I Want Them All

Kang De did not avoid Xiaoman during his conversation with Xie Liqian.

The girl pursed her lips, but still drove the car smoothly back to the residential area. In the underground parking lot, she turned to look at Kang De, and after a moment of silence, said, "... Be careful."

Kang De, sitting in the passenger seat, responded softly, "Mm."

"And..." Xiaoman said, "Don't be too angry, anger will make people lose their minds."

Kang De nodded silently.

Xiaoman looked at her childhood sweetheart beside her, but vaguely felt that the distance between them had grown even greater. She looked at the other's slightly pursed lips. They had grown up together since childhood, and she knew the other's expressions and habits, and knew that the other had buried heavy thoughts and burdens in his heart, but she was still powerless to help.

She unbuckled her seatbelt, sat up sideways, and hugged Kang De: "... No matter what, I'm here for you."

Kang De didn't speak, he just closed his eyes. He knew what was going to happen next, both sides knew, he already had a plan, and he knew what he should do.

So, at least for this moment, he wanted to embrace the pure peace in his arms.

After an unknown amount of time, his phone began to vibrate. Kang De glanced at it and said, "... It's here."

Xiaoman silently let go of his hand, sat back in her seat, and then opened the car door.

"... I won't text or call you because that might bother you, but you absolutely must call and text me, 24/7, I don't mind being bothered."

The girl got off the car, Kang De, from the other side, and the two looked at each other across the car.

Kang De said, "Go back and wait for my good news."

Xiaoman said softly, "You go first."

Kang De gave her a deep look, then turned and walked toward the garage exit.

Xiaoman watched his departing figure, then saw her childhood sweetheart snap his fingers. His figure vanished, swallowed by the shattered black light. A moment later, he reappeared, carrying a heavy bundle. He was still the same person, but his lonely figure exuded solemnity and grimness.

Perhaps this is what Kang De truly is today.

Xiaoman watched Kang De disappear at the exit for a very long time.

Xie Liqian's car was waiting outside the residential area.

Seeing Kang De carrying something, the driver opened the trunk and then came out to help Kang De take it. Kang De waved his hand to stop him, threw the bag inside, and the luxury car shook with a loud bang.

He glanced at the driver. "Let's go."

Then I opened the back door and got in.

Xie Ligan and others were inside.

The extended Mercedes smoothly drove onto the main road, then turned and headed straight for the airport. The two remained silent the whole way. After more than half an hour, the airport came into view, but instead of heading to the terminal, they drove to the parking lot. The driver knew the way well and drove along the spacious parking lot until he stopped in a reserved parking space.

Xie Liqian said, "ID card, and passport."

Kang De took it out and handed it over; he had found it at home earlier and brought it with him.

After Xie Liqian took it, he handed it to the driver in the front seat. The driver adjusted the temperature inside the car, turned around, took it with both hands, and then opened the door and left. Airport staff wearing white shirts were waiting not far ahead.

The two walked hurriedly side by side toward a small door not far away.

"Necessary procedural records are still necessary, after all, this is China."

Xie Liqian, took a rather ugly-looking travel backpack from the back seat of the car that appeared to be from a major luxury brand, opened it, and showed its contents to Kang De.

"Military-grade rugged laptop, satellite phone, and phone card using maritime satellite network routes."

Then he pulled out a wallet containing a thick wad of colorful bills and several cards.

"Comora, Gambia dalashis, and the ever-reliable US dollar—these are small change that you might need when going through customs or asking for directions."

Then came stacks and stacks of colorful banknotes.

"Fifty thousand US dollars, ten thousand pounds, thirty thousand euros— Africa's bones have been broken by Europe for generations. Kneeling before foreign devils has become second nature to them. Europe currencies are very useful there."

These are the Central African CFA franc and the West Africa CFA franc, their own currencies.

"You recognize this? It's RMB. It's still used in Africa now."

Rolex gold watches, gold rings, gold bars—gold is a timeless hard currency.

"Two bank cards and one credit card, accepted worldwide, just in case."

It contains a great many things.

"Weapons are not allowed. Although security checks on private planes are just a formality, guns are still not permitted."

Xie Liqian asked, "Do you use a gun?"

Kang De slowly said, "The bags in your car trunk are full of gold, weighing at least two or three hundred pounds. Would that be enough to buy that An-25 to land in the wilderness near the Comora, unload all the munitions, and then take off and get lost?"

Xie Liqian's expression stiffened. "I'm afraid..."

Kang De looked at him. "If it's not enough, you can add more."

It was obvious that his attitude was not to be refused.

Xie Liqian thought for a moment, calculated the value, and realized that the money, converted to US dollars and combined with the leftovers from the previous arms purchase in Myanmar, would be enough to buy that plane full of weapons. He then asked the arms dealer to postpone delivery to the Africa chief for a few days... So he nodded and said, "I'll go and make the arrangements."

Kang De said calmly, "Thank you for your trouble."

He then remembered something else. "The arms dealers probably only sell ordinary assault rifles and the like to Africa chiefs... Could I place a new order?"

Goodness gracious, are they planning to raze the Comoros to the ground?

Xie Liqian remembered every word Kang De said, showing no sign of surprise. "We need to confirm this first. After all, time is limited, and unloading, shipping, and even communicating about leaving the warehouse are all very troublesome. Besides, it also involves the supply of goods. Sometimes you have the money, but they don't have the goods..."

"Let me see..."

Kang De searched on Baidu, his eyes lit up, and he showed it to Xie Liqian: "Does this exist?"

Mr. Xie took a closer look.

Nora B-52 wheeled 155mm self-propelled howitzer.

Developed and produced in Serbia.

"... There's definitely no such thing!"

Xie Liqian's expression was subtle, but his tone became more intense. "They're running a small business; their heavy firepower is at most a platoon level... and it's very expensive!"

Seeing Xie Liqian's expression, which didn't seem feigned, Kang De thought it made sense and nodded, saying, "Alright, ask them what they have. I need large-caliber heavy machine guns, autocannons would be even better, rocket launchers, mortars, the more the better, the larger the caliber the better, and automatic grenade launchers... I don't know the specific models, but whatever they have, I'll take as many as they have."

"... Okay, let me ask."

"Also, I need a local map, not Google, but a more detailed one."

"It's in the laptop."

Can you see where the France military base is?

"... It should be possible."

"Okay. Also, could you find me a translator I can contact anytime, preferably someone who lives abroad?"

"Serbia has the talent in that area; they are tight-lipped, discreet, highly professional, and fluent in Chinese, Swahili, and French, making them capable of handling almost any communication situation."

"Thank you for your trouble."

"... nothing."

The relationship between the two was actually very strange and complicated. It could not be called friendly at all; it could even be described as hatred. After hearing about the incident involving Kang De's father, Xie Liqian began to make preparations as quickly as possible, not out of concern for Kang De, but out of fear of being angered by Kang De. That was all.

But ultimately, I still have to thank you.

Kang De looked ahead and said, "You prepared very meticulously this time. I don't want to say much about the past. I just want to say that you did very well this time. If you continue to be this clever, we will live in peace. You will gain more than you lose. That's all."

In view, the driver and airport staff had already hurriedly returned.

Xie Liqian asked, "This is Xiao Song. Do you want him to come with you? I mean Belgrade."

"Need not."

"Alright then."

"Mr. Kang," he said as Kang De rolled down the car window, "Everything is ready."

Kang De put his wallet away, put on his watch, took the satellite phone, picked up his bag, and extended his hand to Xie Liqian. Xie Liqian was surprised at first, then shook hands with him.

Goodbye.

"Bon Voyage."

The staff member smiled and said, "Mr. Kang, please follow me. We will conduct a security check at the private jet terminal, and then take a shuttle bus to your vehicle."

"Thanks."

The journey was smooth and fast. As expected, the security check was just a formality. As long as there were no dangerous goods, everything was fine. The private terminal and shuttle buses drove through the vast airport. Airplanes were parked everywhere, and people came and went in an endless stream. Xie Liqian's Gulfstream G650 was quietly parked in one place.

Two pilots and four flight attendants, a total of six crew members, were waiting there.

Four flight attendants... Xie Liqian is really something else...

"Welcome aboard, Mr. Kang. This is the captain of this flight..."

As is customary, the flight attendants are described as beautiful, with gentle and graceful smiles, exquisite and charming. It is said that their favorite type of flight is private jet – it's not tiring, the passengers are of high quality, and they have money. Even if nothing happens, it's still an interesting journey.

After the last flight attendant finished introducing herself, Kang De said to the chief flight attendant, "I'm sorry, I'm a bit tired right now and would like to be alone. I don't need your service anymore; you can take a break."

He pulled a wad of RMB from his backpack and casually stuffed it into the other person's hand. "Go spend a few days with your family..."

"Mr. Kang, you don't need to..."

Kang De glanced at her. "Take it. Ask Xie Liqian if you have any questions."

Then he walked up the plane stairs on his own. The flight attendant stood there, holding the stack of money. Kang De's earlier, undeniable glance had frozen her in place; she didn't even know why she was afraid.

"Alright, Captains, this is a sudden situation, thank you for your help." The two pilots boarded the plane, and then Kang De said, "As I just said, I'm very tired and want to rest. Please don't disturb me in the cabin unless absolutely necessary, okay? I'm a bit grumpy when I wake up."

"... certainly."

"Thank you both."

The pilot entered the cabin, while Kang De plopped down on the sofa bed of the Gulfstream aircraft and let out a long sigh. The cabin was luxuriously decorated, but he was in no mood for his first experience with it; after all, it was not going to be a leisurely and pleasant journey.

If he could, he would rather hang himself on the launch pad of a supersonic fighter jet than lie in this luxurious private jet—if he could reach his destination sooner.

He waited until the planes were taxiing on the runway, lining up, taking off, and until the Gulfstream was soaring through the air. Kang De stood up, went into the restroom, and locked the door.

Once the spatial anchor point is determined, activate your ability to travel back to the White Mist World.

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PS1: Second update, 3,000 words... Sigh, it's so late again.

PS2: Next time, we should set a rule that we should finish writing before 6 or 8 PM...