Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"Ah, acting alone."

It was already late at night. The Hima Eagle was flying on the ground of Comoros.

The goal was the airport west of Moroni. This was also the first place King Chakat had mentioned. When the war broke out, it was captured by the Gambia army and French mercenaries as quickly as possible. There was long accumulated a large number of resources that had been prepared in advance. They were prepared for the second stage of this drama.

The French wanted the things in King Comoros' tomb.

They also wanted the thing in the King of Gambia's tomb.

The two countries were originally one. It had been like this hundreds of years ago and during the colonial period.

However, after the end of World War II, the United States and the Soviet Union tacitly disintegrated the colonial system and completely ended the overlord era of the old imperialism, opening up a new century of power. In the years of that independence movement, the people and areas that had once been colonized, oppressed, and exploited continuously built countries. The once high and mighty suzerain country had no choice but to return its power. On the surface, it left, but it left behind despicable backup plans with ill intentions.

Belgium's arrangements in Rwanda directly led to the Rwanda massacre which shocked the world.

The measures before the British left made India actually still a messy country formed by countless small countries. The hidden dangers and trouble continued into the new century, and India was only one example.

France, let alone France. This country still maintained de facto colonization in Africa and had a terrifying economic, cultural, political, military, and other influence on many countries on this continent. It had lasted until today—perhaps because of democracy, freedom, and love.

Gambia and Comoros were divided by France for various considerations on the eve of independence.

Now, they were even fighting.

Behind this was still the unspeakable conspiracy of the French government.

Because the world had changed and become strange, some strange situations appeared. It was as if the curtain had already been drawn on a new era. France wanted to seize the initiative and monopolize the things in the tombs of Gambia and Comoros. However, in order to hide it and hide it from the four competitors, they found Big Bob, who had great influence and reputation in Africa. Therefore, they hit it off and cooperated again.

Big Bob controlled the lifeline of Comoros. It was the French government that instigated Gambia to start an invasion war. Big Bob sent his son to bring people to be hired by Gambia and beat him up. Because Comoros had long been infiltrated by the Burroughs family, the war ended in an instant. The king who was unwilling to cooperate was expelled. Little Bob's people naturally occupied the tomb of King Comoros and dug out the treasure inside as soon as possible.

This was the first stage.

In the second stage, Little Bob instructed his subordinates to fire shells at the French Embassy in Moroni, causing casualties. Then, they were all pushed to the Gambia people, causing international shock, allowing France to naturally send troops to interfere and liberate Comoros. They counterattacked at lightning speed and knocked the King of Gambia down like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

The international community would only think that France was taking the opportunity to make a fuss and support the two French-friendly governments. They would never think that the true goal of the French was the ancient tombs of the two countries.

Dream on.

However, things were stuck at this stage.

It was simply retribution.

The colonization and suppression of the French in this area made the people of this area low-quality, poorly educated, and lazy. In order to save trouble, these black workers made a huge mistake and almost messed up the excavation of the king's mausoleum. Little Bob had no choice but to hire professional engineers from the country overnight.

This free and revolutionary French engineer still put on his beloved yellow armor the day before he left for Africa and called for freedom with his comrades in the Arc de Triomphe. Of course, the evil French dictatorship did not give him freedom. Instead, it gave him the detention of truncheons, violence, and democracy.

This caused Little Bob to be helpless and could only capture the best engineer from Comoros.

He happened to capture a Chinese man with the surname Kang.

This man surnamed Kang happened to have a transmigrator son who had killed countless people in the other world.

Therefore, Kang De came.

The operation failed. The lid was lifted and the plan was all messed up. The French must be in a very sorry state now.

It was all retribution.

No matter which segment it was, if the French did it slightly better, Kang De would probably not come. This matter would not have evolved into this situation.

In fact, if Little Bob did not plan to silence the Chinese he had captured after this and did not plan to transfer the target of the attack from the French Embassy to the Chinese Embassy, if their attitude could be better, Kang De would not have targeted the Burroughs family and made up his mind to kill this French guy's entire family.

Therefore, these were all retribution.

"This can completely be called genocide and crimes against humanity."

On the way, he picked up the news from the king. After Chakat II controlled the order of Moroni, he thought of a way to contact the large and small settlements in the country. From the city to the town, he tried his best to contact everyone. Then he heard the bad news.

A few towns had lost contact and their locations were near the airport.

This meant that Yuri Little Bob had most likely gone out to control the civilians again.

—What a joke. Is the assassination of the President of the United States so fun? You also like to control civilians to run around?

In order to prevent any more trouble, Kang De had no choice but to change his plan and try to intercept the controlled civilians gathered by Little Bob to prevent this b*stard from thinking of disgusting ideas again.

He really found it.

Starlight sprinkled down and a large-scale dispersal spell was activated. Another group of controlled people returned to normal. The convoy slowly stopped. A few were even rear-ended, but everyone returned to normal.

The spell scroll used to disperse large-scale mental interference and clear one's mind was very effective. As expected of something produced by the elves, it could actually break the mind control of an ancient strange object on Earth.

Did this mean…

Kang De shook his head and dispersed the excess thoughts. Now was not the time to think about this.

As long as it was useful.

He called King Chakat again, then casually grabbed a Comorian who was controlled to drive the night car and answered. The king had a way. He ordered these people to turn on the car radio and speak to these citizens on the Moroni National Radio, ordering them to immediately go home and find their mothers. These black people were the most obedient in their panic, so the birds and beasts dispersed.

As for the information, without exception, he saw the golden thing in Little Bob's hand. After a golden light, he did not know anything and was in a daze. He only woke up now, as if he had a strange dream. He was very tired and panicked and wanted to sleep well.

"Something is wrong."

Kang De, who continued to travel, sat on the wide back of the Seymour Eagle. Of course, he sat back.

Although sitting upright was very flashy, the f*cking high-altitude cold air directly poured into his nose and mouth. It was very uncomfortable. It was a little deliberate, wasteful, and stupid to use a shield to block it. Therefore, when no one saw it, Kang De chose to be practical and not impressive.

…So when those sword immortals, sorcerers, and supermen flew in the wind, they did not have a headache from the cold wind? Didn't the wind blow their faces and mouths until they were funny? Wasn't the wind dazzling? How did they do it?

With such a terrifying question, Kang De said to the king, "This is the second batch and it's also heading in the direction of the airport. I have full reason to suspect that after Little Bob controlled them, he ordered them to go to the airport and not to Moroni or anywhere else to die."

Chakat II was worried. "What does he want to do?"

"There are only two possibilities."

Kang De was not in the situation. He was not a Comorian, let alone a king, so he would not be as worried as Chakat II that his citizens' judgment and thinking ability would decrease. His thoughts were very clear.

"Firstly, he learned the lesson outside Moroni. In other words, we can think that his goal is to send civilians to attack Moroni and attract our fire. He will take the opportunity to label us as slaughtering civilians. Now, he has discovered that his goal is very difficult to achieve, so…"

Kang De was silent for a moment before saying, "Therefore, I plan to plant some bombs in the car this time. At the very least, I want these people to play some role or add some other modifications before sending them out to play with the self-destruction truck."

"Beast!"

Chakat II gritted his teeth and said, "What about the second possibility?"

Kang De shrugged. "The second way is that when he discovered that he had cracked his mind control technology, he was very afraid. He felt that his greatest reliance was gone, so he quickly kidnapped some civilians here as hostages and wanted to negotiate in exchange for leaving Comoros safely. Hmm, he might not deny the crime, but he asked to be sent back to France to be judged."

This time, there was no movement on the king's side.

There was only heavy breathing.

Kang De said calmly, "This is your country and your citizens. Do you want to make the decision yourself, or do you want me to deal with it? By the way, if you want to compromise to protect the lives of your subjects, I understand and am willing to cooperate according to the situation. If Little Bob's conditions are not too harsh—there's no hurry to kill him."

Chakat II still did not speak.

The Hima Eagle continued to fly. As Kang De made the call, he shared the visual connection with the alchemical arcane eagle and paid attention to the movements on the ground. He was not in a hurry to rush the king.

This was because this decision was probably very difficult.

There was a long pause.

The king slowly said, "If you want to talk about conditions… I'll talk to him myself."

Kang De raised his eyebrows.

"I thought you would say that you would never compromise with the terrorists or something…" he said. "You should understand what it means to let him go now, right?"

"I… I know."

There was a trace of pain in Chakat II's tone.

Kang De shrugged.

He thought of Tina, Nick, and the Tedrell family. He had seen many people in the other world. They had noble statuses and were high and mighty, but they had some noble sense of responsibility and duty to protect their subjects… Although they were few, they still existed.

Thinking of this, he said indifferently, "It's really strange to see a monarch like you in modern society."

"Especially a Nico, right?" Chakat II laughed at himself, "But it's not only for them, Kang De. If I decide not to compromise and pursue him to the end, then, if he's desperate, hysterical, and brings the people he controls to die with him, and you can't stop him…"

At this point, he slowed down his tone and said in a low voice, "Then you'll think that you didn't save these people and killed them—right?"

Kang De was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and said, "Bullsh*t, I won't torture myself like this. I'm not a conflicted superhero in a movie. I…"

"No, you will, because emotions are different from rationality."

"Just like divinity and human nature."

"Your rationality will tell you that this is not your fault. It's completely the murderer's responsibility. This is human nature. Your humanity tries to protect yourself and your mind."

"Your emotions will force you to think that I should have saved them, but I didn't. Therefore, you'll blame yourself uncontrollably. You'll definitely do this because kind people will think like this. This is your divinity. Out of pity, it can't be restrained. You can't leave…"

King Chakat's tone was calm and slow.

"To a person like you, having strength is not a good thing. Brother, when you have strength, you feel that you can do more. When things don't go your way, you'll fall into self-blame, just like me."

"I became the king and grasped power. I felt that I had to change this country and the fate of my citizens. Then, I was disappointed time and time again and discovered my weakness. The so-called king is only a joke. He's only a dog kneeling in front of Western countries and begging. When I turned around, I only saw ignorant and sad citizens. They were uncultured, dreamless, brave, and had no future. They could only live by themselves. How sad and stupid…"

Kang De was stunned.

"Admit it, brother. You're also facing such a dilemma. I know you won't be willing to be a fighter of the government or a precious experimental subject to be worshiped. You want to do more, right?"

"Therefore, I don't want you to fall into breakdown and madness again… just like what happened today during the day. I don't think you're ready yet, and I don't want the matter of Comoros to be a burden to you again, so I'd rather let Little Bob go."

The king said softly, "After all, next time, there might not be a sober person who happens to be near you. They'll gather the people you've helped and tell them your contribution and help, guiding them to thank you—if that's the case, what will you do?"

There was a moment of silence.

"…But you're here this time, right?"

Kang De broke the silence.

The king said in surprise, "But…"

"Then what's there to say? D*mn Little Bob. Don't let him leave alive."

Kang De stretched his muscles, then revealed a very inexplicable expression, "But wait, why should we argue about this mere possibility?"

Chakat II said, "Because this…"

His words stopped.

It did not ring again until a minute later.

There was a trace of trembling, a trace of seriousness, and uncontrollable anger in his tone.

"—Little Bob just contacted us and said that he wanted to talk."

"As expected," Kang De said. "He must plan to use Comoros which he controls as a bargaining chip to exchange for his chance of survival… to talk to him."

"What about you?"

"Think of a way to kill him."

Chakat II rejected, "Wait! What if he orders the person under his control to commit suicide or detonate something before killing him?"

"Then I'll try not to give him this chance or cut it off."

Kang De said indifferently, "If a thing like Little Bob can use your ancestral mind control divine artifact, I can also use it—right?"

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