Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The mobile phone has been switched to the local time. At 9:27 pm, the Gulfstream g650 slipped off the airport in Belgrade. At this time, it was almost dawn in China.

Following the captain's calm broadcast, after a few slight bumps, the plane landed steadily and began to slow down. Kant looked at the dark sky and night outside the window and slowly exhaled.

Those who can travel by Gulfstream g650 are the richest and top-notch group of people in the world. Even in the worst airport, they will be treated with courtesy. Kant walked to the cabin door, and the luxury shuttle bus below was already parked there. The airport staff smiled kindly and politely at him.

"Thanks to both of you for an excellent flight that got me to my destination quickly and safely."

Kant said goodbye to the two captains, who, according to them, would take a day or two off in Serbia after dealing with things like parking and refueling, as a reward from Xie Ligan.

"Goodbye, Mr. Kang, and look forward to serving you next time."

Get off the plane and take the shuttle bus. The reception staff at the airport can also speak Chinese: "Mr. Kang, I will lead you through the customs. Serbia and your country have a mutual visa-free policy. You only need to show your passport."

This is also the reason why Xie Ligan chose Serbia for the transfer.

Kant sent a message to Xiaoman and Xie Ligan each, telling them that he had landed.

Both of them returned almost in seconds.

"Go to sleep, it's alright."

This is what Xiaoman said.

But Xie Ligan doesn't have this kind of treatment anymore. You can cultivate for as long as you like.

Immediately afterwards, Kirov's message came: "Dear revolutionary brother! I heard that you have landed! We are waiting for you here!"

Then a picture was sent. In the brightly lit hall, several Caucasians, five big and three thick, looked at the camera, and together they showed a furious smile, with their black suits, black sunglasses and short flat heads, a kind of " We're about to get rid of you" KGB breath.

Kant shook his head and smiled.

"Mr. Kang, do you have an appointment?"

The airport receptionist is a typical Serb woman. Due to the long-term rule of Ottoman Turkey, Serbs are mixed with Turkish blood, with dark hair and dark brown eyes. In the eyes of the Chinese, they are both kind and friendly. And exotic.

Because of her good looks, her smile looks more sincere. She pursed her lips and said, "Nikola-Tesla Airport is willing to serve excellent guests like you. We have cooperative relations with most service industries in Belgrade, providing guides, Restaurant reservations, hotel check-in and other services…”

Yes, Belgrade's airport was renamed Nikola-Tesla Airport in 2006. That's right, it's the one whose ultimate move is "The Myth of Humanity - Thunder and Lightning Comes." Gula-Tesla was born in Serbia, purely in remembrance.

Kant refused: "Thank you, I have an appointment."

The receptionist's smile was still decent, she took out a business card from her pocket, beautifully designed, with a touch of perfume, and handed it to Kant: "My phone, and the phone of the airport concierge, you are in Belgrade or even the whole Serbia can call us with any questions."

Kant politely accepted: "Thank you."

Perhaps seeing that Kant was reluctant to talk, the receptionist stopped talking too much.

Just like in China, the plane also stops near the private terminal and passes through the VIP express customs channel. Due to mutual visa exemption, you only need to show your passport to pass. Money can make ghosts push the mill. As a rule of thumb, even if Kant's bag contains a lot of gold, cash, jewelry and famous watches, the security personnel will turn a blind eye.

No one will think that he is here to smuggle, smuggle or do bad things. How could a person traveling by private jet do such a thing, and the profit is not enough for the cost of one flight.

All the way out, you can see a few black suits at the exit of the deserted private terminal from a distance.

Kirov opened his arms and walked towards him with the warmest smile: "My class brother, welcome to Serbia! Do you see the low and old buildings and scattered lights here? To carry the equality of mankind Is it comforting and joyful for you as a citizen of a socialist country of the last hope of liberty to see the tragic and tragic end of those who betrayed the line?"

...Brother, although I don't want to say that, but wake up, you, Dasu, are also dead.

The awkward and polite smile on Kant's face was interpreted by Kirov as "not used to hugging", so he indifferently withdrew the warm embrace and shook his head and shook hands instead.

Didn't even dare to force.

Because after seeing each other face to face, the arms dealer who sold death and dealt with danger every day smelled a very familiar smell, which made him feel subconsciously restrained.

By the way, as a citizen of "the line betrays the country", I witnessed the big socialist family shaking hands with the current country, and heard Kirov's evaluation of this country, the receptionist at the airport. The lady still has a professional smile.

"Mr. Kant, is this the guest you made an appointment with?"

"Yes."

Kirov whistled at the tall Serbian spectacled woman dressed as an OL elite—by the way, the average height of Serbian women is 167cm.

The receptionist said with a smile: "Sir, please show me your valid ID. Mr. Kant is a distinguished guest at Nikola Tesla Airport. We maintain a strong relationship with high-quality customers from many banks, enterprises and foundations around the world. The best cooperation, and responsible for the personal safety of every guest…”

"Yeah, yeah, just listen and respect."

Kirov took out his passport from his arms and handed it to the other party. The young lady checked it meticulously and took pictures with her mobile phone. The arms dealer took the opportunity to bump Kant with his shoulder, "It seems that you conquered this cypher in a short period of time. The heart of a family beauty...Want her to spend a romantic evening with you? If you're shy, I can help you invite this good girl to your bed."

The Serb girl who was checking her passport changed slightly.

Kant said lightly: "Respect women."

"OK, OK, it's just a joke." Kirov saw the opportunity very quickly, raised his hands high, and smiled at the receptionist, "Sorry, good girl, my mother also taught me to respect women."

He handed over his business card: "If there is any problem that is difficult to solve, you can make this call. I am an expert in dealing with problems, any problem."

"...have a nice trip, Mr. Kant, and feel free to contact us with any questions."

After the confirmation, the obviously frightened young lady didn't dare to stay any longer, so she said goodbye in a hurry.

After all, everyone knows the security of European countries. Guns, skin color, nationality and money can make you lawless.

Kirov patted Kant's shoulder intimately: "Let's go."

One of Maozi's attendants stepped forward and stretched out his hand: "SIR."

Kant handed the bag to the other party, and Kirov introduced enthusiastically: "My patron saint, my good brother, Dimitri from the pennant, you can't find a better professional than him."

The Signal Flag Special Forces, like Alpha, are two of the more famous anti-terrorist forces in Russia. Of course, Kant has heard the names of these two forces. However, what is more embarrassing is that the news about these two names recently came from here. Counter-Strikes from both units planned the robbery of a Chinese businessman doing business in Russia...and, from an operational point of view, was clearly a repeat offender who had done it more than once.

The force fell to the mantle in an instant.

Handing the bag to the other party, for the sake of the Call of Duty series, Kant shook hands with Dimitri on the way. The next moment, the pupil of Maozi, who had retired from the Signal Flag Special Forces, suddenly shrank.

Kirov's face was as usual, and he smiled warmly: "Let's go, brother, we are going to a nearby military airport. The humanitarian supplies have been loaded and we are going through the final process."

Sitting in Kirov's stretched bulletproof sedan, Dimitri drove, Maozi and Kant sat in the back seat, and the other two attendants followed behind in another car, and the enthusiastic Maozi opened the refrigerator as soon as he got in the car, Pulled out two bottles of vodka: "Want some wine?"

Kant shook his head and said, "Gun."

"Oh, men, seriously, you are really a terrible big man. I feel like I'm just a piece of pork hanging in the butcher's shop in front of you."

Kirov turned his head and leaned over to take something: "guns, guns, guns, I-got-them, you-need-them... I'm sorry, brother, but this sentence is too much to my liking."

With his hands, he took out a suitcase: "About your needs, comrade, I think this can meet your perfect requirements, pursue the ultimate power, ignore weight and other issues, pay a little attention to portability, please allow me to solemnly recommend this to you. A work of genius, the GM6 Lynx anti-equipment sniper rifle from the Hungarian company Japard..."

"The total weight is 11.5 kilograms. Considering its shooting power and range, it is already an extremely light weight. A bullpup rifle, with a long barrel and a recoil brake, can shoot continuously, and it can shoot five shots in three seconds."

"Using 14.5mm caliber ammunition, it also provides interchangeable barrels and magazines, making it compatible with 12.7mm ammunition, and the excellent brake structure makes it the only large-caliber anti-materials that can shoot standing or even marching. rifle!"

"Of course, the most genius design is portability!"

He picked up the assembled sniper rifle forcefully: "As you can see, it can be switched to carry mode, the barrel can be retracted into the receiver, and the length in the carry state is only 925 mm, which is even lower than some standards. Standard assault rifle - this is an fxcking anti-equipment sniper rifle!"

Kant took it over, weighed the weight, nodded and said, "Yes."

Then he said to Kirov: "Is there a shooting range nearby? Teach me how to use it."

Hearing this, Dimitri, who was driving ahead, glanced at Kant in the rearview mirror.

Kirov smiled: "Our destination is... a semi-open super shooting range."

Belgrade's night scene is not bad. According to Kirov, there are seven million people in Serbia, two million of whom are in the capital, and their nightlife is very rich, in every sense.

"It's a pity that you are in a hurry, brother, otherwise I will show you the charm of the night here."

Kirov blinked, showing a smile that men understand: "Now let's go get some other guns."

About an hour later, two cars drove into the Batajnica air base with triple outposts. Kirov's car drove straight in here. Under the dim lights, the Russians pointed to the distance and hidden in the twilight. Steel Wings: "An-12, your private property is in its belly."

Kant glanced at the time: "Twenty minutes to familiarize yourself with firearms, and forty minutes to take off."

"No problem, the pilot and the formalities are all ready," Kirov said, "Dimitri."

The bodyguard turned the steering wheel and drove to the other side until he reached a semi-open warehouse-like building where a Serbian officer was already waiting.

After a few people got out of the car, Kirov walked towards the officer. While chatting, he stuffed the item in his hand into the other's pocket. Judging from the Serbian officer's bright and enthusiastic smile, it must be a good thing.

In addition to the gun case in Kant's hand, several other attendants also carried a few cases each.

"Come in, gentlemen."

Under the warm reception of the officers, they entered this semi-open shooting range, which was brightly lit, like daytime, with a lingering smell of gunpowder smoke.

"Money is everything, it's not the same as your country, here, money can buy more than imagined, because the military needs money, he needs it, and Dimitri needs it, otherwise why pay from the honorable The signal flag is retired to be an arms dealer's bodyguard?"

The officers distributed noise-cancelling headphones, and Dimitri, a powerful and elite former signal flag officer, demonstrated to Kant the essentials of loading, disassembling, and shooting a Lynx rifle, and then Maozi looked at his boss, as if to consult Whether to conduct a live-fire demonstration.

Kant glanced at the time, then stretched out his hand, took the anti-equipment rifle in Dimitri's hand gently and skillfully, pointed it at the target, and fired it.

one-hand.

Kirov was taken aback and shouted: "Brother, the posture is not..."

His voice was quickly drowned in the violent booming sound. A 14.5x114mm sniper bullet costs dozens of dollars, which means a violent charge and unparalleled shooting power, as well as the ability to shoot tigers, lions, elephants, rhinos, and hippos. Even the Tyrannosaurus Rex was frightened into a stupid [beep-] loud noise and fire.

The thick gunpowder smoke dissipated, and a few Maozi opened their mouths.

Because they clearly saw that the Chinese macho man who was standing with a 14.5mm anti-equipment rifle single-handedly fired the five bullets in the magazine in one go. The mouth didn't even shake even a millimeter.

Kirov murmured, "fxck...is Chinese Kung Fu actually real?"

"good."

Kant nodded, then removed the weak bipod used to support the ground while lying down and threw it away.

Hunks don't need such slutty stuff.

He said to the stunned Kirov: "Is there any accessories? Get a bayonet."

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PS1: The first update, four thousand words!

PS2: I've done the math. The bounty from last month should be almost finished by now. I'll do the math after coding tonight, and then open a bounty.