Kill Everyone Who Shoots at Us and Everyone Preparing to Shoot at Us

Local time, 7:00 AM.

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

It eventually landed at an airport in Seligal.

Incidentally, as a powerful nation that has defeated the American Empire, kicked the Soviet Union, and looked down on the European Union, the only country on Earth that this awesome country, Gambia, actually respects is Seligal.

The two countries maintain good relations and a deep friendship.

This is not because the two countries have a long-standing historical friendship, nor because Seligal holds due respect for Gambia, but rather because of the geographical location of the two countries.

The country of Gambia is geographically almost completely surrounded by Seligal, and Gambia has a strong land force of over a thousand men, while Seligal has a standing army of 16,000.

Therefore, although Gambia was able to sweep across the North American Continent in a few days and annihilate the entire Soviet Union in seven days, it humbled itself and maintained a simple friendship with the weaker Seligal as Africa brother nation.

Now that Gambia has invaded Comora and the two countries are at war, their respective airports have been closed, so Kang De can only land at Senegal's airport near Comora.

Then they would try to cross the border and reach this smallest country in Africa.

"Gentlemen."

Two Serbia pilots shook hands with him. "These are your goods?"

Kang De patted the two men on the shoulder. "My men will come and pick them up. You two go to the airport and rest for a few hours. Everything can be taken care of quietly."

The Serbia nodded knowingly.

Having done this job for a long time, they know the importance of looking less, asking less, and saying less. This is Element for making a fortune in the long run by keeping a low profile. Anyway, their job is to fly, deliver the goods, and then take the money and leave.

Kirov offered double the price, and that was enough. Even if the China man used magic to make the weapons disappear out of thin air, it would have nothing to do with them.

They politely said, "Okay, sir, we'll escort you through customs."

Kang De smiled and said, "It's alright, no need to trouble you two..."

You may go wherever you wish.

"Absolutely," the captain said. "You've never been to Africa before, have you? You don't know much about this place, and I mean no disrespect, but in Africa, especially in front of customs and airport thugs, two white faces will save you a lot of unnecessary trouble."

Kang De thought about it and finally agreed.

His primary goal in coming to Africa was to rescue his father; he didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

Under the control tower's guidance, the plane was parked. Kirov's company had already established a cooperative relationship with this airport, so there were no unexpected issues. The three of them disembarked from the plane. It was much hotter than they had imagined, but the sky was very blue, and the air smelled of sand and dust.

But the airport terminal was much more beautiful and taller than I had imagined.

The Serbia said it was built with foreign aid, and there are only one or two decent places to see in the whole city.

Once you board the shuttle bus to the terminal, the differences between Serbia and China become apparent.

There were no receptionists, only a black driver who was clearly pleased to see Kang De. He grinned and called out "Boss" in Chinese, before driving his obviously poorly maintained convertible, wobbling and rumbling, to the terminal building.

Upon arrival, the Black driver immediately turned around, his gaze quickly sweeping over the three men, passing over the two white men before settling on Kang De, the Asian man.

Then extend your hand.

The captain, sitting next to him, shouted in French, took out a neatly folded banknote from his pocket, and threw it at the other man, signaling for Kang De to get off the plane.

"The customs authorities of every country in Africa are a complete mess, rampant with extortion, insatiable greed, and utterly shameless. Sir, I know you China value humility and friendliness, but believe me, in this far removed from Civilization, those fine qualities are utterly useless."

This is what the well-informed Serbia said.

Kang De said calmly, "I saw it."

The surprise in the black driver's eyes when he saw Kang De was not because he had met a legendary, humble, and martial arts-skilled citizen of the Celestial Empire.

It was more of a conditioned reflex, a greedy delight.

Generally, the reason someone can develop this conditioned reflex is because they have succeeded many times.

But rescuing his father was the top priority, and he didn't want to complicate things further.

I need to use the restroom.

In the barely clean toilet stall, Kang De locked the door, activated his ability, jumped back into the cabin, and then swept all the guns and ammunition from the passenger cabin and cargo hold, throwing them all back into the White Mist World.

About two or three minutes later, he pushed open the door and looked at the Serbia waiting outside. "Let's go."

Kang De quickly realized that the other party's description of the Africa customs was true.

I also understood why my father had always refused to let me come to Africa.

Xie Liqian arranged everything for the trip to Serbia, while Kirov took care of the part about going to Africa. Kang De's passport had been stamped with an exit permit from the Serbia military, and he had a new identity: a philanthropist and volunteer from China who had come to support his Africa brothers.

All the documents, which were almost flawless and at least the Africa customs officers couldn't see any problems with, were useless. The black customs officer extended a warm hand, indicating that the philanthropist from China should first support her Africa sister.

Otherwise, your China brother's passport and identity documents will encounter all sorts of problems. If you don't pay up, they will lock you in a small dark room for 24 hours, keep you occupied, or even deport you.

Yes, openly reaching out, directly and explicitly stating it.

This kind of thing seems outrageous and unimaginable to China people, but in Africa, it is perfectly normal. Everyone, from the staff to the people waiting in line, is oblivious to it. People are reaching out and giving money.

Kang De handed over two hundred dollars.

In return, they received the most enthusiastic service and smiles from the other party.

Going through security.

Security personnel treated Kang De's brand-new rugged military-grade laptop with extreme suspicion, scrutinizing it from all angles for a long time before stating that they were unsure whether it posed a danger and would confiscate it.

Also known as outright robbery.

At this moment, two Serbia who had just passed through customs approached and berated the black man in a convincingly arrogant French accent. Due to their colonial history, Africa blacks, especially those with a colonial past, have an ingrained reverence for white people.

Since it is the esteemed white gentleman who has intervened, then we will not detain him.

Three hundred dollars.

"That's why I hate Africa customs," the Serbia complained. "These guys are hopeless. Anyone who's ever been to Africa has absolutely no hope or confidence in the future of this place. They're practically outside of Civilization... Damn it!"

He suddenly cursed.

Two large, black heads slowly rose from the escalator ahead.

The police officer, dressed in uniform and carrying a pistol, saw them and walked straight over, flashing the same smile as the driver before, extending his bear-like hand. "You! Money!"

The scene was so absurd that the Serbia was furious and protested angrily in French. However, the two policemen remained unmoved, speaking to him calmly and even reaching for their guns.

Kang De remained expressionless, pulled out a thousand dollars, and gave five bills to each person.

So the policeman also performed a face-changing act, flashing pearly white teeth, giving Kang De a thumbs-up, and saying in broken English, "Chinese, great!"

After those two bastards left, the two Serbia muttered under their breath, "Damn it, it must have been someone at customs who told those two [beep--] that we're Serbia. Damn it, if I had a France passport, they wouldn't have dared to talk like that, they would have even knelt down and licked my shoes!"

Kang De frowned and asked, "Customs?"

"Of course, they're all in cahoots, passing on information. Whoever has money and is easy to extort, the airport police will go and make another killing. They're all thugs, hooligans, scum, especially these police officers. They're on duty at the airport during the day, and at night they're robbers. I've heard many stories like this. They target foreign companies, especially Asia companies, fining and extorting them. The traffic police love stopping China cars the most..."

Another Serbia said to Kang De, "Sir, you don't have to do this... Even if we hadn't paid, the policeman wouldn't have dared to do anything to us."

"What if? What if a conflict breaks out and they arrest us?" Kang De said calmly. "I don't want to kill everyone at the airport police station."

It sounded like a joke, but for some reason, the Serbia didn't laugh.

"Alright, this is the exit," Kang De said. "We'll part ways here. I hope we'll have the opportunity to cooperate again in the future. Have a good time and a safe return journey."

"Thank you." The two said goodbye politely, then couldn't help but add, "Sir, the security situation here is very bad..."

"Don't worry," Kang De waved his hand, "I have help."

The two watched Kang De leave, then exchanged a glance and let out a long sigh of relief.

For some reason, they always spoke softly and dared not raise their voices in front of this China person.

Kang De paused for a moment as he stepped out of the airport.

The Serbia said that the airport was built with foreign aid, and it's usually the only place in the whole city that you can see it.

That's absolutely true.

A white, beautiful, columned, and tall airport.

Outside, there were rows and rows of low brick and tile houses stretching as far as the eye could see, with very few tall buildings. Most of the faces around were black, but there were also quite a few white people, while yellow-skinned faces were very rare.

Along the way, many eyes were focused on Kang De.

They examined his wrists, pockets, and backpack.

Dust billowed up, creating a cacophony of rapidly changing and indistinguishable languages, along with the piercing blare of horns. Kang De, carrying his bag, walked alone down the steps.

There were no crowd control measures, no order, and it was worse than a bus station in a county town in China. Fortunately, the TAXI sign is almost universally recognized, and Kang De spotted a dusty taxi.

"English?"

The driver grinned, his face beaming with excitement. "Yes! Yes! Where!"

Although he had a Transformers, he couldn't just summon it in public. He planned to find a taxi to take him to some remote mountain area, call out Iron Son, and head straight for Comora.

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

The driver took a map out of the car. "Map?"

Kang De nodded, casually placed his phone on the car roof, and carefully examined the yellowed map.

Just then, a young black man wearing a jersey walked past Kang De, suddenly grabbed Kang De's phone with lightning speed, pushed through the crowd, and ran away quickly into the distance.

Kang De had been focusing most of his attention on the map. When he realized what was happening, he reached out and grabbed at empty air. He turned to look at the driver, who shrugged and gave him an innocent look.

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

A burst of laughter erupted from the sidelines. The black people on both sides were watching this seemingly wealthy China man, and upon seeing him, they all laughed. When he started to chase after them, some even made a move to stop him.

A bearded white man burst into laughter, even bending over and clapping his hands, shouting like a Football coach, "Run! Chink! Run! Hurry!"

A cold glint flashed in Kang De's eyes. He took three steps to the right, and with a backhand strike, he hit the white man squarely on the side of his face. With a soft "plop," the white man spat out several teeth, flew through the air twice, and fell to the ground, instantly losing consciousness.

A moment of chaos ensued. Several Black men who had tried to stop Kang De from amusing himself immediately stopped, and the others stopped laughing as well. They even parted to make way for Kang De and chased after him.

As for the foul-mouthed white man who fainted, several bold black men looked at each other, then swarmed forward and robbed him of his sunglasses, watch, backpack, wallet, and even his T-shirt.

Then they scattered in all directions.

Kang De hurried along the dirt road, keeping his speed within a humanly acceptable range to avoid causing any trouble. Even so, the distance between the two gradually closed. No matter which direction the thief ran, Kang De relentlessly pursued him, and the distance between them grew ever closer.

As they turned into a small alley, the black man was panting heavily. When he saw Kang De appear, he yelled, pulled out a dagger, brandished it at Kang De twice, and shouted loudly.

Kang De slowly exhaled.

This is a residential area.

He didn't want to cause trouble or add any variables to the operation to rescue his father.

Most importantly... he wanted to control himself.

Try to avoid using violence to solve problems, and try to avoid using violence to deal with people.

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

The money all belonged to Xie Liqian, so he didn't feel bad about throwing it away.

"Give me, give you."

Use the simplest English, along with gestures.

The black man looked tempted, slowly stepped forward, tentatively reached out, and grabbed the few American bills from Kang De's hand. Then, like a nimble monkey, he jumped back and looked at the few Franklin in his hand—five hundred dollars, a fascinating fortune, right there in his grasp.

A look of surprise and greed crossed his face, and then he looked at the wallet in Kang De's hand.

"Money! Money!"

He brandished his knife and held out his hand to Kang De: "Give me!"

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

It was snatched away by the other party.

Inside were small change prepared by Xie Liqian, including RMB, USD, West Africa francs, and so on.

The black man's eyes widened, revealing an expression of immense excitement. The money inside would surely be enough for him to squander for a long time. His mouth gaped open, and he was so happy that he almost went mad.

Kang De calmly replied, "Give me a phone."

The black man looked up at Kang De, his eyes flashing with intense mockery and disdain. Then, his gaze gradually turned greedy as he looked at Kang De's backpack.

He picked up the knife again, as if it were a divine weapon capable of intimidating the nation.

"Give me!"

The shouts were even more ferocious and confident than before.

Kang De slowly exhaled.

Seeing that Kang De did not yield, the black man shouted in shame and anger, "Give me! Ching! Chong!"

Kang De swayed his neck and looked at the other person coldly.

"Fxcking! Nger!"

Upon hearing this, the black man who had just shouted "chingchong" at Kang De blushed, as if he had suffered the ultimate insult. He roared and brandished his dagger, lunging at Kang De.

The next moment, Kang De grabbed the black man's thick arm.

With a snap, the arm broke at a twisted angle, the sharp dagger piercing through the sternum and into the opponent's chest. The opponent stared blankly at his chest, the pain not even registering in his brain.

Kang De threw a punch.

With a muffled thud, the hilt of the dagger was driven directly into the opponent's body. Kang De kicked out, sending the black man flying several meters through the air before crashing into the wall with a dull thud.

As the smoke cleared, the black man, his face contorted in pain and despair, coughed up blood. His upper body was broken. Tears streamed down his face as he looked at Kang De with all his might, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something.

He was greeted by a fierce wind and Kang De's indifferent gaze.

A fist struck his head, then his chest, again and again, the walls shook violently, dust billowed, until the other man stopped breathing.

Kang De stood up, the blood on his hands disappearing without a trace, his chest rising and falling slightly as he breathed heavily.

A black light flashed, Horus emerged from the White Mist World, exclaiming in surprise, "Father?"

Kang De hissed, "Let's go, we're going to Comora."

"Yes."

After Kang De got into the Humvee, Iron Son asked, "Father, is there going to be a war here too?"

"No, it was self-defense."

Kang De stared straight ahead and said coldly, "Kill everyone who fires at us, kill everyone who is about to fire at us!"

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PS1: 5000-word update! Today's update is 8500 words!

PS2: Also, regarding racial discrimination and Black people, to avoid any misunderstanding, I want to clarify here that I do not have racial discrimination; that's a disgusting thing associated with white people. I only despise and loathe those who lack a sense of responsibility, have low moral character, harm others, are selfish, and have double standards, regardless of whether they are white, Black, or Asian, China or foreign. As for why I despise and loathe many Black and white people, they need to look at their own reasons.

PS3: It's undeniable that some Black people do have various issues. I've read some materials and it's been quite eye-opening. Their temperament is influenced by colonialism and their living environment. However, I won't make sweeping judgments about all people on an entire continent. Can you say that Africa are lazy and irresponsible? The Bushmen still hunt by exhausting their prey; that's not a leisurely stroll, but a life-or-death struggle. Are Africa who can accomplish this feat lazy?

PS4: In short, Africa's backwardness and underdevelopment today are due to a variety of factors. Many Africa, as described in the text, are an objective fact. These factors have their own reasons and other external factors. I do not deny that there are many bad black people, and I also believe that there must be many black people who are aware of this tragedy but are gritting their teeth to change all of this, suffering, dedicating themselves and sacrificing, just like the black person who will appear in the next part of this book.

PS5: That's it. I don't write about racism, which is boring. China people have never enslaved any race, nor do they need to get pleasure from insulting any ethnic group.