Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"Oh… f*ck."

The new commander of the special task force sighed with an unknown meaning.

At this moment, the morning sun rose. The sky was so clear that it could be seen with the naked eye. In the sky, fighter jets broke through the clouds and flew in the direction of the airport. One after another, team after team.

The adjutant shouted, "Sir! We should hide immediately!"

The newly promoted lieutenant colonel glanced at the other party with a complicated expression.

"Do you need it, Lieutenant? How many countries can invest more than 15 third-generation aircraft in Africa? Moreover, even if we're enemies, is it useful for us to hide?"

The lieutenant was stunned for a moment before turning to look at the airport which was already covered in smoke. "Could it be… no, didn't the headquarters order us to immediately take over the western airport? Why did they send fighter jets to directly bomb?"

The lieutenant colonel held the armrest beside him, closed his eyes, and sighed.

"This order is not for us, but for that Chinese person at the airport."

"…F*ck."

The lieutenant revealed a shocked expression and muttered, "But he saved us…"

"However, it's useless to save the president or the important figures of the cabinet and council!" The lieutenant colonel threw his military cap to the ground, "These sons of b*tches!"

Now, it was useless to say anything. It was even too late to do anything. The group of fighter jets whistled past the sky. He could barely see bombs leave the mount and flip in the air, either spreading their tails or spreading countless small umbrella flowers.

The fighter plane that had completed the attack circled according to the predetermined route and waited for the second order of the warning plane. The sky of Comoros gathered the largest advanced attack cluster on this continent to date. This was not the number that the French Air Force could deploy in 24 hours.

"At least 25… Not only is there a wind…"

The lieutenant colonel looked at the sky, not knowing if he should be angry or ashamed. "The Americans are here too…"

In a country like Comoros that had no air control at all, he activated the war machine and burned many banknotes. He threw 20 to 30 multi-purpose fighter jets at once and his goal was only an airport.

Modern air operations had already won by quality. There was no need for too many. If he wanted to destroy the material evidence in the warehouse, the laser-guided bombs carried by at most four wind fighter jets were enough. There was no need to use cluster bombs at all, nor was there a need to send so many aggressive attack groups at once.

There was no need for the French government to lower its face and ask the United States to take joint action.

Their goal was very clear.

Throwing in fighter jets that exceeded the density of the airspace at once and pouring out an excessive amount of firepower at once was not only destroying the warehouse but also razing the entire western airport of Comoros to the ground. Every inch of land had to be completely covered by explosions, fragments, and shock waves. Not even a rat was allowed to survive.

The soldiers looked at the distant airport in a daze. Flames flashed, and black smoke rose. A series of fire walls surged up, and the explosion sounded from afar.

The air strike group from France and the United States poured down all kinds of killing weapons. Joint Direct Attack Munition, combined aviation rockets, CBU-105 cluster bombs… The towering air tower, the barely visible terminal, everything was covered in explosive dust and collapsed, so much so that at this distance, he could still see the shocking commotion raised in the distance like a sandstorm.

Large clouds of smoke rose. The ground was trembling slightly as if the bloody mouth of a huge beast had devoured everything. Destructive power echoed in the small airport.

The new lieutenant colonel who had just been promoted held the armrest tightly and trembled slightly.

The soldiers looked out in silence.

They guessed at the same time who was there.

They all had memories of the last night and knew who had saved them in that crazy and desperate situation. Today, they obeyed the order and headed to the Western Airport. They had also been instructed that they would encounter the Chinese man last night. Before they left, the ambassador had taken the trouble to tell them all kinds of precautions and what to pay attention to when they had a conflict with that Chinese man. Now…

The bomb fell from the sky.

It was a scam and a trap.

"D*mn bureaucrat!"

The commander cursed angrily. Dust mixed with smoke and fire blew from afar.

"Bring me my communication device!"

In the French Embassy in Comoros, the ambassador's office was kicked away by the furious Lieutenant Colonel Verley.

"You heartless and shameless demon! Cursed b*tch!"

The former task force commander who had been dismissed and placed under house arrest for refusing to obey the order roared. He kicked away the secretary who had come up to stop him, grabbed the ambassador's collar, and pressed him against the wall.

His eyes were almost spitting fire.

"What have you done?! He saved 248 French soldiers! Is this how the glorious and great France repays its benefactor? You disgust me!"

The ambassador took a deep breath and comforted him, "Lieutenant Colonel, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

"Come on, son of a b*tch, you must be involved. Otherwise, how could they know that Kang De is at that airport?! I spit on your rotten soul. Yours! The council's! The cabinet's! And the son of a b*tch, the President's! You're all completely rotten people!"

"Watch your words!"

The ambassador shouted, "You're still a soldier of France. Your mission is to obey orders and fight for the interests of France! We're the same. All of this is for France!"

Lieutenant Colonel Verley said gloomily, "Including using an aerial bomb to thank the benefactor who saved our soldiers?"

"He's not! He's a d*mned Chink! A yellow-skinned monkey! He destroyed our strategic layout in Comoros! He embarrassed France and the French Army! Most importantly, he obtained that divine artifact that can control people. We can't let that thing fall into Chinese hands!"

The ambassador suddenly broke free from Verley's grip and pointed his hand at the other party's chest. "Do you think this decision is easy? Do you think I feel no guilt? But sometimes we have to do the right thing for…"

"—For the benefit of France, is it?"

Lieutenant Colonel Verley looked at the ambassador coldly, his face filled with disappointment, "No, you're only shirking your responsibility and protecting your face. For the sake of you, what you did in Comoros won't be f*cking exposed in one go, so you can trample on your morals and conscience. We're soldiers and killing weapons. We're stained with blood, and we'll do the dirty work. Your hands are clean, but your hearts are darker than demons!"

He spat, turned around, and strode away.

"Where are you going?"

Lieutenant Colonel Verley tore off his armband, threw it to the ground, and stepped on it.

"You're all fired!"

He strode out of the room. The French ambassador rubbed his aching neck. Killing intent flashed through his eyes. He glanced at the secretary, who slowly took out the radio.

The same news was also sent back to Moroni and into the king's ears. After all, this was Comoros. Although there was no air defense system to speak of and the air defense radar could not detect high-speed fighter jets, the naked eye could still be used. Some local residents saw supersonic fighter jets flying through the clear sky.

He also saw the rising dust and flames.

King Chakat's expression changed drastically and he immediately called, but the receiver was busy. The satellite phone could not be picked up at all. The entire communication room was silent. No one spoke.

"F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!"

The cup, microphone, earpiece, communication device, and everything else were pushed to the ground by the king.

He sat on the ground and covered his head. "Oh, no, f*ck…"

Kirov also looked very unhappy, but he still comforted the king, "Don't worry too much. The most important thing now is to figure out what happened. Perhaps it's not that bad…"

However, all his efforts and attempts continuously failed.

He ordered the front line and scouts to investigate and contact the embassy to ask China and Russia for help, but all he received was bad news. He could not contact Kang De.

"I should have let him come back immediately. I shouldn't have let him stay there…"

The king's eyes were red and tears flowed. He pounded his head in frustration.

Until now, he discovered that he had still underestimated the shamelessness of the West. National sovereignty and international standards were all trash that could be trampled on in front of their interests. They could swagger in the airspace of Comoros and throw bombs as they pleased without considering the consequences.

As the king and the ruler of this country, he was helpless about this.

He could only lose it.

He had lost the results of all his efforts so far, his citizens, his dignity, his new friends, and a ray of hope in the darkness.

There was no one in the communication room to comfort him. Kirov could not care less about saying anything. He had to quickly send this news back to the country and think of a way to contact Kang De.

He felt that Kang De would not be so arrogant.

At this moment, Chakat jumped up, snatched a rifle from the guard, rushed out of the police station, jumped into a car, started the engine, and left in a cloud of dust.

Everyone was shocked. "Chase after him!"

The king rushed all the way to the embassy area. The jeep swung to a stop. The king of Comoros walked up the front door of the French embassy with his rifle. The French soldiers immediately raised their guns and went on guard, but they recognized the king.

The embassy was his own territory. The guards had the right to shoot any threatening enemy, but this was only the rules and theory. The so-called enemy was the head of a sovereign country.

Just as the guard hesitated, gunshots suddenly sounded in the direction of the embassy, along with noisy shouts and the sound of glass shattering. They turned around and saw chaos. A uniformed officer rushed out of the building holding a person hostage. A few people followed him, each holding their weapons and facing the military officer who had chased out.

Dimitri chased over with his subordinates and the temporary guard of Comoros. Seeing this, the king suddenly rushed forward and knocked out a soldier who was looking back with the butt of his gun. The Russian immediately rushed forward like a wolf and disarmed another guard. Everyone rushed in.

The person who took the hostage and rushed out of the embassy was Lieutenant Colonel Verley.

The king raised his rifle and rushed up with the Russians to receive him. Their gazes met and they were stunned at the same time. Then, he discovered that the person kidnapped by the lieutenant colonel was actually the French ambassador.

"Your Majesty, I officially request political asylum in your country."

Lieutenant Colonel Verley said to the king as he strangled the ambassador.

Chakat II said in a low voice, "My pleasure."

The lieutenant colonel let go of his arm slightly. Only then did the French ambassador catch his breath and say angrily, "Your Majesty Chakat! This is a complete provocation, no, a declaration of war!"

The king's AK had already pressed up and poked his temple. "Then what's your act of bombing Comoros? An outing?"

The ambassador said sternly, "I don't understand what you're talking about!"

The king pulled the bolt.

He tilted his head, his eyes red. "Then can you understand this?"

The guards of the embassy immediately raised their guns and faced the king's people. They were at daggers drawn and were about to fight.

The ambassador's expression was cold. Even if he was terrified now, he had to maintain his dignity. "I can understand it, and so can France! Your action of pulling the trigger will bring a new war to Comoros!"

The king hissed, "What about your bombs?"

The ambassador desperately turned around and looked straight into the king's eyes. "I'll repeat it again. I don't know what you're talking about. If you're talking about what happened last night, my government will explain and compensate you. If you're not satisfied, declare war on us! Come! Hand me a challenge verbally and I'll immediately convey your attitude to the country! The king of Comoros understands what you're doing!"

In the end, the ambassador raised his eyebrows, and the sharpness and arrogance of the traditional old empire assaulted his face.

—We threw a bomb.

'But Comoros doesn't even have air-defense radar. Do you have evidence?'

'So what if you have evidence?'

Who would believe it? Who would care about your cries and shouts?

This is a joint operation launched by the United States and France. Do you want to take revenge for this?

Then come!

—Declare war on us? Your army can't even step out of Comoros' territory!

—Why don't you clamp your tail and beg for more compensation and loans? What else do you want?

In silence, everyone looked over nervously. The king's actions would determine if something happened. Many people did not want such a thing to happen.

Chakat II slowly lowered the gun.

The ambassador's pursed lips slowly relaxed. He knew that the embassy's surveillance cameras and the cameras of the neighbors beside him were aimed here. He had bet correctly that this tough speech would increase his rating.

This black person did not dare to do this.

They did not dare to anymore.

King Chakat threw the rifle aside and pulled out the dagger from his waist.

The ambassador was suddenly stunned. "You…"

"Someone will come to you. Before that, live in fear."

The king held the dagger and dragged the blade across the ambassador's face as he screamed, drawing bloody cross marks. Blood splattered, and the wound was so deep that bones could be seen.

This was the symbol of punishment for "betrayers" in the Comoros culture.

"Now tell me, will your country start a war against Comoros because of the cut on the ambassador's face, or will they use your wound as one of the prices to appease me? Answer me, do they care?"

Lieutenant Colonel Verley let go. The king pushed the ambassador to the ground.

"Someone will come to find you. It's either me or him."

He bent down and said softly, "We'll see."

Then he turned around and left.

Everyone present heaved a sigh of relief, including the French. The guards and doctors hurriedly ran over, and no one pursued Lieutenant Colonel Verley, who had followed the king.

After leaving the French Embassy, Chakat II looked at the clear sky. As usual, it was calm. He felt bone-deep humiliation, pain, and sorrow. The most painful thing in this world was not the killing of his friend, but the fact that he knew who the murderer was but could not see any hope of revenge in his life.

He looked at the Chinese Embassy. Someone had already walked out with a serious expression.

The king looked around and wiped the snot and tears on his face with a smile that was uglier than crying. "Gentlemen, can anyone tell me how I should face his father?"

At this moment, in the underground bomb shelter of the embassy, in the single room of Kang Jinzhu, a black light flashed.

Kang De stepped out of the void.

Kang Jinzhu immediately stood up and looked very relieved.

"There are many more footsteps wandering in front of the door than usual. I suspect that something has happened, but I'm afraid I can't get any results," his father said. "Did you encounter anything?"

Kang De smiled and said, "It's super awesome. France's Gale Fighter, the United States' F16 and F35. There are probably 20 to 30 of them in total, exploding the airport into a white field. D*mn, it's already 2019, but they're actually still carpet bombing. They want to blow me up along with Tacitus."

Kang Jinzhu was shocked and furious, "F*ck! This is too f*cking shameless."

"It's expected. Sit."

Kang De spread out his hands and smiled, "But I'm fine. Don't worry."

Father Kang looked at Kang De and sized him up, "…You even took a huge advantage?"

Kang De asked curiously, "Eh, how can you tell?"

"A father knows his son best," Kang Jinzhu said. "That ball fell into your hands? And it's a good thing?"

"Yes, and that's not all. There's also an unexpected gain."

The smile on Kang De's face became even more carefree, "A very, very, very unexpected gain…"

"What gain?"

"This, I can't say, I can't say. It's a little terrifying…"

"You're still keeping me in suspense. Hurry up and tell me!"

"Let's get down to business first."

Kang De pressed his father back into his chair and said seriously, "I need to disappear for a period of time."

Kang Jinzhu raised his eyebrows and said, "Hmm?"

"I was blown up, so I naturally have to take the opportunity to pressure them. I have to extort the French. If I appear after I'm done, won't it hurt them? I can even make them suspicious."

Kang De smiled and said, "How about putting on a show for two days at most?"

Father Kang sized him up. "What are you going to do?"

Kang De blinked. "I'm going to find my wife."

"…You want to go to the 2D world?"

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