted with your friend before and said that Twitter is a fair and just company that guarantees freedom of speech… Which country's company is it again?"

There was silence.

The car shook slightly in the high-speed movement. The father and son were speechless facing each other. After a while, Kang Jinzhu said bitterly, "Of course, it's only a guess. Moreover, the French don't like to wear the same pants as the Americans, especially in African matters, and it's such a thing… Perhaps it's just an ordinary information exchange."

Kang De turned around and inserted his phone into the open socket of the car deck. He casually said, "Yes."

Kang Jinzhu sighed faintly, "But no matter what, you won't stop, right?"

Kang De said indifferently, "It's not a direct battle, but a shady situation under the table. There's no difference between a permanent member, two permanent members, or even three permanent members…"

The front windshield of the Hummer darkened. Immediately, the Google map appeared. The last location sent by the mercenary leader appeared. Kang De pointed and the location and angle changed.

Seeing this scene, Kang Jinzhu sighed, "How many secrets do you have?"

"A lot," Kang De said. "The kind that can't be finished in three days and three nights. Of course, this is not the point of the problem. The mercenaries have already been captured. Let's make a guess for the time being. Little Bob is anxious to obtain information and is inclined to take them hostage, so these people will be sent somewhere."

The map unfolded. The four neighbors, the road passage, and even the many cities, villages, and towns in Comoros.

"Not long ago, I just collapsed the Comoros Palace and killed through half of it. No matter how ambitious Little Bob is, he doesn't dare to continue to stay there…" Kang De snapped his fingers, "Ask this black king. If Little Bob escapes in a sorry state, where will he choose to stay…"

Father Kang translated. When the king heard this, he leaned out and stared at the screen of the front glass.

His eyes flickered as he first pointed at the military camp near Domoni, "This camp was helped by the French. The facilities are intact and there are enough resources…"

The corners of Kang De's lips twitched. "…I smashed this place."

Chakat II glanced at Kang De faintly and pointed at the king's mausoleum, "That's here… We spent a lot of effort operating this holy tomb. There's a thick door, a coiled mountain road, sentry posts along the way, and a vast camp. Although a portion is open as a tourist attraction, we can completely station troops and even support defense as an excellent strategic location…"

Kang De looked a little embarrassed. "I've smashed this too."

The king's expression became extremely resentful. He asked a few more questions. After confirming, he sighed, "Alright, at the very least, help me expel and kill all the invaders who disturbed my ancestor's sleep."

He thought for a moment. "Then, there's only one place Little Bob can go."

Chakat II pointed to the west. "Comoros National Airport… is the one I told you about earlier. It's already closed. There's a large number of resources stored by the French in advance…"

"Isn't this a dead end?"

Kang De shook his head.

On the screen, the last location of the Burmese was connected to the airport. It marked three routes and the shortest straight path, and it was connected to Kang De's current location, forming a triangle.

Then, according to the last communication time, he marked the possible location of the convoy's return.

The coordinates were determined at the speed of 60, 70, and 80 kilometers per hour.

It confirmed the interception area.

As well as the best interception route.

Kang Jingzhu and Chakat II were dazzled.

Kang Jinzhu was fine. Although such a scene was a little intelligent and science fiction, it was completely acceptable compared to his son's Flying Thunder God Technique that crossed the sky.

The black king could not remain calm. He asked, "Is this car for sale? How much is it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the car collided with a bang and there was a heavy earthquake, causing Chakat II to fall back into the back seat. At that moment, a ridge suddenly appeared in the waist of the back seat and pressed against the king's lower back, causing him to affect the wound in his abdomen. It was so painful that he shouted.

Kang De turned around and said, "Friend, you might not know how many French and Gambia people died at my hands along the way… Do you know why they died?"

King Chakat's face was a little dark. He asked shakily, "Why?"

Kang De smiled faintly, "They were punished because they coveted something that did not belong to them. They deserve this outcome, right?"

"Yes, yes, I deeply agree, deeply agree…"

He did not know if Brother Black understood.

"80 kilometers per hour. To the armed convoy, it's already the speed of a crazy dog snatching feces."

Perhaps in the eyes of the other two, he was talking to himself.

"We'll intercept them in advance according to 80 kilometers per hour, but there are several routes at the same time. In that case, we need some auxiliary items."

The door opened and Kang De flipped out of the car. He stood on the roof and attached the spatial anchor to his iron son's weapons station. Then, he activated his ability to come to the white fog world.

The previous war was very urgent and tiring, so he did not leisurely check the spoils of war. The greatest gain this time was probably the mechanical puppets of the group of alchemists.

Most of the puppets participating in the battle had been destroyed and cut open by Horus, but many spares had been captured intact. There were supply carts, spare parts, and assembled finished products. Some were placed in boxes, and some were in a state of preparation. There were copper balls half the height of a person, ghosts curled up like statues, and mechanical insects like sacred beetles placed in boxes.

"It can fly. It's larger and faster…"

The gargoyle was slightly huge and relatively terrifying. If the passing witnesses saw it, there would be trouble…

After searching, Kang De's eyes lit up.

The silver box bloomed with a blue light. The intertwining mechanical lock turned and relaxed. The box unfolded, revealing glorious golden wings. From the memory fragments of the alchemist, the name of this thing was…

The Hima Eagle.

He took out this hollow metal statue and let the eagle claw rest on his arm.

His mental strength spread out, and the blue magic stone on the chest of the Hima Eagle shone. Magic patterns spread out and the gears moved. This eagle turned its body and slowly spread its wings. Then, the green arcane wind that was restrained flowed out of the hollow wing bones and tail bones. An invisible and material arcane light wing stirred the wind of the world.

Black light flashed. Kang De returned to Earth and his mental strength seeped out. The Hima Eagle flapped its wings and soared into the sky, flapping its wings and whistling into the distance.

"Father." Horus's voice sounded in his earpiece. "How do you feel?"

Kang De closed his eyes and felt it. He said, "I'm not used to it. I'm a little distracted…"

Distraction was the basic quality of a mage. After a long period of obvious training and mental strength cultivation, it allowed them to be competent in a complicated and changing spellcasting environment.

Manipulating ten arcane missiles to hit eight different targets was only the basics. This multi-core and multi-thread operation technique was not only suitable for spell combat, but also in the various fields studied by mages.

For example, concocting magic medicines. He had to process various magic ingredients at different temperatures and methods at the same time, pay attention to the changes in every material, and seize the fleeting opportunity to fuse before he could concoct a high-quality magic medicine.

Copying scrolls, controlling magic puppets, engraving magic patterns, enchanted items, analytical spells… These all needed the ultimate use of a mage's mental strength. On this point, Earthlings could not compare.

Look at the battle on both sides. If it was a mage from another world, they would be schizophrenic. Who did not know how to do it? Even a junior mage could write and stroke at the same time.

Kang De had the crystal strengthening and the Fire Thief inheritance. When he rushed to Red Maple City's rescue, he absorbed a few more. The quality and use of his mental strength were naturally not bad. However, he had never been systematically learned by a spellcaster and was still not used to such a subtle use technique.

He shook his head and said, "I still have to practice."

Horus tried to say, "I might be able to do it, but I don't know how to control them. What's the so-called mental strength… Do I have such a thing?"

Kang De smiled. "When this battle is over, find a famous mage to help you ask and see if you can control them. Let's create an explosive dragonfly and a terrifying robot… It's time for you to have company."

"That sounds good."

After chatting for a while, Horus gathered his courage and said, "Father… your father is still very worried about you. I just don't know how to tell you. I discovered that he hesitated at least five times and looked at you worriedly eleven times. I think why don't you try to be appropriately honest and confide in him?"

Kang De was silent for a moment, then said, "Horus, not all fathers and sons are like us."

"I don't understand."

"I don't understand either."

Kang De sighed. "So, don't imitate me."

He flipped back into the driver's seat.

He was silent all the way until his father's 18th worried gaze and 9th time hesitated.

"Don't look at me like that, as if I'm an unfilial son who doesn't listen to discipline and rebelled against his parents."

Kang De finally said, "Alright, after this is over, I'll tell you everything and take the initiative to explain. Don't frown all day. I didn't become a bad child."

Kang Jinzhu sighed, "When your Uncle Wang was in the army, everyone knew that he was serving his motherland and doing the best open and honest things in the world. However, his father still looked miserable all day, afraid that he would not return one day. I'm not worried that you'll become a bad person. I've never been worried about this."

"I understand."

Kang De was silent for a long time before saying softly, "I'll try my best."

In the mental connection, the Hima Eagle swept through the sky. Vision sharing appeared in his mind. In the blue sky and the blowing dust, the outline of the helicopter had already appeared.

"I'll be back soon."

A black light flashed. Kang De jumped out of the spatial door and grabbed the claw of the Hima Eagle.

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