Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"Your Majesty."

In the police station of Moroni, the interim government led by King Chakat II was facing a great enemy, because it led an army to attack and destroy Little Bob Burjo of Comoros and asked for a conversation.

Bob Burroughs. The shadow of the name hung over Comoros for a long, long time.

From the era of Big Bob Burroughs, the many lifelines of this country had been in the hands of this French mercenary leader... Until today, the Burroughs family had committed a serious crime against Comoros, and the young king had already made up his mind to never compromise and submit.

"Put him through."

All the listening and reporting instruments were already in place.

Chakat II put on his earpiece. His leisure from talking to Kang De was no longer there.

He wanted to speak to a cruel and despicable executioner.

"Your Majesty, long time no see."

Little Bob Burroughs's voice had a hint of neurotic cunning and strangeness.

Chakat II said coldly, "It's been a long time, Little Bob. I look forward to my next meeting with you. I'll put your head on a plate in front of the French ambassador."

"Wow." The Frenchman chuckled, "Who gave you courage, puppet? Chinese?"

The African said quietly, "Who made you, a crazy dog, escape in a sorry state and beg for your life? A Chinese person?"

The sound of someone slapping the table sounded in the earpiece. Little Bob roared, "Don't! Talk to me! Like this! Speak! You N**ger! We're already fundamentally different! You black slave! My omnipotent mental strength will turn into a whip that can whip you and make you work for me to death on the plantation!"

It sounded like the colonists of this new era had already fallen out.

Chakat II was not angry. His tone was still calm, "You're right. We're indeed fundamentally different. At the very least, you're more experienced in surrendering. Aren't you going to consider it? Although the target is the N**ger in the cotton field, it's better than getting Hitler-ed, right?"

"...Enough!"

Little Bob shouted and panted a few times. Then, he said, "Let's stop these boring arguments and talk about something meaningful. Where's that Chinese person?! Where's that Chinese person called Kang De?!"

The king replied, "I don't know. He might have gone to France to kill your father."

Little Bob choked again.

This person's heavy breathing sounded from the earpiece. Then, sinister and cold laughter sounded.

"It seems that Chinese person really gave you a lot of courage, black slave."

He said sinisterly, "Do you think that Chinese person is the only person in the world with supernatural powers? Do you think relying on him can let you take back the throne? Wrong, very wrong. This world is more complicated than you think. He's only one of them. Do you think he's very powerful?"

"You're wrong. What he's done so far, a special force and a formation of armed helicopters can do better than him. He's not irreplaceable. The technological revolution led by us whites has already achieved enough results. He's not indispensable. There are as many weapons as can replace him. Only a lowly and stupid fool like you will treat him as a treasure!"

"As for me, I'm irreplaceable."

"Stupid Comoros. They guard huge wealth but never take a look. Therefore, I obtained the treasure in the king's mausoleum. I was recognized by it. I obtained its power and was chosen by it. You can't imagine how powerful and terrifying that power is. Controlling the human heart and affecting the mind is only one of its insignificant uses. You don't understand at all how much stronger I am than that Chinese person!"

Little Bob's voice became louder and louder, almost roaring.

Chakat II remained calm. "In that case, why did you call me?"

"It's not for you! How can a lowly black slave like you be worthy of talking to me? I want to talk to Kang De! Only a person like him who's also extraordinary is worthy of talking to me!"

His tone was sinister and extremely arrogant, like a god transmitting an order.

"Find Kang De immediately!"

When the king heard this, he replied, "Why don't you call your father? You might hear Kang De's voice. You might even hear your father's last scream."

"...Black slave, you asked for this."

Little Bob Burroughs said coldly, "I originally wanted to maintain my poise and elegance and not make things difficult for a lowly creature like you, but you've repeatedly provoked my tolerance, so I'll punish you."

"King of Comoros, I've visited a few villages and cities under your rule. Many of your citizens are bathed in my light and summoned by me. They're willing to offer me everything. Be it life or loyalty, even if I order them to die, they won't hesitate. I think you've already seen it. I'm warning you one last time. If you play tricks with a cheeky smile again, I'll let your citizens die in front of you."

He said in a low voice, "I'll say it one last time. Let Kang De talk to me."

There was a moment of silence.

The king took a deep breath and replied, "Kang De doesn't want to talk to you. If you have any requests, deals, or plans, you can tell me first. Then, I'll decide if I want to tell him."

Little Bob chuckled. "Very good. It seems that you don't take my warning seriously, so I'll send you the photos of their corpses. How many people should I execute? Ten? A hundred?"

"...Wait!"

Chakat II shouted.

The French man's hoarse and proud laughter replied.

"Look, you're always like this, young king, my king. You always feel that you're a dignified king. You always take international law seriously and think that all countries are equal. What a joke. You're the king in Comoros. In the eyes of us French, you're not even the leader of a primitive tribe. You're monkeys who failed in their evolution and parasites who don't contribute to human development at all. You're only worthy of surviving with our help. A group of beggars and slaves who should have been eliminated long ago..."

There was a loud spitting sound.

Little Bob tore off all his politeness and pretense.

He chuckled, "Do you know, Honorable King? We've interacted for a long time. The thing I like the most is to trample on your dignity. You look at us with the pride and dignity of the king, then slowly lower your head in front of our money, resources, and technical assistance, because in your heart, your citizens are more important than your dignity. Haha, it's only for a group of lazy and stupid monkeys..."

His laughter retracted and became gloomy.

"Then, beg me. Beg me again for the ten or a hundred commoners of Comoros who are about to die. Apologize to me and beg me to forgive them..."

The king's eyes fell.

He closed his eyes.

There was silence.

"...Go eat shit."

Then, he replied.

This was beyond Little Bob's expectations, so much so that he did not even react.

"F*ck you, white pig."

The king said coldly, "I said wait to tell you something. Listen, Little Bob, I don't care how many hostages you have. A hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand. Let me tell you, as long as you kill even one Comorian, I'll immediately cut off all possibilities of negotiation and entrust Kang De to pursue you and your family with all his might. Not a single one will be left."

Little Bob said angrily, "You..."

Chakat II held the microphone and said firmly, "Shut up. You cowards who resisted for six weeks and only know how to slaughter civilians, do you think you can control me at will? Don't forget who your arrogant reliance belongs to! That treasure was taken out of King Comoros' tomb! It's the inheritance of my ancestor! No matter which country's law it is, I have undeniable ownership of this treasure!"

The Frenchman sneered, "But it's with me now! Do you think you can defend that thing?"

"Of course, I definitely can't defend it, but in terms of justice, I'm still the owner of that treasure! Comoros can't defend that thing, but it can be announced as a gift! The person who's given it will have unquestionable ownership! Then! Little Bob, answer me! If I say that whoever helps us avenge us and eliminate the Burroughs family will be given that treasure by the Comoros royal family, what do you think will happen?"

"Can your country and family still protect you? Could it be that Kang De and you are the only two people in the world with supernatural powers? If not, you're dead! I swear that I'll let all the members of your family suffer the cruelest and most tragic torture. I'll let you live for as many days as you kill! These are the words of the King of Comoros. Do you want to try if I'll fulfill them?!"

The king's saliva flew everywhere and his eyes were bloodshot. His country had been captured, the throne had been usurped, and his subjects had been slaughtered. Who would not be angry and be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered?

Little Bob did not expect this situation at all.

In the past, he was only a pitiful worm that he casually despised, but he was actually so difficult to deal with.

There was even a little hesitation in his tone.

"Even if many of your subjects die in pain because of this, it doesn't matter?" He asked.

What answered him was a loud spitting sound.

"While doing the most despicable and shameless thing, you use morals to kidnap people. This is what you Western white pigs are good at," the king said fiercely. "But you're the one who killed them, not me!"

Little Bob said gloomily, "I've said it before. Don't try to provoke me. Let me speak to Kang De and make him stop all the armed activities against me. I won't kill your subjects!"

Chakat II roared, "But you're the one begging for mercy now, not us! Don't get this wrong!"

"I'm not begging for mercy!"

"Then why haven't you hung up?!"

After the roar, there was dead silence.

The king and Little Bob did not speak.

Then, the Frenchman said ruthlessly, "Do you think I don't dare?"

"Then, do you want to bet?"

The king said, "Your old father, who has serious internal injuries and doesn't have long to live, needs urgent treatment. Everything the Burroughs family operates and has, as well as the powerful power you obtained that surpasses mortals and can change the world--I bet that you can't bear to give up."

Little Bob's breathing became faster and faster.

His voice also became exasperated.

"So, you're betting the lives of your subjects?"

He even asked such a disgusting question.

Correspondingly, Chakat II's tone and expression gradually became confident and calm.

At some point, his back had gradually straightened. The seriousness, reverence, and uneasiness in his bones and even genes had already inadvertently slowly washed away.

--You don't seem to be anything special.

He said, "Therefore, I'm the king, and you're only a failed mercenary leader. You're the descendant of bandits, human traffickers, and scammers. You're no different from your ancestors. The difference is that the method you relied on to make a fortune and dominate the world for hundreds of years is almost impossible."

Before the other party could speak, the king, who had quietly taken the initiative to talk, threw out conditions.

"Release all the Comoros and hand over the relics of our ancestor. I'll let you leave Comoros and not pursue you and your family for a year. You have enough time to hide your identity."

Little Bob was a little stunned earlier, but such conditions suddenly made him come back to his senses.

"Impossible!"

He said sternly, "Do you think I'll believe your promise? Hand over all my backing and chips and let you slaughter me? Do you think I'll be so stupid?"

The king sighed, "Are you used to being treacherous, so you're unwilling to believe others? The spirit of your contract is not as magical as you brag. Then, I'll take a step back and you hand over the treasure..."

The two of them fell into a new round of argument.

However, in this verbal confrontation, the intelligence officer in the other room had already put down his earpiece. At the same time, Ambassador He, who was also at the police station, received a call. Information and information support from the other side of the Earth played a role with extremely high efficiency.

In the end, it turned into the exact coordinates on the map.

"Cunning, really very cunning."

Kang De, who was patrolling and waiting in the vast sky, put away his phone.

Logically speaking, when Little Bob faced a life-threatening danger and controlled the civilians with the Comoros Holy Artifact everywhere, he must be making an escape plan. The reason why he did not escape immediately was probably that he was afraid of Kang De's strength and wanted to resolve this most fatal worry first. He chose the mode of hostages and negotiation. Logically speaking, he should hide in an unknown safe house to prevent himself from being ambushed and beheaded by Kang De during the negotiation.

He did not expect him to still be hiding in the western airport of Comoros.

"The difficulty of stealth movement this time is a little high..."

He looked at the map a few more times. Moroni had already narrowed the range of the signal to a house at the airport. The beheading operation had to be done in one go to prevent Little Bob from reacting.

"Alright, let's end this... By the way, take in the various resources at the airport."

Kang De retracted the Hima Eagle and his figure passed through the night. The airport was not far from here. He had to be fast.

The tug-of-war negotiation between Chakat II and Little Bob continued.

According to the previously agreed plan, the king was buying Kang De time.

However, what he did not know was that although Little Bob's voice in the earpiece was intense and irritable, in fact, the Frenchman who was arguing intensely with him did not have angry or impatient eyes. Instead, they shone with a dull golden light and there was a cold smile on his lips.

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