Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

357 Africa's Number One

No one was able to sleep tonight.

This was the case for everyone in Moroni.

The commoners were better, but to the king, officials, ambassadors of the various countries, and even Russian spies, explosive news came one after another.

Firstly, the French mercenary group who fought for Gambia used incendiary bombs and white phosphorus bombs on civilians in a crazy manner. They almost lifted the lid and exposed the scheme of the French government.

Then, a superhuman from China appeared out of nowhere and shattered everyone's decades of scientific and worldview. Then, everyone knew something else.

The villain also had supernatural power!

—Moreover, it was the most f*cking strange mind control ability!

They were all men. If they had the chance to have such a mind control superpower, it would naturally be extremely good or even dreamed of. However, if the guy with this ability was a f*cking pervert who used white phosphorus bombs and incendiary bombs on civilians, then…

—Destroy him, destroy him, destroy him, destroy him!

In the underground bomb shelter of the embassy, Kang Jinzhu moved his wrist. Ever since Kang De called, he had immediately asked the embassy military officer to handcuff him to the chair and restrict all his mobility.

This was because he had also seen that golden ball.

He did not want to become a teammate or family member who would drag the protagonist down at a critical moment in the movie.

—I'll be mocked to death by that little brat after this, okay? The kind that I won't be able to get over for the rest of my life.

It was not until Kang De returned that he heaved a sigh of relief. His son handed him a talisman. "Put it on and hide it."

This talisman was made of two antlers made of several verdant vines and was decorated with thin green buds. Its shape was extremely elegant and beautiful. Just from its appearance, it was obvious that it was extraordinary.

Kang Jinzhu did not ask about its background. After putting it on, he asked, "It can resist some kind of mind control?"

Kang De nodded and said, "Yes, effective."

Father Kang put this talisman close to his body and asked, "How do you plan to deal with this?"

Kang De replied, "Find him and blow him up."

"…" Father Kang sighed, "It's so satisfying to have superpowers. You can even speak so pretentiously."

"Yes, superhumans can do whatever they want," Kang De said proudly. "However, I don't think you'll ever understand such a realm."

"Don't let anything go wrong." Kang Jinzhu frowned and said, "Moreover, seriously, that thing can control the mind… It's not only an ordinary antique. Have you thought of what to do with it?"

Kang De exhaled.

This thing was indeed hot to the touch. If possible, he did not want too many people to know the function of this thing. However, with so many eyes staring, the saved Comoros had mouths. Little Bob could not keep it a secret. Such a thing could not be hidden even if he wanted to.

Even if he could hide it for a moment, there was a possibility of it being leaked sooner or later.

Or rather, it was extremely huge.

He said, "As a Chinese, I naturally want to hand this thing to the country… However, you know that this can't be hidden. If I secretly hand it to the country, the Americans and the French will know sooner or later. If these foreigners find out that our country has obtained a divine artifact that can control people's hearts…"

At this point, he shrugged.

There were some things that did not have to be explained in detail.

Kang Jinzhu's expression was serious as he slowly nodded.

"So, what's your plan?"

"At the very least, we can't let the French get him. The king knows about this, and the Russians might have guessed something. I instructed them to delay and not let the Westerners know about this for at least 24 hours. The main thing is that we don't know if the various countries have anything similar. If this tool to control people is unique in the world, the French will probably fall out and snatch it."

Kang De replied, "I want to kill Little Bob and snatch this item. I can't keep this thing. Destroy it or wait for a good method to deal with it…"

At this point, he sighed, "This thing originally completely belongs to Comoros. It was dug out of the ancestral grave of the king's family… Unfortunately, I can't keep it. I can only think of a way to help Comoros get a sum of money. Speaking of which—tell the country about this first."

Kang Jinzhu glared at him and said, "Why do you want me to say it again? Can't you go yourself?"

"No, I'm timid and afraid. I don't dare to say it. It's better for you to do it," Kang De replied. "Just respond a few times. Don't tell me the outcome in detail. I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen. What are you looking at? Report your work to that lord every few days. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

"…How baffling."

"I know what I'm doing."

The father and son chatted for a while more.

Although the situation was relatively urgent, Kang De was still nagging his father. Kang Jinzhu naturally interacted with him without any impatience or urging.

Perhaps it was his intuition as a father.

He was almost certain that Kang De's hand was stained with blood again, and there was a lot of it.

However, this time, he no longer pressed his son.

"Alright, I should go." Kang De looked at the time. "It's getting late. Why don't you sleep?"

Kang Jinzhu nodded. "Yes, sleep if you're tired."

Kang De looked at the room. Although it was a bomb shelter, this separate room was not bad. He casually left a beacon and said, "Don't leave unless I appear in front of you, understand?"

"What a busybody. Let's go, let's go."

Kang De laughed and pushed open the door.

Two armed police officers were standing guard outside the door. He nodded in greeting and chatted with Ambassador He. According to the traditional virtues of the Chinese people, don't chat too enthusiastically with officials above the science level to show our pride.

He pushed everything to his father and said, "I'm young and insensible and unreliable. Tell my father any instructions and thoughts." Then, he ran away.

The Hummer stopped outside.

Kang De jumped into the car and Horus asked, "Father, am I on guard here?"

His old father nodded in relief. "Child, you've grown up and become sensible. Stay here and guard your master."

Horus asked, "Father went to settle scores with Little Bob?"

Kang De nodded and said, "Yes, I don't want to suddenly hear the news of hundreds or thousands of Wuling Hongguang rushing over, or thousands of zombie armies drowning here…"

"Speaking of which, I feel a little strange."

His iron son said, "Little Bob's lineup this time is a little… noisy but small, right? I mean, he could have done better."

Kang De nodded and said, "I understand. He's a scum and pervert who can drop white phosphorus bombs and detonate gasoline napalm in the civilian area, but he didn't place strong explosives in the cars that rushed over tonight. There doesn't seem to be any—then what's the point of attacking Moroni? Is he only trying to lure us to shoot and kill?"

His hand knocked on the steering wheel as he pondered, "It's not impossible. There are no dangerous explosive items in the car. Then, if they're shot outside Moroni, this matter can be unquestionably characterized as a massacre of civilians… However, it's indeed very strange and a little deliberate."

Horus's magnetic electronic voice sounded from the speaker.

"Then there's only one explanation, Father. Little Bob is promoting his strength or rather, threatening his enemies."

"I think if a certain person's actions are abnormal and his motive is unknown, we can deduce in the opposite direction."

"In other words, the response and actions of his main enemy or target are the motive and intentions of his abnormal actions."

When Kang De heard this, he whistled.

"Wow," he praised. "You've improved greatly."

Horus's voice was still calm. "I've always been taught by Father. Of course I learned very quickly."

Kang De was very happy.

Good child.

"Little Bob probably wants to lure me over, or lure me out. Tactical misdirection, or a trap," Kang De said indifferently. "However, these are completely meaningless. His tricks and tricks are not worth mentioning, because I know what I'm facing. I have relevant experience, and he knows nothing about true strength."

He chatted with his son for a while longer and agreed on some signal and defense matters.

He opened the car door and left.

The Hummer stopped quietly in the courtyard of the embassy. To others, it looked like an ordinary modified car. Horus quietly observed everything around him and watched his father leave through the door.

Even his father did not know that his iron son's storage and reading module was operating at high speed.

"Of course, I learn very quickly."

Horus said silently, "By the way, Comoros' wireless network is even worse than Myanmar's."

As soon as Kang De left the embassy, he was stopped by Chakat II, who was waiting there.

"Brother!"

The black man sniffled and his eyes were a little red. He patted Kang De's shoulder and did not know what to say. When his true mood was shaken and his emotions surged, it was easier for people who were usually endless and eloquent to be at a loss and not know what to say.

He held it in for a long time before saying, "I… I won't betray you, and neither will Comoros."

Kang De patted his shoulder.

His smile was a little complicated.

—Don't be so sure, brother.

He no longer had much expectations for human morals.

"I'm serious."

Chakat II's expression was unprecedentedly sincere, and his eyes turned even redder, "It's just that I've thought about it again and again and don't know how to repay you. There's not much money left in the royal account. It still has to be used for compensation, reconstruction, and rescue. I'm only a king who rules the poorest country in Africa. I'm a king, but I'm the poorest king in the world. Even Gambia can bully me. The French have never taken me seriously. My country is enduring war and the future is hidden in the fog. Brother, I don't know how to repay you…"

He sighed, "I'm not a woman, and I don't have a sister or daughter. Otherwise…"

"…Stop."

Kang De said seriously, "We'll talk about how to repay me in the future. For now, do what needs to be done."

"Yes, yes, I understand. I only want to say that it's not only today and day, brother. We won't forget everything you did tonight, although…"

The black man sighed. He looked tired and sad.

"However, other than gratitude, we can't take out anything else. F*ck, this is really sad. We accept help and feel kindness, but we can't repay it, as if we're receiving charity…"

As he spoke, Chakat II looked up at the dreary night sky.

"I can't even protect the relics of my ancestors…"

The war and pain that had happened in Comoros, the treasure excavated from the tomb of the King of Comoros, how to deal with that thing with terrifying magic, the details, the plan discussed, and the games of the various sides were only open and covert battles between the few giants on Earth. They had nothing to do with the little Comoros.

Even if this treasure had been excavated from the tomb of King Comoros and the Comoros royal family had unquestionable ownership of it—no one cared, no one cared.

Kang De sighed.

A man's wealth was his own ruin.

Once such a supernatural item that could control people's hearts appeared in front of the world, it was no longer something a small Comoros could keep. It was useless no matter what he said.

This world was still disgustingly real.

He slowly said, "I'm very regretful, but there's nothing I can do."

Even he felt that leaving such a thing in the world was troublesome and should be destroyed. However, before that, he could fight for a considerable purchase fee for Comoros. This was already the limit.

"You don't have to say that…"

The king said softly, "You've already done enough. Even if you want me to give that to you, I'm willing. What else can I ask for? If Comoros can't defend the treasure and beg the outsiders to help us take it back, even I won't have the face to make such a request."

There was still pungent smoke in the air. This city could not hide its cries and was casually fiddled with by the large countries. It sat on rich land, but it was still backward. The pain of its people, the scars of history, and today's hatred.

The burden, humiliation, hatred, and helplessness were all pressed on the young king's shoulder.

He had almost lost his country. Now, it was also a devastated country, the most backward country in the world.

Chakat II said in a daze, "Do we still have hope? Can we still find justice?"

The sins that the colonists had once committed, the pain left behind by the West in this land, the wounds of history, and the sins that had yet to dissipate were derived. On one hand, it was the most backward area in the world, and on the other hand, the Western world that dominated the political, economic, and military situation of the world was more than worlds apart.

Was there any hope of catching up?

Could he still hear a sincere apology?

Such a question made countless people despair.

Chakat II had once traveled the West and seen their appearance with his own eyes. It was precisely because of this that he was desperate and felt deeply helpless.

"How will we know if we don't try?"

A voice sounded.

The king looked up.

"Back then, our China could go from being poor and enemies of the entire world to being second in the world. Your Comoros has our country's help. With my help, I don't think it's a problem to be first in Africa."

Kang De smiled at him. "I think we can try."

"Number one in Africa…"

Chakat II revealed a complicated smile, not knowing what to say.

However, why not try?

"In any case, I don't have any other work other than the king."

He held Kang De's outstretched hand.

In any case, it would not be worse, right?

Then, the two of them bade farewell under the night.

Kang De smiled and said, "Then, I'll help you clean the house first."

The king said, "Soon, this will also be your home."

Kang De looked disgusted. "Let me make it clear first. I don't want to marry your distant relative."

"…That's not what I meant."