Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds Chapter 309

309 Superfiring

“Kirov, translate.”

At this moment, the Russian on the other end of the phone seemed to have heard the bone-chilling wind in Siberia.

It had been about two hours since the last call. Through the translation of the message, Kirov had roughly guessed what Kang De planned to do.

Dimitri, who was more experienced, said that if he wanted to kidnap a company commander in a military camp in a state of war, he needed a careful plan, sufficient firepower, and a capable team. Moreover, it was best to act at night to have a higher success rate.

After all, the reality was not a game. There was only one chance. He could not load and start over, and it was also filled with many variables. A stray bullet and a mistake were enough to change the outcome… He had to be careful.

“If I bring people to do it, I'll first formulate a plan of action. It's best to kidnap another person from the vicinity of the military camp to interrogate and obtain comprehensive and detailed information to prevent any mistakes or concealment of the previous information.”

As expected, Kang De called and asked for an interpreter.

Kirov, who had picked up the phone, looked at the bodyguard.

The retired special forces soldier with the signal flag revealed a proud expression and raised his eyebrows. Just as he had expected, Kang De had indeed captured another person to interrogate the situation. This was called the elite thinking the same way.

Kirov praised, “Brother, you're really fast. You're an hour ahead of Dimitri's expectations. How is it? Did everything go smoothly?”

“Yes, it went quite smoothly.”

On the phone, Kang De was clearly not interested in small talk. “Let the interpreter be in place.”

“Alright, he's always here.”

Marley Serle, who had previously cooperated happily with Kang De, had already put on his earpiece and spoke in Chinese. This time, he even spoke in a Beijing accent, “Mr. Kang, it's good to see you again.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

Marley Serle raised his eyebrows.

After their previous cooperation, he already had a general understanding of this Chinese client's style of doing things. Moreover, as a professional interpreter, he had seen many things.

Therefore, he even joked this time, “Sir, from my professional point of view, he's screaming.”

“Then tell him that if he really likes to shout, I'll make teppanyaki with his c*ck. After it's cooked, I'll cut it off and stuff it into his mouth.”

The interpreter thought for a moment and roared in an extremely vulgar Texas accent.

He even considered that as a black man who had never seen the world in Gambia, the other party might not understand the word teppanyaki. After all, it originated in Japan and the other party might not know.

Therefore, he thoughtfully translated the threat into, “Skewer your longhorn with an iron bar of cassava and mango, then set it up on a tin gasoline can and make a BBQ. Then, cut it off and feed it to you, including those two balls.”

Perhaps because Marley Serle's red-necked tone was too ferocious, the Gambia man was clearly deterred. His terrified scream was stuck in his throat, leaving only the sound of extremely panicked breathing.

“Ask him,” Kang De said. “Where are the Chinese people who were captured now?”

English with a more African accent came from the phone. The black man spoke in fear, his voice even a little sharp, “I don't know, sir. I don't know anything. I only followed orders. I didn't hurt any Chinese. Please, don't hurt me…”

Marley Serle shrugged and answered, “He said, 'Keep hitting me,' sir.”

“…I've never heard of such a request in my life. Alright.”

Immediately after, a violent wind sounded from the stereo, as if the black man had been thrown from a high place. Immediately after, the sound of machinery operating clanged. Something buzzed and turned, like a chainsaw, an electric drill, or a blender. The cracking sounds intertwined and sounded very strange.

Dimitri blinked in confusion. “What torture device is this?”

The black man's miserable wail could be vaguely heard from the phone, “No, no, no, please! Let it stay away from me! Oh my god! No, no, no, no! Don't look at me! Don't eat me! I'll tell you! I'll tell you!”

Marley was about to speak when there was a shout from the stereo.

Immediately, the sound of the large-caliber anti-materiel rifle firing rumbled, and there was the strange sound of machinery operating. Then, there was a tooth-aching tearing sound, as if flesh and blood had been sawed open.

There were even the black man's terrified and desperate screams.

“Ahhhh, it's tearing, it's tearing apart, it's tearing!”

“Oh my god, don't do this. Don't throw it over! Hurry up and take it away! Oh Mom, ugh…”

For some reason, a chill rose in the hearts of the white people who were listening to all this.

A moment later, Kang De's voice sounded again, “Don't mind him. Our new friend doesn't like the football I gave him. It might not be round enough.”

Kirov straightened up and said tentatively, “Brother, did they discover you? Is everything all right? Is there anything I can help with? If you need help or advice…”

Kang De said indifferently, “It's fine. These are the last few. They actually dare to take the initiative to jump out and fight back.”

The arms dealer and his friend looked at each other. Had they been discovered by the enemy and chased?

—No, no!

Kirov's face suddenly revealed disbelief.

He finally discovered that something was wrong. “Who, who is this person?”

“…” Kang De's tone was a little impatient, “Of course it's Orthus. Who else can it be?”

The retired officer of the signal flag widened his eyes. The cigar between Kirov's fingers fell to the table, and his tone became a little stammering, “The last few you just said…”

“Is this the time to talk about this?”

“Of, of course not! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! Please continue!”

He gestured for Marley Serle to continue translating, while he and the bodyguard, Dimitri, looked at each other and gestured wildly and mouthed—what the f*ck was going on?

“Okay, friend, it sounds like this is your subordinate, colleague, or gay friend?”

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, no! Please! Take him away! Don't let him face me!”

Through the hard work of the interpreter, Kang De communicated successfully with his African friend on the phone.

“Then listen carefully and answer my question quickly, completely, and frankly. If you're hiding anything or lying, I'll let you have a passionate life-and-death kiss with your gay friend. You'd better tell me the truth before I think of an even more disgusting way to play. Now, tell me! Where! Are! You?!”

“I don't know… I really don't know! We handed them to those people! We're only carrying out the order! I swear! I'm telling the truth!”

“Who are those people?”

Orthus was clearly silent, or rather hesitant.

Kang De said sternly, “Electricity!”

The sound of the electric current rolling up a magnetic arc sounded, followed by the miserable and intense whimpers and muffled howls of Orthus. His mouth was gagged. This punishment lasted for half a minute. Kirov listened in silence. A drop of cold sweat slid down the arms tycoon's cheek.

“…Mercenaries! We handed them to mercenaries! Those people are mercenaries!”

Orthus said anxiously in a weak and afraid voice.

“Why would mercenaries capture Chinese people?!”

“I don't know, I really don't know! I'm only following orders! The king's orders! The king ordered me to lead the army to follow that mercenary into Comoros! They're responsible for obtaining victory, and we're responsible for seizing the fruit! In principle, I have to listen to their instructions! This is the king's order!”

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When Kirov heard this, he suddenly said, “…Brother, ask him the name of that mercenary.”

Marley Serle immediately translated accurately.

“I… I really don't know! The person I contacted asked me to call him Mr. Burroughs! I saw him when I escorted those Chinese people over, but he was wearing a thick heavy bulletproof vest and a helmet. I can't see what he looks like at all! I'm not lying to you!”

Kirov picked up his phone and asked in English. The composition of the other party's military rank, the race of the members, the type of weapons and equipment… The frightened Major Orthus told him everything, but his answers were messy.

Next, Kirov gestured and Dimitri immediately stood up and went out. The arms dealer composed himself. “I'll try to help you find out, brother, but this mercenary is clearly very careful. He doesn't wear a military rank and his weapons and equipment are all international, so I can only say that I'll do my best.”

“Thank you, Kirov.”

“It's my honor to serve you.”

After saying that, Kirov reacted—why did he say that?

He scratched his head and said, “At least I understand something now. No wonder this battle is so strange and Gambia advanced so quickly—so they found a substitute to fight, but this is even stranger.”

Kang De asked, “What's strange?”

“The US dollars spent to hire such a powerful and well-equipped mercenary can directly squeeze dry Gambia's annual financial income. The Gambia King only needs to take out half of this money to mobilize 10,000 young men and rifles from the tribes in the country. Not only is it cheaper, but it's also more efficient. It's very unreasonable to hire such an external help army.”

“Moreover, Comoros is even poorer. The benefits obtained can't compare to the price.”

Kang De said coldly, “But this happened after all.”

“Therefore, there must be a reason to do this. For example, other agreements, schemes, or…” Kirov whispered, “secrets that we don't know about other than money.”

Kang De was silent for a moment, then asked, “Are these things related to kidnapping the Chinese?”

“I'm not sure, but there should be some connection. Brother, no armed force in this world dares to attack a national of a permanent member without any conflict of interest. They must have some requests. The exact request depends on what they want.”

Kirov had already guessed 70 to 80% of the goal of Kang De's trip to Africa. “You don't have to worry too much, brother. No matter what their request is, they don't dare to hurt the Chinese.”

“Is that so?”

On the phone, Kang De's voice was a little distorted, but he could still hear the coldness.

“I never place my hopes on a group of hyenas, warmongers, and killing machines—translate!”

Marley Serle jolted. “Yes, sir!”

He was about to translate the sentence “I never place my hopes on…” when he heard Kang De say, “Ask him! Where did he escort the Chinese?! Point it out on the map! Also, mark where the mercenaries fighting for Gambia have fought!”

“Yes! Yes!”

Orthus was sobbing and his breathing was rapid. They could even hear him sniffling, “Here! Yaelorba! A small town west of the capital of Comoros, Domoni! The news I heard is that they've already attacked the capital of Comoros and are in the final battle with its army!”

“Very good. I see. I understand.”

Kang De's voice was very calm, “Now, look at me, look at my face. When you first saw me earlier, you were stunned. You've seen someone who looks more like me before, right? However, he's a little thinner than me. He's wearing glasses, his hair is a little gray, and he's wearing sloppy and dirty work clothes. He carries a notebook with him—you've seen such a person, right? Among that group of Chinese people.”

“Yes… yes…”

“You also gave him to those mercenaries?”

“I… I… I'm sorry. I… I didn't know…”

“Is he injured?”

“No! Really no! I respect them very much! I didn't do anything to them! I didn't even starve them! These are all true!”

“…Oh.”

Then, after a while, the sound of liquid falling sounded from the phone.

“No, no, no, no! Oh my god, what are you doing?! Please forgive me! I'm not lying! I'm only following orders! I don't want to die! Please don't do this! Please! Please…”

“I know, I know.”

This time, it was Kang De who spoke.

The pronunciation of English sounded very awkward and irregular to foreigners.

“But that can't save you.”

The sound of flames burning, burning sounds, and extremely painful roars and wails even made the sound system a little distorted.

Kirov and the interpreter closed their eyes at the same time.

“Thank you, Kirov, thank you, Marley. Before the news of the destruction of this military camp reaches there, I have to find that team of mercenaries first. Therefore, let's not talk anymore…”

Kang De's voice was terrifyingly calm, especially in the background of this wail and scream. His calm tone sounded even more terrifying.

“…Wait!” Kirov said subconsciously.

“Yes?”

Kang De waited for him to continue.

However, Kirov did not know what to say. He only organized his words. “I… I just feel that, brother, aren't you a little… I mean, I can understand your feelings, but…”

In the next moment, Kang De spoke, his voice a hundred times colder than before.

“…I'm sorry, Kirov. I have an urgent matter. Talk to you later.”

The call was immediately hung up.

Hearing the busy tone, the arms dealer was stunned for a moment before slowly breathing out, “F*ck… It was clearly normal when he came to Serbia. His PTSD symptoms are enough to live in the Akham Asylum…”

He glanced at Marley Serle. The interpreter was looking back at him.

The Russian shook his head. “I have to educate my little brat well when I return. I also hope that after my business fails, a murderous son can save me.”

However, at this point, he revealed a hesitant expression, “…Do I really want him to?”

The arms dealer was sighing with emotion, but he did not know that the guy he was talking about who was enough to live in Arkham Asylum and kill people as flies had already left this world.

In the territory of Goethe, the Summer Leaf District, the stream valley. In the distance, there were flags like a forest, solid shields, and heavy armor. The mages protected the formation, and there was a heavy rhinoceros cavalry roaring softly. The new defense line was already prepared.

“It's best to destroy this army, or they'll have to directly stab into the hinterland of the Summer Leaf from the stream valley. This is the slave army of the Tuck City-State with the strong help of the elves. There's no military discipline at all.”

Sword Saint Snowfall looked at Kang De, “Is there a way? If I'm not confident or it takes a long time…”

“We do.”

Kang De focused and looked into the distance with a cold gaze. He looked at the lined iron armor formation. It had heavy defense and a mage guarding it. The light of magic danced in the sky, waiting for him to collide with this killing formation.

Idiot.

Horus, who was heavily armored, let out low roars.

M2HB heavy machine guns emitted a cold luster under the sunlight.

“Raise the muzzle and shoot!”

This was like the first German attack at the Battle of the Somme, the use of superfiring.

Chapter end

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