Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds Chapter 304 – 304 Kill Everyone Who Shoots at Us or Prepares to Shoot at Us

304 Kill Everyone Who Shoots at Us or Prepares to Shoot at Us

At 7 AM local time.

The An-12 traveled south from Serbia, crossed the Mediterranean, and entered Africa.

It finally landed at the airport in Senegal.

By the way, as the cosmic power that punched the American Empire, kicked the Soviet Union, and looked down on the European Union, the only country on Earth that an impressive country like Gambia liked was Senegal.

The two countries maintained good relations and deep friendship.

The reason for this was not because the two countries had a long historical friendship, nor was it because Senegal maintained the respect he deserved for Gambia, but because of the geographical location of the two countries.

The country of Gambia was almost surrounded by Senegal geographically. Moreover, there were more than a thousand land forces in Gambia, and the regular army of Senegal was 16,000.

Therefore, although Gambia could sweep through the North American continent in a few days and destroy the entire Soviet Union in seven days, he lowered himself and maintained the simple friendship of an African brother country with the weak Senegal.

Now that Gambia had invaded Comoros and the two countries were fighting, the airports in their respective territories had already been closed. Kang De could only land at the Senegalese airport adjacent to Comoros.

Then, he would think of a way to cross the border and reach the smallest country in Africa.

“Sir.”

The two Serbian pilots shook his hand. “These goods of yours?”

Kang De patted the two of them on the shoulder. “My people will come and take them away. The two of you can rest at the airport for a few hours and everything can be done quietly.”

The Serbian nodded tactfully.

They had done this many times and knew the principle of asking less and seeing less. This was a necessary quality to make a fortune in silence for a long time. In any case, their mission was to fly. They would deliver the goods and leave with money.

Kirov offered double the price. That was enough. Even if the Chinese man used magic to make these firearms disappear into thin air, it had nothing to do with them.

They said politely, “Alright, sir. We'll send you through customs.”

Kang De smiled and said, “It's fine, I won't trouble the two of you…”

—Go wherever you have to go.

“Definitely,” the captain said. “You've never been to Africa, right? You don't understand this place. I don't mean to be disrespectful, but in Africa, especially in front of the hyenas at the customs and airport, two white faces will save you a lot of unnecessary trouble.”

Kang De thought for a moment and finally agreed.

His greatest goal in coming to Africa was to save his father. He did not want to complicate matters.

Under the command of the tower, the plane was moored. Kirov's company had long formed a cooperative relationship with this airport. Nothing had changed. The three of them left the plane. It was much hotter than they had imagined, but the sky was very blue and the smell of sand blew in the air.

However, the airport terminal was actually much more beautiful and tall than he had imagined.

The Serbian said that it had been built by foreign countries. There were only one or two places in the entire city that could be seen.

When he got on the ferry and headed to the terminal, the difference between him and Serbia and his country was obvious.

There was no receptionist, only a black driver driving. When he saw Kang De, he was clearly very happy. He shouted “Boss” with a cheeky smile. It was actually Chinese. Then, he drove the convertible that clearly lacked maintenance and arrived at the terminal with a crooked rumble.

After arriving, the black driver immediately turned around and quickly sized up the three of them. His gaze swept past the two white people's faces and stopped on Kang De, the Asian.

Then, he stretched out his hand.

The captain sitting at the side shouted in French. He took out a folded banknote from his pocket and threw it at the other party, gesturing for Kang De to get out of the car.

“The customs of all the countries in Africa are a bunch of f*cking feces. They're extremely greedy and shameless. Sir, I know you Chinese pursue humble and friendly qualities, but please believe me. In this place far from civilization, those outstanding qualities are useless.”

The knowledgeable Serbian said.

Kang De said indifferently, “I saw it.”

When the black driver saw Kang De, the surprise in his eyes was not because he had seen the legendary humble, and calm citizen of the country who knew martial arts.

Instead, it was a reflexive greedy surprise.

Generally speaking, the reason why he could cultivate this reflex must be because he had already succeeded many times.

However, rescuing his father was the most important thing. He did not want to complicate matters.

“I'm going to the toilet.”

In the barely clean toilet cubicle, Kang De locked the door and activated his ability to jump back into the cabin. Then, he swept away all the guns and ammunition in the passenger and cargo cabins and threw them back into the white fog world.

About two to three minutes later, he pushed open the door and looked at the Serbian guarding outside. “Let's go.”

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

He also understood why his father had been unwilling to let him come to Africa to play.

Xie Ligan arranged everything to go to Serbia, and Kirov handled part of the trip to Africa. Kang De's passport had already been stamped with an exit permit record from the Serbian military and he had a new identity. He was a philanthropist and volunteer from China who had come to support the African brothers.

This was almost flawless. At the very least, the various proofs that the African customs personnel could not see any problems were useless. The black auntie from the customs stretched out her enthusiastic hand and gestured for the philanthropists from China to support her African sister first.

Otherwise, all kinds of problems would appear in the passport and identity certificate of the Chinese brother. If he did not pay, he would be locked in a small black room for 24 hours. He would waste time and even be expelled.

Yes, he openly stretched out his hand and made it clear.

This kind of thing was simply ridiculous and unimaginable in the eyes of the Chinese, but in Africa, this was completely normal. Be it the staff, the people waiting in line, or the staff beside them, everyone turned a blind eye to this. People were reaching out and paying.

Kang De handed over two hundred dollars.

In exchange, he received the other party's most enthusiastic service and smile.

They passed the security check.

The security officer looked at the brand-new military notebook in Kang De's bag as if he was facing a great enemy. He sized it up for a long time before saying that he was not sure if this thing was dangerous and had to confiscate it.

It was also called open robbery.

At this moment, the two Serbians who had passed through the customs pressed over and berated the black man in a vivid and arrogant French accent. Due to the history of colonization, the worship of African blacks, especially those who had a colonial history, was simply branded in their bones.

Since the noble white man had appeared, there was no need to detain him.

300 dollars.

“This is why I hate the African customs,” the Serbian said unhappily. “These guys are simply hopeless. Anyone who has been to Africa will not have the slightest fantasy or confidence in the future of this place. They're simply not part of civilization… F*ck!”

He suddenly cursed.

This was because two fat black heads slowly rose from the escalator in front of him.

When the police officer in police uniform and carrying a gun saw them, he walked straight over and revealed a smile that was the same as the driver from before. He stretched out his black bear-like palm. “You! Money!”

This scene was really too crude. The Serbian was furious and protested angrily in French. However, the two police officers were unmoved and spoke to him neither servile nor overbearing. They even touched the gun at their waists.

Expressionless, Kang De took out a thousand dollars and gave them five hundred each.

Therefore, the police also performed a face-changing stunt, revealing their snow-white teeth. They gave Kang De a thumbs up and said in stiff and broken English, “Chinese, great!”

After the two b*stards left, the two Serbs cursed softly, “D*mn, someone from the customs must have told these two. We're Serbians. D*mn, if I had a French passport, how could they dare to speak like this just now? They even had to kneel down and lick my shoes!”

Kang De frowned and said, “Customs?”

“Of course, they're all colluding to announce the news. Whichever person has money is easy to blackmail. The police at the airport will earn another sum. They're all villains, hooligans, and scum, especially these police officers. They're on duty at the airport during the day and are robbers at night. I've heard many such things. They'll target foreign companies, especially Asian companies, and fine and blackmail them. The traffic police like to stop Chinese cars the most…”

Another Serbian said to Kang De, “Sir, you don't have to do this… Even if we didn't pay just now, this police officer wouldn't dare to do anything to us.”

“What if there's really a conflict? What if they want to capture us?” Kang De said indifferently. “I don't want to kill everyone in the airport police station.”

This sounded like a joke, but for some reason, the Serbian did not laugh.

“Alright, the next step is the exit,” Kang De said. “Let's part ways here. I hope there'll be a chance to cooperate next time. The two of you, have fun and return safely.”

“Thank you.” The two of them politely bade farewell and could not help but say, “Sir, the security here is very bad…”

“Don't worry.” Kang De waved his hand and said, “I have help.”

The two of them watched Kang De leave, then looked at each other and heaved a long sigh of relief.

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

The moment he stepped out of the airport, Kang De was stunned.

The Serbian said that the airport had been built with foreign help. Usually, this was the only place in the entire city to see it.

That was indeed the case.

It was a white, beautiful, tall airport with pillars.

Outside were low brick houses that stretched as far as the eye could see. There were very few tall buildings. There were more black faces beside them, and many were white, but there were very few yellow-skinned faces.

Along the way, many gazes focused on Kang De.

He sized it up on his wrist, pocket, and backpack.

Dust rose. It was noisy. Fast and indistinguishable languages sounded incessantly. There was also the ear-piercing sound of a horn. Kang De carried his bag and walked down the steps alone.

There was no limited flow or order. It was even worse than the bus station in the country's county city. Fortunately, the taxi logo was almost universal. Kang De saw a dusty taxi.

“Do you speak English?”

The driver grinned excitedly. “Yes! Yes! Where?”

Although he had a Transformer, he could not summon it in public. Kang De planned to find a taxi to bring him to the wilderness and shout for his iron son to go straight to Comoros.

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

The driver took out a map from the car. “Map?”

Kang De nodded and casually placed his phone on the roof of the car to carefully size up this yellowed map.

At this moment, a young black man in a jersey walked past Kang De and suddenly grabbed his phone at lightning speed. He pushed through the crowd and quickly ran into the distance.

Most of Kang De's attention was on the map. When he reacted, he grabbed back, but he missed. He turned to look at the driver, who shrugged at him with an innocent expression.

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

Laughter sounded beside him. The black people on both sides were looking at this Chinese man who seemed to be very rich. Seeing this, they laughed at the same time. Seeing that he began to chase, some people even pretended to stop him.

A bearded white man laughed loudly and even bent down, flapping his hands and shouting like a rugby coach, “Run! Chink! Run! Hurry!”

A cold glint flashed through Kang De's eyes. He took three steps to the right and slapped the other party's side. With a pop, the white man spat out a few teeth and flew twice in the air before falling to the ground, immediately fainting.

There was chaos at the scene. A few black people who wanted to stop Kang De from teasing immediately stopped. The others stopped laughing and even automatically parted to watch him chase.

As for the white man who had fainted, a few bold black people looked at each other. Then, they swarmed forward and snatched this person's sunglasses, watch, backpack, wallet, and even T-shirt.

Then, they dispersed.

Kang De ran along the dirt road and controlled his speed to an acceptable range for humans to prevent any trouble. However, even so, the distance between the two of them gradually approached. No matter which direction the thief ran in, he followed closely, and the distance was getting closer and closer.

When he turned into an alley, the black man was already panting from running. When he saw Kang De appear, he cried out strangely and took out a dagger. He waved it at him twice and shouted.

Kang De slowly exhaled.

This was a residential area.

He did not want to cause trouble or add any variables to the operation to save his father.

Most importantly… he wanted to control himself.

He tried not to use violence to resolve problems and not to use violence to resolve people.

He took out his wallet, took out a few US dollars, and pointed at the phone in the other party's hand.

The money was all Xie Ligan's, so it did not hurt to throw it away.

“Give me… give you.”

He used the simplest English and gestured.

The black man looked tempted. He slowly stepped forward and tentatively reached out to grab the American currency in Kang De's hand. Then, he jumped back like a nimble monkey and looked at the few notes in his hand. 500 dollars was in his hand.

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

“Money! Money!”

He waved the knife and reached out to Kang De. “Give!”

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

It was snatched away by the other party.

There was spare money prepared by Xie Liqian of most usable currencies.

The black man's eyes widened and he revealed an extremely excited expression. The money inside must be enough for him to squander for a long time. He opened his mouth wide and was so happy that he almost fainted.

Kang De said calmly, “Give me, phone.”

The black man looked up at Kang De, and strong mockery and disdain flashed through his eyes. Then, his gaze gradually became greedy and he looked at Kang De's backpack.

He picked up the knife again as if it was a divine artifact that could deter the country.

“Give!”

The shout was also more ferocious and confident than before.

Kang De slowly exhaled.

Seeing that Kang De did not give in, the black man shouted in anger, “Ching! Chong! Give! Me!”

Kang De shook his head and looked at the other party coldly.

“F*cking! N**ger!”

Hearing this, the black man who had just shouted “Ching! Chong!” flushed as if he had suffered the ultimate insult. He roared angrily and waved his dagger to stab at Kang De.

In the next moment, the black man's thick arm was grabbed by Kang De.

With a crack, his arm broke at a twisted angle. The dagger was sharp and directly pierced through the other party's sternum and chest. The other party looked down at his chest in a daze. The pain did not even have time to be responded to by his brain.

Kang De threw a punch.

With a muffled bang, the handle of the dagger was directly punched into the other party's body. Kang De kicked out, and the black man flew more than ten meters in the air and collided with the wall at the side, emitting a muffled bang.

When the dust dissipated, the black man looked pained and vomited blood in despair. His upper body had already been broken. He cried and tried his best to look at Kang De. His mouth trembled as if he wanted to say something.

What greeted him was the violent wind that assaulted his face and Kang De's indifferent gaze.

His fist struck the head, then the chest, again and again. The wall rumbled, and dust rose in all directions until the other party stopped breathing.

Kang De stood up. The blood on his hand dissipated. His chest rose and fell slightly as he panted.

A black light flashed as Horus drove out of the white fog world. He said in surprise, “Father?”

Kang De hissed, “Let's go to Comoros.”

“Yes.”

His iron son waited for Kang De to get into the Hummer and asked, “Father, is there going to be a war here too?”

“No, it was self-defense.”

Kang De looked ahead and said coldly, “Kill everyone who shoots at us and everyone who's prepared to shoot at us!”

Chapter end