When Visiting Someone's Home, Knock Politely

"My mom says that when you visit someone's home, you should be polite and use the front door."

The military camp gates were tightly closed. There were at least two sentries on the watchtowers on both sides, and guards stood at the gate post, but that was all the defense work was done. There was no feeling of being in a state of war at all.

It was as if they were on a picnic.

Several black men on guard duty at the gate were playing cards together, their guns either on the table or leaning against chairs, their uniform collars undone, looking nonchalant. Two black men on the watchtower were chatting and bragging across the distance, occasionally letting out loud, raucous laughter.

The Humvee was parked 400 meters away, and these guys only glanced at it before continuing what they were doing, completely unaware of any vigilance—this was very strange, extremely strange.

"They completely lack the vigilance and caution that an army should have in combat, which is very strange, Father. Even the worst troops should have the most basic precautions; it's a matter of their lives."

Even Horus sensed something was amiss. "What's going on?"

"It doesn't matter. They're wearing Gambia military uniforms, carrying weapons, trespassing, and on foreign soil. By the standards of any country or organization, these people meet the definition of hostile armed personnel and are enemies."

Kang De, looking straight ahead, waved his hand. "Son, go knock on the door."

The Humvee emitted a buzzing sound, and then its top opened.

The modified weapons station rose slowly, the barrels of the twin M2HB "Ma Deuce" heavy machine guns aimed at the military camp gate several hundred meters away, the sound of the ammunition belts turning and taking their positions intertwining to create a pleasant and crisp metallic sound.

The black men still hadn't reacted.

--Because from hundreds of meters away, they couldn't see what that thing was at all.

But it's okay, I can hear you.

In an instant, a powerful and rhythmic roar of gunfire erupted, with smoke billowing from the muzzle reaching dozens of meters high, and a dense storm of metal swept across like a scythe.

Before the four black men playing cards under the parasol could even get up, they exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The limbs of the one on the far left instantly disintegrated, with blood still clinging to them.

Then the black man, whose back was to this side, was sent flying by the powerful impact, crashing into the person in front of him. Bullets swept in, the table collapsed, and the two bodies stacked on top of each other shook wildly.

The highly penetrating heavy machine gun bullets initially only made small holes in the man's back, but if they hit the bone, it would be a completely different story. After a few seconds of shaking, a penetrating-explosive incendiary bullet struck the hardest part of the bone. The kinetic energy decayed, and the position, distance, and even the amount of explosive were perfectly aligned. The steel ball that set off the fuse slid into the slot, unlocking the pressure-sensitive firing pin at the bottom of the bullet, and it exploded instantly.

The two people who were stacked on top of each other exploded into a heap, their torsos bursting open, their rare flesh and blood splattered together, making them indistinguishable from one another. The last black man was caught in the blast and knocked to the ground, the gun barrel spinning faster than he was.

A second later, he was struck by a hail of bullets and fell into the embrace of Mother Earth.

As the gun barrels were raised, the two soldiers on the watchtower immediately demonstrated a certain level of military discipline. They instinctively covered their heads with their hands and used the watchtower's protective wall as cover, crouching down to take cover.

But two seconds later, they were finished.

Hey, this is the 12.7mm heavy machine gun—go die with your cover.

As the machine gun swept through, the concrete and brick watchtower was riddled with holes in seconds, sending debris flying and blasting open huge holes before collapsing with a deafening roar.

Iron Son followed suit and blasted down another one, which turned into two new graves. Then, the roaring heavy machine guns were aimed at the gate and fired back and forth, explosions rose up, blast waves flew, and smoke spread.

The AGS-17 grenade launcher fired six or seven grenades in quick succession. After a series of loud explosions, silence fell. A gust of wind blew, the smoke cleared, and the gate was gone.

Horus said, "Father, knock on it."

"Let's go then." Kang De slapped the steering wheel. "Go knock some shit on his mother."

The Humvee roared and accelerated, traversing land, flesh, and ruins, and charged into a chaotic military camp.

After this series of machine gun shots and explosions, even the slowest and laziest black man should have known what was happening. However, they still lacked effective organization, and people were shouting and yelling everywhere. Some people had even started shooting—shooting birds, for example.

Given their level of organization, it's really hard to understand how they managed to break into Comora.

The death reaper on the roof rattled and banged, mowing down several Black men running towards the fixed heavy machine gun, shattering their courage. In the distance, officers could be heard shouting, soldiers yelling, and some Black men firing in their direction, but...

--Assault rifle, at a distance of seven or eight hundred meters, hiding behind the corner of a building, holding the AK high with both hands, randomly firing in this direction, that's how black guys fire.

However, on the other hand, for Kang De, who possessed exceptional physical abilities, had accelerated time, and had outstanding reflexes, this kind of haphazard shooting actually had a higher probability of hitting him compared to standard shooting postures and tactics...

"... Hold."

Kang De covered his face with a scarf, picked up the Lynx rifle, and put on sunglasses. The sunglasses gleamed red, and in the lens's field of vision, moving red dots were scattered among the barracks, tents, and buildings.

Enchantment: Detect Life.

He opened the car door, jumped out, and patted the Humvee: "You go over here and fight them head-on. I'll go over there and sneak in. We'll meet at the White House. The operational principle is to use low-penetration weapons cautiously and eliminate all Gambia soldiers precisely, thoroughly, and lethally, except for that Major Oschatz."

Iron Son fought back while asking, "Father, can you transform?"

Kang De glanced at the wiring routes in the military camp. "Not before I inform you."

Horus said in a deep voice, "Understood."

The Humvee turned, Kang De continued forward. A black man rushed out of a tent not far away and met Kang De. The next moment, the muzzle of a 14.5mm gun roared, thick smoke billowed, and the man, whose head had been half severed, thrashed a few times, ran a few steps, and then collapsed to the ground, his tongue still twitching.

Kang De lowered his gun, glancing disdainfully at the high-powered optical sight. "What a load of crap."

He aimed through the scope in that split second, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything clearly. Luckily, he reacted quickly and switched to hip-fire. The distance wasn't far, and he hit the target squarely.

This expensive, high-tech gadget is really unusable without practice.

No, it's not that I don't know how to use it, it's that I disdain using it.

Kang De took the scope off and tossed it into his pocket.

Indeed, a real man should use iron sights.

He advanced with unstoppable momentum, killing the black man he encountered with a single shot before he could even make a move. Although Kang De had not received any sniper training, he was skilled at close-range shooting. At short to medium distances, factors such as air humidity, wind, and gravity would not significantly affect the trajectory of large-caliber bullets. With Kang De's exaggerated physical attributes and strength, he could withstand the recoil and was perfectly capable of hitting exactly where he wanted to hit.

There was no one who could withstand even a single blow.

Imagine, if the opposing team has a super-fast, recoil-free, highest-damage anti-material sniper rifle with wallhacks, how can anyone have a good gaming experience?

In fact, if Kang De hadn't been so cautious as to wait until the other side showed up before shooting them to avoid the possibility of accidentally harming China people—otherwise these black men wouldn't even know how they died.

According to the black man who had previously massaged his neck, after these China people were arrested, Major Oschatz sent them somewhere... he didn't know.

However, there is still a slight possibility that you might encounter China people who haven't been sent away.

Taking a deep breath, Kang De hurried along and found the place he was looking for in the southwest corner of the military camp. It was surrounded by an iron fence with lightning bolt symbols nailed to it, and thick power lines hung down.

This is it.

He climbed over the fence, circled around, and peered through the window on tiptoe. The red dot inside was indeed a Gambia soldier holding a gun, cowering in a corner, trembling. Kang De shook his head, walked closer, and threw a punch. His Extraction energy swirled around his fist, tearing through the wall, and the punch landed squarely on the back of the soldier's head.

"This is also a matter of humanitarianism, after all..."

He pulled the pin on a grenade and threw it in.

With a loud bang, the power distribution room collapsed, followed by a series of crackling sounds, and the power supply to the military camp was immediately cut off.

The real man, who didn't look back at the explosion, had sharp eyes that scanned the surroundings. Ten seconds later, he heard a strange noise, and black smoke was billowing from a building with a chimney not far away.

No matter how bad it is, it's still a military camp. There are contingency plans for sudden power outages. Once a power outage is detected, the backup diesel generators will start automatically.

Right here.

Kang De pulled out a scroll, unfurled it, and activated it with his mental power. The scroll ignited, transforming into swirling flames that condensed in his right hand. With a sniper rifle slung over his left shoulder, he strode towards the window, aimed, and with his right hand outstretched, unleashed a large fireball.

The power has been switched off.

"Alright, although I seriously doubt whether there are any cameras in this military camp, and if so, whether they're even usable... but just to be on the safe side, it's better to blow them up first. Otherwise, if we get filmed with a Decepticons looting and vandalizing here, it would be quite embarrassing."

Kang De pressed a button on his headset. "You can cause a ruckus now—remember, don't speak Chinese."

"Long-awaited."

Horus's words came through the earpiece, accompanied by the roar of gunfire.

In the distance, amidst flying bullets and billowing smoke, a Humvee roared and accelerated, crashing into a massive warehouse. Immediately, the mechanical hum began to play, and a killing machine descended upon the Mortal World.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

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PS1: First update, 3,000 words! Usually, if I say it's the first update, there will be a second.

PS2: I also saw some posts where many friends didn't Explanation of Characters, so I'll do a little explanation. This chapter introduces the nickname of the M2HB heavy machine gun, "Ma Deuce). It has nothing to do with the chili sauce we eat. This century-old famous gun has served for so long that generations of American soldiers have used it, like an heirloom. Because it's reliable, performs well, and is powerful, the American military gave it the nickname "Ma-Deuce," which is closest in meaning to the Chinese word " Ma Deuce " (老干妈).

PS3: This translation is actually quite ingenious, to the point that even China people can appreciate the historical, powerful, and subtle qualities of the M2, a century-old famous gun, from this Chinese translation.