Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"Big Bob?"

The Kang father and son were stunned at the same time. They looked at the ambassador.

Immediately after, they reacted.

It was Big Bob.

The father who had planned and carried out the Comoros War, kidnapped Kang Jinzhu, and tried to excavate the royal tomb, was controlled by Tacitus.

Recently, the war in Comoros, the sorry state of the French government, and even Kang De's popularity worldwide had shaken the five permanent members. The source of everything was this Big Bob's work.

This old mercenary's operation was very strange.

Firstly, he frightened the French government and deceived the King of Gambia. He deceived both sides and tricked the French government into being the backer. Gambia was a fool and jointly launched an invasion of Comoros.

The problem was that the few main lifeline industries of Comoros were all in the hands of Big Bob. This mercenary king was actually the invisible emperor of Comoros. If he did this, he was simply hitting himself.

Its goal was to chase away Chakat II and completely control the entire territory of Comoros in fact. Only then could he successfully excavate the tombs of the kings near Moroni. He needed the things inside.

The bait to trick the French government was the relic in the mausoleum.

Big Bob had secretly controlled Comoros for many years and operated it for a long time. He slowly schemed and finally found clues, traces, and evidence. He told the French government that there were supernatural things there. In order to seize the initiative in the next huge change and monopolize the ancient inheritance, the French government hurriedly bit the bait.

After all, the evidence, clues, and even evidence provided by Big Bob were all true and enough to convince the French government. The cunning mercenary king only hid the core part--not only did he know that there was a powerful ancient inheritance in the tomb of the kings of Comoros, but he also knew what it was!

That was something that humans had dreamed of since ancient times.

It was also the only hope for the old and secretly injured Big Bob to be reborn with a decaying body.

Longevity.

For this illusory eternal pursuit, the heroic monarch would become as humble as an ant, and the treacherous and cunning giant Chamber of Commerce would become as stupid as a pig. Perhaps only in the face of death would the accomplished people who were enhanced by power and wealth and admired by the stupid commoners take off their gorgeous clothes and expose their mortal nature.

Or, he could shed his hypocritical body and expose the nature of a wild beast.

Just like Big Bob.

In order to stop the arrival of death and reverse the ship of life that had slid into the abyss, he could trample all the laws in the world and disdain all the morals in the world. His life's hard work could easily be destroyed. There was no need to leave any leeway. Therefore, he did everything to plan this trap.

It was also the deference and loyalty he had maintained since his debut that made the French lower their guard. After all, in the eyes of the arrogant Gallia, this was a loyal wild dog, so they allowed this mercenary king who had launched countless coups in Africa to spend his later years in Paris without even having to spend a day in prison.

However, the French had forgotten something.

Wild dogs were wolves.

In front of the dream of longevity, loyalty was nothing.

Therefore, Big Bob launched the plan with all his might. After the French fell for it and Gambia was tricked, the war began like a landslide. All the pawns and layouts operated by Comoros were activated. His war dog instantly swept through the entire Comoros. He stabilized the French behind. As an extension of his will and bloodline, his proud son, Little Bob did not stop for a moment.

After attacking Comoros, chasing after the king, and excavating the ruins of the kings, he had to obtain the things in the ruins as soon as possible. Then, he had to create a massacre, shake the world, and delay the French. In the time he obtained, he had to quickly counterattack Gambia and dig out another king's tomb. The two fused and obtain the secret of longevity.

The plan went very smoothly, and the French government was as slow and stupid as he had expected, but the cunning Big Bob had ultimately miscalculated.

The retarded were not only the French government but also the citizens of the Fifth Republic of France.

The excavation of the ruins was a technical job, but the day before the explosion and the excavation expert who had been looking for recruitment arrived in Comoros, he was suddenly summoned by the heroic souls of the Hot Moon Party sages 200 to 300 years ago. He bravely put on a yellow battle robe and launched a peace operation with his dear compatriots to occupy the Arc de Triomphe and express his democratic request to the stupid and greedy French government.

His outcome was obvious. He was suppressed by the free riot baton and democratic tear gas and imprisoned in the Bastille of the new era for the crime of preventing the French government from discussing democratic freedom.

The grand plan he had painstakingly planned for a long time had suffered such a stupid setback. Big Bob was stunned. He did not dare to use his connections in the government to help fish people out to prevent news from leaking. The grand plan was imminent, so he could only find a substitute in Comoros. The only option was the Chinese.

Only Chinese companies who came to the local area to build things had this technical strength and professionals.

He found it and it went very smoothly. Bob and his son had added a Chinese scene to the plan. The massacre originally planned in Moroni might not be strong enough, but when it involved the Chinese, the effect was much better.

After a small episode, the plan went smoothly and steadily. Technical experts from China helped dig up the relics in the tomb of King Comoros. Next was Gambia.

It was originally like this.

However, Big Bob did not expect the second thing, which was that the technical expert they had casually captured from a Chinese company locally had a son who had transmigrated to the other world a few days ago and returned.

Moreover, this son was a gentleman.

Therefore, Kang De came. The Chinese captain fought Comoros alone. Little Bob and Gambia's joint army suffered a harsh blow like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, but an even greater danger had already quietly arrived.

The relic excavated from the tombs of the kings had their own will. It bewitched and controlled Little Bob, launched a massacre against the civilians of Moroni in advance, and even controlled the French special squadron in Comoros, allowing the French to participate in the attack on the civilians of Comoros. This was going to be lively. Not only had Big Bob's plan completely ruined, but even the French government had become even more passive.

In the end, Kang De calmed everything down. He killed Little Bob, annihilated the ancient undead, and obtained the divine artifact, Tacitus. Before Little Bob died, he sent a message to his father and the French government, attracting a destructive air raid on the western airport by France and the United States. However, he sent Kang De the deciding weapon.

Of course, that was a story of another world.

In the end, Little Bob kidnapped Kang De's father and forced him to fight on two fronts and fight a bloody battle. The psychological and physical pressure had collapsed to the extreme. They were completely life-and-death enemies.

It was the kind that could not be vented even if he was cut into a thousand pieces.

However, all the hardships had a beautiful outcome. Red Maple City was saved, and his father had to be saved. The people he wanted to protect had all survived. The exhaustion, pain, and confusion accumulated in the war were also relieved by the comfort of his relatives, the gratitude of everyone, and Tina's chest, legs, face, and buttocks.

Kang De's mind had completely calmed down and he was no longer as manic and violent as a week ago.

As a result, when he returned to Earth, he did not want to kill Little Bob's entire family immediately. After all, the killing intent and hostility had long dissipated. After all, it was still the peace dividend. Wasn't Xiaoman's smile cute? Wasn't Tina's benefit tempting? Wasn't it difficult to be a hero worldwide? Didn't the title of chief race boats?

As for Big Bob?

Logically speaking, this was the only thing he trusted the Westerners very much.

This Big Bob swayed the French government and made Gallia in such a sorry state. With the temper of the old imperialists, they would probably have long been filled with asphalt and sunk into the Seine River.

Of course, there was no need for Master Kang De to do it himself.

He did not expect the French government to betray his trust.

It was too disappointing.

"Yes, the French missed. When Big Bob heard that the situation was wrong, he disappeared as quickly as possible. The French have been searching for him for the past few days, but they can't find him."

The ambassador said, "They thought that Big Bob was hiding and preparing to hide his identity and wait for death. Unexpectedly, he barged back to Africa under the noses of the French. He's worked hard in Africa his entire life and has countless connections. He actually arrived in Gambia..."

Kang De and his father looked at each other and said, "Something happened?"

The ambassador did not answer directly. Instead, he shook his phone. "Do you know what just happened? The French ran to find our country again."

"Tsk."

Not only had something happened, but it was also a huge matter that the French could not handle.

Kang De asked, "What's the situation?"

The ambassador shook his head and said, "The higher-ups are contacting them. The French are hesitating. Perhaps the information obtained by the negotiators is limited. Our country's meaning is that they want me to tell you and let you be mentally prepared."

Kang De pondered for a moment and said, "Let me be mentally prepared... Big Bob opened the tomb of the King of Gambia?"

Facing the ambassador's puzzled gaze, Kang De spread out his hands and said, "Let me be mentally prepared for battle. Big Bob is anti-human. Deal with him. With the righteous air formation of the American Empire, we can clean up the ground. How can he insist on begging me to attack? Unless this is an enemy that ordinary martial strength can't deal with."

He stood up with a mocking expression.

"I guess the French have most likely grasped Big Bob's whereabouts long ago, but they still can't give up their greed and want to capture all the ancient relics in the mausoleum of Big Bob and the King of Gambia in one fell swoop. They followed Big Bob all the way to Gambia, thinking that a mantis stalks a cicada or an oriole behind."

"In the end, that praying mantis was suddenly radiationized and turned into a huge praying mantis of the Mojave Wasteland. Not only did it kill the oriole sent by the French government, but it also caused trouble in Gambia. If we don't stop it, the world will quickly know that there's a terrifying huge praying mantis in the world. At that time, public opinion will be in turmoil and the fun will be even greater. Things will become completely irreversible--and distant water can't quench immediate thirst. They can only beg me to appear?"

He smiled at the ambassador. "Do you think my guess is reasonable?"

The ambassador thought for a moment. "It's indeed something they can do... but this is only a guess."

Kang De pouted and gestured outside, "The king took longer to answer the phone than you. Everyone knows Comoros's international status. The person who called him can't be the French President. The detailed information he can receive now is probably only from Comoros. If I'm not wrong, it should be news from the borders of Comoros and Gambia..."

As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps sounded. The king pushed open the door and entered, shouting, "Kang De! Many Gambia people at the border have fled towards Comoros! I heard that something big has happened there!"

"...What's the matter?"

The king swallowed and said, "Locust plague... Those escapees said that a terrifying locust plague had appeared in Gambia. The elders of the clan said that only the Eagle God could protect them, so they fled here!"

Kang De frowned and said, "Locust plague?"

"Yes, that's what they said, but there's no evidence. I only heard that the locust plague erupted in the capital and is spreading here, so they ran away..."

The king was still a little confused, "This season shouldn't be like this. I didn't hear any relevant information around, nor was there a large amount of precipitation..."

He did not know about Big Bob yet, because France could not be bothered to tell him.

Of course, he would not associate this with supernatural powers.

Kang De gestured to his father to let the smart pig explain to the king. He said to the ambassador, "Look, although we didn't see anything, there are already groundless Gambia people. You'd better urge the higher-ups and get the French to kneel quickly. After negotiating the conditions, I'll see what I can do."

Take advantage of the situation.

The ambassador almost laughed.

Taking advantage of France was not taking advantage of the situation, but righteous backstabbing.

"Conditions?" he asked. "What conditions?"

Kang De glanced at the king. "I have an idea about the situation in the kingdom... In other words, I want to check if His Majesty Chakat II has the legal right to inherit the orthodoxy of Gambia."

Then, he revealed an honest smile. "If not, I'll think of a way."

Although he did not know what this young man was talking about, he felt that it was very terrifying.

"In short, Mr. Ambassador, let the French quickly prepare. Also, I need information. Continuous information. What happened, what did the French do, and Big Bob's and the king's tomb. I want them all." Kang De frowned and said, "At the very least, we have to figure out what the so-called locust plague is about, right?"

The ambassador nodded and continued to contact the country. On the other hand, Kang Jinzhu pulled the king and briefly explained what had happened. The king was first shocked, then he sighed. Seeing Kang De look over, he shook his head and said, "The inheritance of the kings, the gift of the ancestors... has actually become a curse to torture the descendants and citizens."

Comoros' encounter and Gambia's encounter were both the same.

If he could not defend what his ancestor had left behind, it would be snatched away. What else was there to say?

Kang De said, "It's useless to talk about this now. Prepare to defend and fight. The information is unknown now. The only thing that can help is probably the books and records circulated by your ancestors. Do you have any impression of what's going on with this locust plague? Are there any ancient books recording it?"

The king focused and thought carefully. Before he could speak, the ambassador's voice sounded solemnly.

"Kang De, come and take a look at this photo. I don't think this is a locust plague." He sat in front of the computer and looked up. "I don't know which locust can eat steel and concrete, cement, or even cars."

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