Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Local time, seven in the morning.

An-12 went south from Serbia, crossed the Mediterranean Sea, and entered Africa.

Finally landed at the airport in Seligal.

By the way, as a cosmic power that punched the US imperialists, kicked the Soviet Union, and looked down on the European Union, the only country on earth that the awesome country of Biaagon looked at was Seligal.

The two countries maintain good relations and profound friendship.

The reason for this is not because the two countries have a long-standing historical friendship, nor because Seligal maintains due respect for Biagan, but is determined by the geographical locations of the two countries.

The country of Biagun is almost surrounded by Seligal geographically, and Biagun's strong land army has as many as a thousand people, while Seligal's standing army is 16,000.

Therefore, although Biagan could swept across the North American continent in a few days and wiped out the entire Soviet Union in seven days, he was condescending and maintained the simple friendship of a brotherly country in Africa with the weak Seligal.

Now that Biagun has invaded Comora, the two countries are at war, and the airports in their respective territories have been closed. Kant can only land at the Senegal airport near Comora.

Then figure out a way to cross the border to the smallest country in Africa.

"gentlemen."

The two Serbian pilots shook hands with him: "These are your cargoes?"

Kant patted the two on the shoulders: "My people will come and take them away. You two will go to the airport to rest for a few hours, and everything can be done quietly."

The Serb nodded judiciously.

They have done a lot in this line of work, and they know the truth of watching less, asking less and talking less. This is a necessary quality to make a fortune in silence for a long time. Anyway, their task is to fly, deliver the goods, and then leave with the money.

Kirov paid double the price, which was enough, even if the Chinese used magic to disappear these arms out of thin air, it had nothing to do with them.

They said politely, "Okay, sir, we'll take you through customs."

Kant smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I won't bother you two..."

Go wherever you go.

"You must," the captain said. "You've never been to Africa, have you? You don't know this, and I don't mean to disrespect, but in Africa, especially in front of the hyenas at customs and airports, there are two white faces. , will save you a lot of unnecessary trouble."

Kant thought about it and finally agreed.

The biggest purpose of coming to Africa is to save his father, he doesn't want to make extra troubles.

The plane was parked under the command of the control tower. Kirov's company had already formed a cooperative relationship with this airport, and there was no accident. The three of them left the plane. It was much hotter than expected, but the sky was blue and the air There was the smell of sand.

But the airport terminal is actually much more beautiful and taller than expected.

Serbs say that it was built with foreign aid, and the whole city has only one or two places to see.

When you get on the shuttle bus to the terminal, the gap with Serbia and the country becomes apparent.

There was no receptionist, just a black driver who was driving, obviously delighted to see Kant, shouted "Boss" with a smirk, it was actually in Chinese, and then drove the convertible, which was apparently lacking in maintenance, and rumbled crookedly. Go downstairs to the terminal.

After arriving, the black driver immediately turned his head, his eyes quickly looked at the three of them, his eyes swept across the faces of the two white men, and then stopped on Kant, the yellow race.

Then reach out.

The captain sitting next to him drank in French, took out a folded banknote from his pocket, and threw it directly on the other side, signaling Kant to get out of the car.

"Customs in all countries in Africa are a **** mess, extortion, insatiable, and shameless, sir, I know you Chinese are looking for modesty and friendliness, but trust me, in this far away from civilization. , those excellent qualities are of no use."

Says the well-informed Serb.

Kant said lightly: "I saw it."

The surprise in the eyes of the black driver after seeing Kant was not due to the fact that he saw the legendary Chinese citizen who was humble and peaceful and who knew kung fu.

Rather, it was a reflex-like greedy surprise.

Usually basically able to develop this conditioning, it must be because he has been successful many times.

But rescuing his father was his top priority, and he didn't want to make a mess.

"I'm going to the toilet."

In the barely clean toilet compartment, Kant locked the door, activated his ability, jumped back to the cabin, and then swept away all the guns and ammunition in the passenger cabin and cargo compartment, and threw them all back to the white fog world.

After about two or three minutes, he pushed open the door and looked at the Serbian guarding outside: "Let's go."

Soon, Kant realized that the other party's description of African customs was true.

I also understand why my father has been refusing to let him come to Africa to play.

Xie Ligan arranged all the matters for the trip to Serbia, while Kirov arranged the part to go to Africa. Kant's passport has been stamped with the exit permit record from the Serbian military, and he has a new identity. He is a charity from China. Home and volunteers, came to support the African brothers.

This was done almost flawlessly. At least all the proofs that African customs officers could not see any problems were useless. The black aunt at the customs extended a warm hand and signaled to the philanthropist from China to support her African sister first.

Otherwise, there will be all kinds of problems with the passports and identity certificates of the Chinese brothers. If you don't give money, you will be locked in a small dark room for 24 hours, spent with you, or even directly charged to you. deport.

Yes, openly reach out, directly express.

This kind of thing seems outrageous and unimaginable to the Chinese, but in Africa, it is completely normal to no longer normal - whether it is the staff, the people waiting in line, and the staff next to them, everyone is right Turning a blind eye, people are reaching out, people are giving money.

Kant handed over two hundred dollars.

In exchange for the most enthusiastic service and smile of the other party.

Pass the security check.

The security inspector looked at the brand-new three-defense military notebook in the Kangde bag for a long time, and then said that he was not sure whether this kind of thing was dangerous and should be confiscated.

Also known as Ming grab.

At this time, two Serbs who had passed the customs pressed over and scolded the black man in a vivid and arrogant French accent. Due to the colonial history, African blacks, especially those with colonial history, worshiped white people. It was simply etched in the bones.

Since it is a distinguished white adult who came forward, then it will not be detained.

Three hundred dollars.

"That's why I hate African customs," said the Serb with dissatisfaction. "These guys are hopeless. Anyone who has been to Africa will not have the slightest illusion and confidence in the future of this place. They are simply hopeless. Out of civilization... fuck!"

He cursed suddenly.

Because of the escalator in front, two fat black heads rose up.

When the policeman in police uniform and armed with guns saw them, he walked straight up, showing the same smile as the previous driver, and stretched out his black bear-like palm: "You! money!"

This scene is really too crude, the Serbs were furious and protested in French, but the two policemen were unmoved, they talked to him without being humble or arrogant, and even touched the gun on their waists.

Kant was expressionless, grabbed a thousand dollars, and gave five to one person.

So the police also performed a face-changing stunt, showing white teeth, giving a thumbs up to Kant, and saying in blunt and broken English: "Chinese, great!"

After the two **** left, the two Serbs scolded in a low voice: "Damn, it must be someone from the customs who told these two [beep-], we are Serbs, damn, if I take I have a French passport, how dare they just say that, they even got down on their knees and licked my shoes!"

Kant frowned: "Customs?"

"Of course, they all colluded and reported news. If anyone has money and is easy to blackmail, the police at the airport will go and make another money. They are all thugs, hooligans, and offal, especially these police officers, who are on duty at the airport during the day and are on duty at night. Robbers, I have heard many such things, they will target foreign companies, especially Asian companies, to impose fines and blackmail, and the traffic police like to stop Chinese cars the most..."

Another Serb said to Kant: "Sir, you don't have to do this... Just because you didn't give money, the police didn't dare to do anything to us."

"What if? If there is a conflict, what if they want to arrest us?" Kant said lightly, "I don't want to kill all the people in the airport police station."

It sounded like a joke, but somehow the Serbs didn't laugh.

"Okay, let's go to the exit." Kant said, "Let's say goodbye to it. I hope there will be a chance to cooperate next time. You two, have fun and return safely."

"Thank you." The two politely said goodbye, and couldn't help but say again, "Sir, the law and order here is very bad..."

"Don't worry." Kant waved his hand, "I have a helper."

The two watched Kant leave, then looked at each other and breathed a long sigh of relief.

For some reason, in front of this Chinese, they always kept their voices soft and did not dare to speak loudly.

The moment he stepped out of the airport, Kant was stunned for a moment.

Serbs say that the airport was built with foreign aid, and usually the whole city can be seen from one place.

It does.

White, beautiful, columned, tall airport.

Outside there are low brick and earth houses, endless, rarely seen tall buildings, there are many black faces next to them, and many white ones, while there are very few yellow-skinned faces.

Along the way, many eyes were focused on Kant.

On his wrists, in his pockets, and on his backpack.

The dust was rising, and there was a lot of noise. There were various languages ​​that were fast and difficult to distinguish, and there were also harsh trumpets. Kant was carrying a bag, alone, and walked down the steps step by step.

There is no flow restriction, no order, and even the bus station in the domestic county is inferior. Fortunately, the TAXI logo is almost universal, and Kant saw a dusty taxi.

"English?"

The driver grinned and looked excited: "yes! yes! where!"

Although there is a Transformer, it can't be summoned in public. He plans to find a taxi to take him to a barren mountain and call out Iron Son to go straight to Komora.

He took out his phone and searched Google Maps to confirm his destination.

The driver took out a map from the car: "map?"

Kant nodded, put his phone on the roof of the car, and carefully looked at the yellowed map.

At this moment, a young black man in a jersey walked past Kant, suddenly grabbed Kant's mobile phone like lightning, squeezed the crowd, and ran quickly into the distance.

Kant spent most of his energy on the map. After reacting, he grabbed it with a backhand, but he caught it empty. He turned to look at the driver, who shrugged at him with an innocent expression.

Kant took a deep breath, tightened his backpack, and chased after the thief.

There was laughter from the side, and the black people on both sides were looking at this Chinese who seemed to be very rich. They laughed at the same time, and when they saw him starting to chase, some people even tried to stop him.

A bearded white man burst into laughter, even bending over, flapping his hands, and shouting like a football coach: "Run! Chink! run! hurry!"

A cold light flashed in Kant's eyes, he took three steps to the right, slapped his backhand, and hit the other side's face with a puff.

There was chaos at the scene, and several black people who wanted to stop Kant from being amused immediately stopped.

As for the stupid white man, there are a few daring black people, look at me, I look at you, and then swarmed up and snatched the man's sunglasses, watches, backpacks, wallets, and even T-shirts.

And then left in a hurry.

Kant sprinted along the dirt road, keeping the speed within the acceptable range of human beings, so as not to cause any trouble, but even so, the distance between the two gradually approached, and the thief no matter which direction he ran, Kant was killed. Followed closely, and the distance was getting closer and closer.

When he turned into an alley, the black man was running out of breath. When he saw Kant appear, he gave a strange cry, took out a dagger, swung it at Kant twice, and shouted.

Kant exhaled slowly.

This is a residential area.

He didn't want to cause trouble, and he didn't want to add any variables to the rescue of his father.

Most importantly...he wanted to control himself.

Try not to use violence to solve problems, and try not to use violence to solve people.

He took out his wallet, took out a few US dollar bills, and pointed to the mobile phone in the other's hand.

Xie Li did all the money, so I don't feel bad about throwing it away.

"give-me, give-you."

In the simplest English, plus gestures.

The black man appeared to be moving, slowly stepped forward, tentatively stretched out his hand, grabbed a few US dollar bills in Kant's hand, and then jumped back like a dexterous monkey, and looked at the few Franklin in his hand, five Hundreds of dollars, fascinating wealth, in his hands.

Surprise and greed appeared on his face, and then he looked at the wallet in Kant's hand.

"money! money!"

He waved his knife and reached out to Kant: "give-me!"

Kant took a deep breath, took out the two cards inside, and handed over the entire wallet.

was taken away by the opponent.

There are changes prepared by Xie Liqian, RMB, US dollars, West African francs, and so on.

The black man's eyes were wide open, showing an extremely excited look. The money in it must be enough for him to squander for a long time. He opened his mouth and was so happy that he was almost stupid.

Kant said calmly: "give-me, phone."

The black man raised his head and looked at Kant, his eyes flashed with strong ridicule and disdain, and then his eyes gradually became greedy, and he looked at Kant's backpack again.

He picked up the knife again, as if it were an artifact that could deter the country.

"give-me!"

The shouting voice was also more fierce and confident than before.

Kant exhaled slowly.

Seeing that Kant did not give in, the black man shouted angrily: "give-me! ching! chong!"

Kant shook his neck and looked at each other coldly.

"fxcking! Nger!"

Hearing this sentence, the black man who had just shouted Kant "chingchong" blushed, as if he had encountered the ultimate insult.

The next moment, the black man's thick arm was grasped by Kant.

With a click, the arm was broken at a twisted angle, and the dagger was sharp, directly piercing the sternum and piercing the opponent's chest.

Kant punched.

With a muffled bang, the handle of the dagger was directly smashed into the opponent's body, Kant flew, and the black man flew out of the air for more than ten meters, hitting the wall next to him, making a dull roar.

The smoke dissipated, the black man was in pain, spitting blood in despair, his upper body was broken, he was crying, looking at Kant with all his might, his mouth trembling, as if he wanted to say something.

What greeted him was the gust of wind blowing towards him, and Kant's indifferent eyes.

The fist hit the head, then the chest, and again and again, the wall rumbled, and smoke and dust rose up until the other party stopped breathing.

Kant stood up, the blood on his hands dissipated and his chest heaved slightly, panting.

The black light flashed, and Horus drove out of the world of white mist. He was surprised: "Father?"

Kant hissed: "Let's go, let's go to Comora."

"Yes."

Iron Son waited for Kant to get on the Humvee and asked, "Father, is there going to be a war here too?"

"No, it's self-defense."

Kant looked ahead and said coldly: "Kill everyone who shoots at us, kill everyone who is going to shoot at us!"

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PS1: Five thousand words update! Update 8,500 words today!

PS2: In addition, regarding racial discrimination and black people, so as not to cause any misunderstanding, let me state here first that I do not have racial discrimination, that is the disgusting thing of white people, I only despise and hate those who have no sense of responsibility, low quality, hurt others, Selfish, double standard people, whether they are white, black or yellow, whether they are Chinese or foreign - as to why many blacks and whites are despised and hated by me, they have to find their own reasons.

PS3: It is undeniable that some black people do have various problems. I read some materials and it really opened my eyes. They have such a temperament, there are factors of colonial influence and the influence of living environment, but I will not To arbitrarily comment on human beings on an entire continent, can you say that Africans are lazy and have no sense of responsibility? The Bushmen still hunt by exhausting their prey. It is not an outing, but a life-and-death showdown, which can be completed. Are the Africans who did this feat a slob?

PS4: In short, Africa is backward and underdeveloped. There are various factors. Many Africans, as described in the article, are also objective facts. These factors are caused by their own reasons and other external reasons. I do not deny that there are many bad reasons. I also believe that there must be many black people who are aware of this sadness but are gnashing their teeth to change all this, suffering, consecrating and sacrificing, just like a black person who will appear next in this book.

PS5: That's it, I don't write such boring stuff as racism, the Chinese have never enslaved any race, and they don't need to insult a race for fun.