Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"His Majesty."

Moyani's police station, the provisional government led by King Chakat II is facing a big enemy, because Bob Bourjo, Jr., who led the army to destroy Komora, asked for dialogue.

Bob Burrow, the name has been shadowed over Comora for a long, long time.

Since the days of the great Bob-Bourguet, many of the lifelines of the country have been in the hands of this French mercenary leader... Until today, the Bourguese family has committed a serious crime against Comora, and the young king has made up his mind to forever , never again to compromise and yield.

"Connect."

Various monitoring and broadcasting instruments are in place.

Chakat II put on the headset, and the leisure of the previous conversation with Kant was gone.

He was to speak to a cruel and despicable executioner.

"Your Majesty, long time no see."

Little Bob-Burreau's voice was a little more neurotic and cunning and weird.

Chakat II said coldly: "Long time no see, little Bob, I look forward to the next meeting with you. I will put your head on a plate and put it in front of the French ambassador."

"Wow." The Frenchman grinned, "Who gave you courage to this puppet? Chinese?"

The ** said quietly: "Who made you mad dog run away and beg for life? Chinese?"

The sound of slapping the table rang out in the earphones, and little Bob roared: "Don't! Me! This way! Talk! You Nger! We already have a fundamental difference! You nigga! My omnipotent Spiritual power will be turned into a long whip that lashes you to death on the plantation for me!"

It sounds like the colonists of this new age have torn their skins.

Chakat II was not angry, his tone was still calm: "That's right, we do have a fundamental difference, at least you have more experience in surrendering, don't you think about it again? Although the target is Nger in the cotton field, but Why is it better for Hitler?"

"…enough!"

Little Bob shouted, took a few breaths, and then said, "Let's stop these boring squabbles and talk about something meaningful. Where's the Chinese! Where's the Chinese named Kant!"

The king replied, "I don't know, but I may have gone to France to kill your father."

Little Bob was choked again.

The person's heavy breathing was released from the earphones, and then, a cold and stern laughter sounded.

"It seems that the Chinese really gave you a lot of courage, nigger."

He said sadly: "Do you think that Chinese is the only person in the world with supernatural powers? Do you think relying on him will allow you to regain the throne? Wrong, so wrong, this world is better than you think It's even more complicated, he's just one of them, do you think he's very powerful?"

"Wrong, what he has done so far, a special force, a formation of gunships, can be better than what he has done, he is not irreplaceable, the technological revolution led by white people, the military led by us The revolution has achieved enough results, he is not indispensable, there are as many weapons as can replace him, only a lowly stupid idiot like you will treat him as a treasure!"

"And I, I am irreplaceable."

"Stupid Comorans, guarding great wealth and never looking at it, so the treasure in the king's tomb, I got it, I was recognized by it, I gained its power, I was chosen by it, You can't imagine how powerful and terrifying that power is, controlling people's hearts, affecting their hearts, it's just one of its insignificant uses, you don't understand at all, how much stronger I am than that Chinese!"

Little Bob's voice was getting louder and louder, and it was close to roaring.

Chakat II remained calm: "If that's the case, why are you calling me?"

"It's not for you! How can you be a lowly **** worthy of talking to me? I want to talk to Kant! Only someone like him who is also beyond ordinary is worthy of talking to me!"

His tone was sinister and extremely arrogant, as if a **** was sending an order.

"You immediately get Kant!"

The king replied: "Why don't you call your father? Maybe you can hear Kant's voice, and maybe you can hear your father's last scream."

"...Nigger, you brought it on yourself."

Little Bob-Burruo said coldly: "I originally wanted to maintain my grace and elegance, and I didn't want to embarrass you, a scumbag, but you have repeatedly challenged my tolerance, so I will punish you."

"King of Komora, I have visited several towns and cities under your rule, and many of your people have bathed in my brilliance and have been inspired by me to give everything for me, whether it is life or loyalty, even if I order If they die, they will not hesitate, I think you have seen it. I warn you one last time, if you play tricks again, I will let your people die in front of you."

He said solemnly: "I will say it one last time, let Kant come to talk to me."

A moment of silence.

The king took a deep breath and replied, "Kant doesn't want to talk to you. You can tell me what you want, what transaction, what plan you have, and then it's up to me to decide whether to tell him or not."

Little Bob laughed lowly: "Very well, it seems that you didn't take my warning seriously, so I will send you pictures of their bodies. How many people should be killed? Ten people? Or a hundred?"

"…Wait a moment!"

Chakat II shouted.

What answered him was the hoarse and triumphant laughter of the French.

"You see, you are always like this, young king, my majesty, you always feel that you are a dignified king, you always take international law seriously, you think all nations are equal, what a joke, you are in the Mora is a king, you are not even the patriarch of a primitive tribe in the eyes of us French, you are monkeys that have failed in evolution, parasites that have not contributed at all to the development of mankind, you are only worthy of relying on our assistance. Survive, a bunch of beggars and slaves long overdue..."

Loud spitting.

Little Bob tore off all manners and pretense.

He whispered: "You know, venerable king, we have been dealing with each other for a long time, and my favorite thing is to trample on your dignity, you look at us with the pride and majesty of a king, and then pay attention to our money, materials and technical assistance. In front of you, bow your head slowly, because in your heart, your nation is more important than your dignity, haha, just for a group of lazy and ignorant monkeys..."

His laughter narrowed and became gloomy.

"Then, beg me, beg me again, apologize to me for the dying, ten, or a hundred civilians of Komora, and then beg me, forgive them..."

The king's eyes fell.

He closed his eyes.

silence.

"...Go eat shit."

Then, respond like this.

This was so unexpected to little Bob that he didn't even react.

"Fxck-no, you white pig."

The king said coldly: "I said wait a minute, just to tell you one thing, listen, little Bob, I don't care how many hostages you have in your hands, a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand, I tell You, as long as you kill even a Komora, then I will immediately interrupt all possibilities of negotiation, and entrust Kant to hunt down you and your family with all my strength, and there will be no one left."

Little Bob said angrily: "You..."

King Chakat II held the microphone and said in a firm tone: "Shut up, those who resist the six weeks are a coward who only slaughtered civilians. Do you think you can manipulate me at will? Don't forget who makes you so rampant and arrogant to rely on! That treasure was taken from the tomb of King Komora! It is the legacy of my ancestors! No matter what country's law, I have undisputed ownership of this treasure!"

The French sneered: "But it's with me now! Do you think you can keep that thing?"

"Of course, I must not be able to keep it, but in terms of justice, I am still the owner of that treasure! Komora can't keep that thing, but he can declare it as a gift! Those who are gifted will have nothing to lose. Doubtful ownership! Then! Little Bob, answer me! If I say who will avenge us, who will help us destroy the Bourjo family, the royal family of Komora will hand over that treasure, what will happen when you say it? "

"Can your country, your family, still protect you? Are Kant and you the only people in the world with supernatural powers? If not, you're dead! I swear that all members of your family will suffer The most cruel and tragic torture, how many Komorans you have killed, I will let you live for as many days! This is what the king of Komora said, do you want to try if I will honor it!?”

The king's mouth was dripping, his eyes were bloodshot, the country was captured, the throne was usurped, and his subjects were slaughtered.

Little Bob had absolutely no idea that this would be the case.

In the past, he was just a poor **** who was scorned and despised by him at will, so he could be so difficult to deal with.

There was even a little bit of murmur in his tone.

"It doesn't matter if many of your subjects die miserably because of this?"

he asked.

He was answered by a loud spitting sound.

"While doing the most despicable and shameless things, you use morality to kidnap people. This is what you white-skinned pigs in the West are good at." The king said viciously, "But it was you who killed them, not me!"

Little Bob said gloomily: "I said, don't try to provoke me, let me talk to Kant, let him stop all armed activities against me, and I will not kill your subjects!"

Chakat II growled: "But now it's you and not us who beg for mercy! Make no mistake about that!"

"I'm not begging for mercy!"

"Then why don't you hang up!"

After the roar, there was a dead silence.

The king and little Bob did not speak.

Then, the French said fiercely: "Do you think I dare not?"

"So, do you want to gamble?"

The king said: "The old father, who is seriously injured and who is dying, so urgently needs medical treatment, everything that the Bourjou family manages and owns, and, what you have acquired, the mighty power that surpasses mortals and can change the world - I bet, I bet you are reluctant to give up."

Little Bob's breathing grew faster and faster.

The voice also became frantic.

"So, you are betting on the lives of your subjects?"

Even such a disgusting question was asked.

Correspondingly, Chakat II's tone and demeanor gradually became confident and calm.

I don't know when, the waist has gradually straightened, and the solemnity, awe and anxiety in the bones and even genes have been slowly washed away inadvertently.

You don't seem to be great either.

He said: "So I am the king, and you are but a failed mercenary chief, the descendant of robbers, traffickers and fraudsters, you are no different from your ancestors, the difference is that you made your fortune and dominated The method that the world has used for hundreds of years is almost unworkable."

Without waiting for the other party to speak, the king who quietly seized the initiative in the conversation threw out conditions.

"Release all the Komora people and hand over the relics of our ancestors. I will let you leave Komora and not hunt down you and your family within a year. You have enough time to remain anonymous."

Little Bob was a little confused before, but this condition made him suddenly come back to his senses.

"Absolutely impossible!"

He snapped: "Do you think I'll believe your promise? Give up all my reliance and bargaining chips, and then let you slaughter? Do you think I'd be so stupid?"

The king sighed: "I'm used to treachery, so I don't want to trust others? Your contract spirit is not so amazing. Then, I will take a step back, and you will hand over the treasure..."

The two were caught up in a new round of wrangling and disputes.

It's just that in this back-and-forth verbal exchange, the intelligence officer in the other room has put down his earphones. At the same time, Ambassador He, who is also at the police station, has received a call. The intelligence and information support from the other side of the world is extremely high. Efficiency plays a role.

Finalize to exact coordinates on the map.

"Cunning, really cunning."

Kant, who was patrolling and waiting in the vast sky, put away his mobile phone.

According to common sense, little Bob is in danger of life. He is holding the sacred relic of Comora to control the civilians. He must be making an escape plan. Due to the fatal worry, he chose the hostage and negotiation model. It stands to reason that he should hide in an unknown safe house, so as not to be beheaded by Kant in a surprise attack during the negotiation process.

Unexpectedly, he was still hiding in the Comora West Airport.

"This time, the sneak is a bit difficult..."

He glanced at the map a few more times. Moyani had narrowed the signal range to a house at the airport. The decapitation must be hit with one hit, so that little Bob would not be dying.

"Okay, let's end all this... By the way, receive all kinds of supplies from the airport."

Kant took back the eagle of Seymour, and the figure walked through the night. The airport was not far from here, so hurry up.

The tug-of-war between Chakar II and Bob Jr. continues.

According to the previously agreed plan, the king was buying time for Kant.

What he didn't know was that although Bob's voice in the earphone was fierce and irritable, in fact, the Frenchman who was arguing fiercely with him had neither angry nor impatient eyes, but a dull golden glow, the corners of his mouth. Still sneering.

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PS1: Back to my hometown... The more touching thing is that when I got home from the airport, I fell asleep in the taxi. Since my tinnitus, I don’t seem to fall asleep in the car very often. It doesn’t matter if I’m sleepy or not. Catching a flight, I only slept for three or four hours insomnia, and I still couldn't sleep in the car... I was very moved and very comfortable.

PS2: The reason for going back to my hometown is that today is November 19th, my birthday, and my mother's birthday on the lunar calendar also happens to be on this day, so I'm happy after waking up.