Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Infantry fighting vehicles lined up, gunships swept through the air, and the shooters, armed with Gatling machine guns and anti-aircraft machine guns, watched nervously around them, and the convoy of mercenaries from France was galloping.

"I swear! I swear I know nothing!"

The four SUVs in the middle are holding the prisoners, and high-value targets are divided into vehicles for quick interrogation. The time seems to be very urgent, and it is too late to send them to the place of detention for further interrogation.

"I swear I told you everything I know! I'm just a photographer! BCC photographer! Please don't kill me! Please let me go! My company will pay the ransom for me!"

The screams of photographer Cole echoed throughout the car.

He wasn't even beaten or overly intimidated.

"Boss, you heard it all, these two Englishmen just happened to meet."

The bearded mercenary in charge of the interrogation took off his turban and threw it aside, and turned the real-time video communication device over to point it at his face. The video was little Bob Bourjo.

The little Bob in the video has a gloomy face and an uncontrollable arrogance. Obviously, the Frenchman is not happy. He has received the news that the team chasing the King of Comora has been wiped out.

He said coldly, "Where's the other Englishman?"

The mercenary shrugged: "She explained faster, but she didn't know anything - a young and beautiful white chick fell into the hands of a group of manic and brutish mercenaries, even if we didn't have time to do anything, she would put herself Scared to urinate."

Little Bob said coldly: "Even if you have time, you can't do anything, listen, white people can't, I repeat, white people can't, she's British, I don't want to cause any trouble when I return her in the future! I don’t even want to be caught by that group of roast beef in this kind of thing!”

Roast beef, also known as rosbif, is a kind of regional blackness of the French to the British. This should be the first head of the British. They call the French a frogman.

- I know what you want to say, just shut up!

In short, there are many explanations for the origin of this name. The most widely circulated explanation is that the ingredients of the French dinner are also a bit Cantonese. At that time, when the British and French fought each other by nicknames, the British thought that the French eat frog legs. They are used to being good at fighting monsters, so they called them "frog eaters", which was gradually simplified to "frog guys", so the French responded that they were roast beef.

This is a bit strange, the British are obviously chips and fish head cakes.

This habit of mocking nicknames based on each other's eating habits is very popular in Europe. For example, Germans are called "Kraut", which means sauerkraut.

Of course, it seems very strange to the Chinese, who would call someone a pancake roll with green onions.

The Germans have also responded to the French. Of course, the German people are more sturdy and simple, and they are slapped in the face. The most famous nickname for the French is "six-weeker", which means "resistance for six weeks".

Of course, the above nicknames are all fun for Welsh people.

"Okay, don't worry, boss, our people know what to do."

"It's good to know. Now that the situation is critical, let me take care of the hang in my pants!" Little Bob said gloomily, "Is it just a coincidence that they were rescued by those mercenaries from Asia?"

"Yes, boss, I think so."

"Then ask them what they know!"

Those yellow-race counterparts have received extremely professional anti-torture training. After the French conducted preliminary inquiries, they found that it was very difficult to get them to cooperate in a short period of time.

It's not that you can't ask.

In fact, the physiological function of human beings determines that this kind of creature cannot endure certain tortures at all, and it does not even need to make blood Zira, or even see blood, and does not need the torturer to do it himself. There, put on a loud sound, and then put a computer-controlled light there, and place the person there. It flashes and vibrates every few seconds. After forty-eight hours, there are basically answers to questions. As long as you let him sleep, He can do and say anything.

There are many such measures, but they all take time.

After realizing this, little Bob was in urgent need of intelligence, so he could only try to find something from two British civilians with many weak chickens.

"I say! I say! I can say anything!"

Once inquired, Cole explained everything like a bamboo tube pouring beans. He is not a tough guy, and he has no interests. He is just a passing photographer. People keep secrets? As soon as I thought about it, I said everything.

But... how to say.

What he fully explained was the "facts" he "understood".

"They are all Chinese special forces!"

Cole shouted: "It's to rescue the Chinese who are imprisoned in the palace! They are in charge of covering, and the super soldier who rescued the people is the son of that person!"

As soon as he finished speaking, little Bob suddenly changed his color: "What did you say?"

"It's true! It's all true! I took a video! Compare the two of them! Definitely father and son!" he yelled, "I heard their captain and someone when I was on the move with them. After talking on the phone, I know a little bit of Chinese, the Chinese who gave orders to these special forces is surnamed Wang, and is their boss, because this person calls him 'boss', which means 'boss'!"

On the one hand, he really dared to say it, and on the other hand, he really dared to believe it.

Little Bob's face was gloomy and uncertain, and his expression changed drastically.

Chinese.

special forces.

their army.

That is to say...

Have the Chinese stepped in?

Did they hear something? Maybe they are already prepared?

I have to say that the advocacy of the China threat theory for decades has made Westerners believe it. When the eastern country has been subconsciously regarded as a huge threat, then all the variables and coincidences related to it, Both will be attributed to intentional and deliberate.

"Boss..." asked the Frenchman in charge of extorting the confession, "Is China also involved?"

There was some unease in his tone.

The mercenary business is a gray business. It wanders between the boundaries of light and darkness. It seems unscrupulous, but it follows the rules better than anyone else, but the rules they follow are different from ordinary people.

The first-class rule is, don't confront the five regulars.

Little Bob's expression is more than ugly.

Kang Jinzhu's... son?

He couldn't help thinking of the joke from last night, but he didn't expect to be hit by him. Kang Jinzhu's son actually came to Africa. Moreover, he collapsed the palace, killed half of Moyani, and even the king's tomb and the Komora barracks. Even the murders and disappearances of many checkpoints must be related to him...

He also thought about the report of Moyani's subordinates and Kant's performance in the blocking battle. He even went to the **** Twitter to read the more and more popular tweets, **** Humvee, **** Chinese, He became more and more certain that he was facing an enemy beyond ordinary people...

- It turned out to have a Chinese military background! No wonder!

No wonder he has power beyond ordinary people, no wonder he has battalion-level firepower, no wonder he can reach Comora quickly at this time - it turns out that China has been planning for a long time!

Little Bob's mind spins.

Whether Kang Jinzhu's son is a genetically modified fighter secretly cultivated by the Chinese government, or whether he also gained power from a relic in China, it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that an extraordinary level enemy with far more power than ordinary people has already set his sights on him.

He didn't think Kang Jinzhu's son would stop after he rescued his father, as if nothing happened.

Whether it's hatred, or the secret of the ruins...he will come to him!

Since the Chinese government has already shown the shadow of a dragon, it is reasonable and reasonable that it should report to its own government so as to call for the intervention and support of the French government.

but…

This means that at least two powers at the level of the five permanent members will directly interfere with Komora and Biagan, and the permanent members will naturally start a terrifying power projection. Security companies may no longer be able to get what they want.

Little Bob gritted his teeth secretly when he thought of his father's deteriorating old injuries.

Doing everything and going all out is to obtain the things in the ruins and continue the life of my father... If this goal cannot be achieved, everything will be meaningless!

so.

Let's have a fight.

Thinking of this, little Bob's eyebrows flashed a ruthless look.

He is now at the airport, talking to his subordinates in the temporarily rebuilt information command center. In front of him, various electronic screens are transmitting various video images in real time, all of which are sent back by the team. Perspective, there are at least two cameras on every vehicle.

"Record me every second of the image."

He ordered so.

Maybe you are very powerful, Kant, I remember your name is Kant, the son of Kang Jinzhu.

But those tweets gave me a wake-up call.

This world has become different, showing a little bit of shadow under the sun, showing the part of the world that people still don't know about. You are a minority, a secret, and something governments want to cover up and seize.

You have strength and can do many things that you couldn't do before. You could only sit at home worrying and crying, but now you can come to Africa and rescue your father with your own hands. You are so powerful that you think no one can stop you , you certainly don't leave your teammates alone.

So, a gunship, an infantry fighting vehicle, three armed pickups, and five armored SUVs, what kind of power should you show if you want to destroy such a convoy and rescue your friends.

Come on, these are all decoys.

If you bite the hook.

I'll show the world what you look like.

He said, "Now order the convoy to change direction, how far are you from Moani?"

The other party looked at the location map: "About five kilometers, sir, you can already see the outline of the city."

"Go from there - did you get the Twitter account of this photographer friend?"

The mercenary smiled: "Of course, he is very generous, and I have already sent it to your mobile phone."

"That's good." Little Bob showed a gloomy smile. "Maybe we can upload something more exciting, something our government, our people, our news, all like to watch."

The mercenary in charge of the interrogation suddenly froze. Maybe it was because of the screen. He felt that the boss's state was a bit wrong... very wrong.

Unconsciously, even Little Bob himself did not know that his smile had become a little distorted.

He held that precious and extremely important suitcase in his hands, and even handcuffed them together, never separating for a moment, he twisted his neck, scratched his face with the other hand, and then took a few steps back. , took out the phone, pressed the number: "Thomas."

Thomas is in charge of Moyani's defense and security work. He was previously in charge of the city's patrols at the police station. He urgently arranged for little Bob's car, which is still in the city.

"Boss, I'm here."

Little Bob said in a low voice, "Get ready, Thomas, wait for my order."

"Yes, boss, it's ready. I'll confirm with you one last time. Where are we aiming the gunfire? Finally, what is the target?" Thomas lowered his voice, "Is it the French embassy?"

"of course not."

The moment he turned back, Little Bob's smile, hidden in the shadows of the bright liquid crystal light of the electronic room, became distorted, weird, and frightening.

"The whole city, of course, with napalm and white phosphorus," he said.

Thomas' voice on the other end of the phone vibrated: "Boss!? This..."

"What are you afraid of?"

Little Bob's tone changed a little, his voice became a little shrill, and it looked weird and terrible. He sneered and said, "The murderer is not us, what are you afraid of? Is our white country, white government, Will the white people, the white media, clarify and explain for a Chinese?"

Thomas murmured, "But..."

"Follow orders, Thomas, it's just a bunch of black people, and on the other side it's me, it's my father, it's you, it's your family...you know what to choose."

When little Bob said this, his tone became a little light, like a devil's murmur, a devil's whisper, and he said slowly: "You have seen it too, it's beautiful, isn't it? After success, we all have share…"

As soon as these words came out, there was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, Thomas's dream-like tone also sounded.

"Yes, boss, it's beautiful, I get it..."

Little Bob nodded contentedly.

He looked at the suitcase that was attached to his hand, and the distance was very close. His fiery gaze seemed to penetrate the sealed lead box. As if the most beautiful woman, constantly plucking his heartstrings.

"It's talking to me, it's getting more and more passionate, since we dug it out, it's getting more beautiful and more passionate over time, it's craving, and sometimes it's gone, I can Felt, when the palace collapsed, it bloomed like a flower, it protected me, and then it went far, and now it's close...like a sweet little girl, Thomas, isn't it?"

"Yes Yes…"

Little Bob took a step, slowly pushed the door to leave, and whispered softly: "I want to look at it again, look at it a few more times, just once..."

What he didn't notice was that the intelligence officers in the electronic room who were supposed to be staring at their respective screens to interact with battlefield information turned their heads and stared at his leaving figure, their eyes dull like a puppet.

The next moment, he came back to his senses and looked at each other inexplicably, not knowing what happened.

"I've discovered the team, it's probably them."

Kant looked at the Juechen motorcade in the distance and pressed the earphone, "I'm going to start, it will take about ten minutes, you drive slower, and after you're done, you have to deal with the corpse, so as not to be seen and nagged by my dad."

After a few seconds, Horus' voice sounded: "Understood."

Kant dodged back to the White Mist World, and reappeared a moment later. He already had several javelins in his hand. He stretched out his hand and the eagle of Shimo flew into the sky and flew straight to the clouds, ready to dive at an absolute height. At this moment, the iron son's voice sounded again in the headphones: "Father."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Horus said: "Your father, he was yelling, the target of the conversation was 'the man who controlled this car', he said he had something important to say to you, you..."

Kant frowned and said, "It's here again... Let's cut people off first."

"...Father, I think it's better to listen to it first?"

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PS1: The first update, 4,500 words, and the second update, you go to sleep first.