Where Is the Other Person!?

The piercing siren shattered the silence of the West Africa night.

The alarm in any military situation is designed to be loud enough to get anyone excited and effective at the first moment, since war is a matter of life and death.

For example, when a fighter jet is locked on, several detection alarms sound in succession. At the most critical moment, it's as if the whole world is screaming, "You're fucking going to die, do something or get out of here!"

For example, the camp's alarm is ten thousand times more effective than an alarm clock. Moreover, the soldiers have been trained for a long time and have long since developed a conditioned reflex. As soon as they hear the sound, the entire camp comes alive.

Kang De's expression had turned extremely grim.

Hold!

Plans always beat changes.

He originally planned to sneak in and kill everyone, so what's with the alarm?!

Loudspeakers everywhere then began broadcasting in French.

Can't understand.

Kang De took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

The brain begins to function rapidly and efficiently.

Looking around, no one was gathering in their direction, so it seemed they hadn't been discovered by any high-tech equipment or hidden cameras, and the problem wasn't with them.

So...

Through the side wall of the tent, three red dots inside had already sat up, and hurried conversation could be heard.

Kang De picked up a grain of sand from the ground, poked a small hole in the tent with his sword, then sheathed his sword and flicked the sand into the hole.

The next moment, space split open, Kang De stepped through the black light and appeared. He clenched his fists and slammed them down, hitting the top of the head. He smashed a person and the bed next to him to the ground. The person was still sitting, with bloodshot eyes, blood flowing from his seven orifices, his neck was flattened into several rings of flesh, and his head was almost smashed into his body.

Then he turned and stepped forward, grabbed the other person's hair with one hand, leaped up, and slammed his knees into the other person's face. He then released his grip, letting the other person fall backward, their face still unrecognizable.

Finally, Kang De leaped backward and embraced the last person's body.

With his left hand covering his mouth and his right hand pressing down on his lower back, he exerted all his strength and suddenly squatted down. With a crack, the person was snapped in two, his upper body twisted at a bizarre angle, forming a triangle with the ground.

Extraction the remains from the body and destroy all evidence.

The loud broadcast still echoed in the air. Kang De took out his phone and dialed. "Listen."

Mali Sele quickly replied, "Order all personnel to immediately awaken, use stimulants and drinks, and carry out excavation and loading/unloading work overnight to expedite the transport of the remaining goods. Strengthen security and increase vigilance; there is reliable information that a hostile force has entered Comora and engaged in firefights with our forces. Our unit should be on high alert for any possible surprise attacks..."

"Knew."

Kang De hung up the phone, cursing under his breath.

The problem wasn't with themselves, but with some so-called "hostile forces"—they were engaged in combat with mercenary units from other regions, attracting the attention of the mercenary command. Therefore, they ordered all units, especially those in the royal tomb area, to strengthen their defenses, accelerate the looting, and quickly pack up and transport the remaining spoils away...

It has nothing to do with Kang De.

But this has clearly affected Kang De's actions.

Because once the mercenaries receive the news, they will inevitably increase their vigilance and discover that the guards at the gates and checkpoints along the way have vanished without a trace. Even if the commander here is an idiot, he will realize that the enemy has infiltrated the area and is about to launch a sabotage operation...

Damn it!

Footsteps approached from afar, and many resting enemy soldiers had hurriedly gotten up and assembled, being assigned tasks by officers. Loud shouts and orders echoed everywhere.

Kang De's face was ashen as he rapidly considered his next course of action.

When the mercenaries here discover that the outer gates and numerous checkpoints are deserted, they will inevitably strengthen their defenses. A prepared enemy and an unprepared enemy are two different concepts.

At least under their strict precautions, the chances of silently killing the enemy one by one without alerting others have been greatly reduced, because they will soon find out that someone has infiltrated.

Kang De's primary purpose in coming here was to rescue his father.

The current situation no longer allows him to cautiously and calmly eliminate the enemy.

The situation was sudden and unpredictable; he needed to first determine the location of the hostages.

He took a deep breath and left the empty tent.

The lights outside were already on.

Temporary streetlights, hanging searchlights, the facility's own lighting system, and all sorts of outdoor lights were turned on at full power, because nobody could sleep!

The rumble of generators could be heard from at least four locations, showing no regard for power consumption and eliminating the possibility of someone secretly cutting off the power supply.

Kang De glanced around and saw many soldiers running towards the camp area. Tents were being lowered one after another, and the soldiers were dismantling them. Bulldozers were also moving, piling up large and small boxes and building materials. Soldiers were also patrolling in groups of three, forming a triangular formation, closely watching their group members and other groups. The howling of military dogs could even be heard in the distance.

They had realized there was a problem with the outposts and that the enemy might have infiltrated the camp, so they were conducting a thorough search and investigation!

This isn't a stealth game, this is fucking reality.

The reality is that once you alert the enemy, they will conduct a thorough search, and you won't have any obstacles to play hide-and-seek with.

Because the enemy's first action is to turn on all the searchlights and xenon lights, illuminating all the Shadow, and then dismantle all possible hiding obstacles. They bring dogs and even high-tech gadgets like infrared and thermal imaging devices to thoroughly search inside and out. They are extremely patient and determined, and will not give up easily just because they can't find you, until they find you!

Kang De reached into his collar, pulled up his hood, and covered his mouth and nose. This shadow-infused outfit could block the detection of many magical spells, including life detection, and hopefully it could also fool thermal imagers on Earth.

If we can't fool them... we'll have to kill the enemy with the equipment.

He closed his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then opened them.

The decision has been made.

Hiding inside the tent, he took out a walkie-talkie.

"Father, I heard the alarm. Do we need help?"

"It's alright for now," Kang De said. "Wait a moment, I want you to learn a few phrases, focusing on the tone."

Then he picked up the satellite phone.

"Gentlemen?"

Mali Sele's calm voice reached my ears.

"Mali, I need you to imitate the English pronunciation of the Gambia and Comora regions, and then say a few sentences. The most important thing is the intonation. I need you to combine it with the context. Can you do that?"

"Please speak."

After a while, Kang De put away the walkie-talkie and satellite phone and opened the tent flap.

He flung a pebble, leaped through space, and Kang De traversed the darkness.

The thorough cleaning of the entire area is still ongoing. The Shadow cast by some obstacles and obstructions can still be used. The invisibility effect provided by the stealth cloak has a limited duration, and the concealment scrolls carried are precious and rare. They should not be used lightly unless absolutely necessary.

Kang De walked around the area surrounding the royal tomb at an extremely fast pace, from the tents to the various auxiliary buildings; in his Life Vision, all the points of light were moving back and forth, busy.

Especially inside the building, there was no one left. Everyone had come outside into the open environment. Several senior officers issued orders using field telephones and mobile phones, and each officer was guarded by at least five or six people who kept watch to ensure that their vision covered each other. There was not a single person left out.

If this kind of lineup and setup were made into a stealth game, players would curse at it.

Most importantly, there were no hostages being held in the tents and buildings surrounding the main tomb.

Two scenarios.

First, my father and the others have been moved again, so they cannot be found.

Secondly, my father and the others are currently imprisoned in this vast and deep royal tomb, where the thick layers of soil and bricks prevent the life detection spells from locating them.

Of course, there is a third possibility...

Kang De's eyes gradually turned cold, even trembling slightly. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, desperately suppressing the urge to start a frenzied slaughter and sweep across the entire field.

I can't act impulsively. There are still guards inside the tomb. If my father and the others are inside, even if I fight my way in and out seven times, who knows what they might do if they find out...

Calm down... calm down...

Just then, he heard a series of heavy, slow, loud noises.

The sound came from the tall and ancient tomb, with its rough and massive pillars worn by wind and sand, weathered soil covered in dust, and mottled brick and stone structure, which also contained modern equipment. At this moment, the tomb's huge gate was slowly closing under the power of electricity.

At the same time, the mournful cries of military dogs could also be heard.

Nearby and far, several military dogs lay on the ground simultaneously, excrement and urine flowing freely. They stared in the same direction, whimpering pitifully. Kang De's earlier murderous intent, tainted by the aura of magical creatures, could not be concealed. These earthly canines sensed a terrifying aura of a higher level— the Shadow Lone Walker Set could isolate heat sources and auras, but it could not isolate the invisible pressure of this higher level.

Even though these military dogs couldn't hear Kang De's footsteps or smell Kang De scent, they sensed his terrifying aura and indirectly detected Kang De location.

The soldiers looked puzzled, then became wary, and looked toward where Kang De was.

The massive stone gate is slowly closing, little by little, and will soon be completely shut.

Kang De slowly exhaled and took out his walkie-talkie. "Go."

Soft thumping sounds came from the darkness below the distant mountain.

Then, the whistling sound of mortar shells and grenades cut through the sky, followed by violent explosions.

The heavy machine guns roared into action, tracer rounds ripped through the dark sky, and the gunfire was deafening. Judging from the firepower alone, it was practically a platoon-level surprise attack. Shouts that echoed through the sky were amplified and carried up the mountain through loudspeakers.

"Today, we will reclaim the sacred tombs! We will reclaim our heritage!"

"Take back our homeland!"

"For Comora!"

"A sacred faith connects each and every one of us!"

Mortar shells rained down with a deafening roar, exploding everywhere, near and far.

Chaos erupted in the camp. Everyone instinctively ducked and then scattered. Officers began issuing orders, mortar crews quickly took their positions, assessed the impact points of the shells, and prepared to launch a counterattack. The mercenaries immediately fired flares, and the sounds of engines starting up echoed from all directions.

Looking at the chaotic scene, Kang De once again suppressed his urge to kill some people.

Horus launched the attack with great fanfare to create the illusion that "the Comora army is attacking to reclaim the king's tomb," but he had to be careful not to overextend himself and even fire into uninhabited areas.

The goal is to make the mercenaries believe that "although there is an enemy, we can handle it," rather than causing them to suffer heavy casualties and making the guards inside the tomb overly tense and defensive, thus threatening the safety of the father and the others.

Although it's restrictive and extremely troublesome, for my father's safety, I have to keep going, no matter how troublesome it is.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Kang De activated the invisibility spell of his stealth cloak, his figure dissolving into nothingness, becoming indistinguishable from his surroundings. Upon closer inspection, although there were still a few irregular ripples, it was enough.

The gate was heavily guarded, with firing platforms, sandbag walls, strangulation fire from three heavy machine guns, and even a grenade launcher on both sides. The soldiers were on high alert, unaware that a pebble had pierced the sky and was flying toward the almost completely closed gate.

They passed through increasingly smaller gaps.

Kang De then leaped out and entered the king's tomb.

Thick cables were inserted inside, and the air was filled with the smell of sand. Five people guarded behind a defensive wall made of sandbags. Kang De leaped over, drew his sword, and slashed five times in a row with righteous backstabs, each sword piercing the heart. He then deactivated his invisibility, Extraction, and destroyed the evidence.

He carried his sword up the stairs, went around a wall, and entered the main hall. Tall statues stood on both sides, which should be the past kings or gods worshipped by the Comora. The place had been properly developed and renovated as a tourist attraction, but now it was covered in dust, with cracks in the walls, and several huge statues had fallen to the ground, broken and cracked.

The air was filled with a lingering, pungent smell—the aftermath of the explosion.

Phoenix Vision flashed in his pupils. Kang De jogged up and found the collapsed underground entrance in a side hall. His sword was stained with the blood of three more people. He slid down the ladder, half of which was soil and rocks, and the other half was a brick and stone passageway. What he saw was a rather large underground project, and it was quite ancient.

Perhaps this place was built by a very ancient dynasty, preserving its secrets.

Occasionally, you can see some remaining tiles and marks engraved with strange symbols along the way.

The lights were bright, and strange insects crawled across the ground from time to time. Kang De, sword in hand, strode down, his Life Vision constantly reminding the living things around him that someone with X-ray vision didn't need to sneak.

But a hurried shout came from the walkie-talkie he casually picked up from someone.

Kang De was deeply alarmed. This mercenary group had a mature and complete combat system and discipline. In particular, during combat, they had to report their situation every once in a while, which prevented someone from sneaking in and killing people while others remained completely unaware.

In other words, people outside need to realize something is wrong.

We need to speed things up.

Kang De started jogging.

At the corner of the passageway ahead, several people waited motionless fifty meters away. Kang De's cloak billowed as he activated his stealth, slid across, and threw a throwing knife that struck the machine gunner squarely between the eyebrows in an instant.

The poison spread, the victim's vision went black, and he died instantly. The next moment, Kang De appeared above the man, twisting his body in mid-air, drawing his sword and slashing diagonally. He threw a throwing axe with his left hand and fired a crossbow bolt, killing three more people in a row. After landing, he pulled out the machine gunner's throwing knife from between his eyebrows and flicked it cleanly, killing another person.

Unlocking his invisibility, Kang De bent down to search for the men's guns.

Suddenly, shouts rang out from in front of the defensive point.

The slight noise from killing the five people seemed to have alerted those behind.

A point of light rapidly approached in their field of vision. Using the same slide maneuver, a mercenary raised his automatic rifle, slid out, and without even looking, began firing in unison.

Then, the mercenary finally saw his target clearly.

Hooded, booted, dressed in a black robe and carrying a sword, he looked just like Asa from a video game. The France, who had played Assassin's Creed, was taken aback by the sight of such an unstoppable enemy.

Then, he saw the Asa raise his left hand, his wrist guard flashing, and an invisible wave of energy emanated from it, forming a shield-shaped domain that intercepted and suspended the incoming projectiles in mid-air.

Nitrogen, nitrogen shield!

--This isn't in the game!

Then he saw Asa raise a shotgun with his right hand.

... Hold!

The buckshot sprayed out, countless steel balls piercing the air and blasting the mercenary's head and face apart. His shield dissipated, and Kang De pulled his forearm, ejecting a spent cartridge case. His cloak billowed as he continued his assault, carrying his shotgun.

The mercenary who slid in and opened fire had people watching him from behind. Once the gunfire started, stealth was no longer useful. Kang De switched to berserker mode and ran, killing anyone he saw.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the witness did not divulge any crucial information before his death; at most, he told his allies that the enemy who had stormed in was "Ezio Auditore with a shotgun."

"Father, although I don't want to rush you, I think you need to speed things up."

Horus's voice came through the walkie-talkie. "They've already retaliated with mortars and fired flares," Iron Son said. "I'm trying to hide and fire guerrilla fire to make them think it's a platoon-sized convoy attacking, but that won't last long. I'm waiting for orders to return fire."

On another walkie-talkie, increasingly urgent inquiries came through. Those outside already knew someone had sneaked into the tomb; they could even see faint points of light entering it when they looked up. They had sent people.

There were still a dozen or so enemies in sight, seemingly setting up defenses and preparing for battle. But they still didn't know why Kang De had come. However, Kang De knew, and had known all along.

They had traveled a long way, killing countless people, with only one goal: to rescue their families who had been trapped in this place.

He didn't need to charge straight at the fortifications ahead. He had already stumbled and crooked his way down into the ground, getting close enough that the soil and rocks couldn't stop the life detection from working. He had already seen a row of lights quietly sitting in one place, and two more lights ahead of him.

It was just a short distance from his feet.

Extraction initiated.

Extending his mental energy, he quickly created a small hole in the hard soil and rocks.

Sand and gravel fell.

Kang De traversed space, swooping down and stomping on the head of one of the mercenaries, pinning him to the ground. He then grabbed the head of another mercenary and twisted it 360 degrees.

In front of him, a row of people were squatting facing the wall, their heads in their hands.

Upon hearing the sound, they all turned around, then involuntarily gasped in surprise, their faces showing both fear and astonishment.

Because the two mercenaries were already dead, a person suddenly appeared, dressed in a very strange way. Such a style of dress would usually only appear at comic conventions in modern society, and would have nothing to do with war-torn Africa. Yet, he appeared out of nowhere, with a person lying at his feet and holding another person's head in his hand.

But that's not important.

Importantly, these people, with yellow skin, black hair, and familiar, friendly faces, were all people I had seen in my father's photo album; they were all China and his colleagues.

Kang De suppressed his excitement and looked over; there were seven people in total.

Immediately, his expression changed drastically.

"... Where are your companions?"

His voice had begun to tremble, and there was even a hint of barely suppressed mania.

Upon hearing Chinese, the China people instinctively breathed a sigh of relief. Forgetting what Kang De had said, they began talking all at once, some even bursting into tears. "Did you come to save us?"

"Where is the other person?!"

These people, who saw hope, turned a deaf ear to Kang De's questions and wept and pleaded.

With a bang.

The mercenary whose neck Kang De had snapped still had his head in Kang De's hand; he was so eager to see his father that he even forgot to throw the body aside.

Now, that head is shattered.

It was crushed by Kang De's hand.

Blood flowed freely, brain matter scattered everywhere, and Kang De's eyes were bloodshot as he shouted sharply, "What happened to Kang Jinzhu!?"

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PS1: This chapter has 5,500 words, which counts as two updates. It's a bit late because the content was difficult to write... Time for bed. I'll write more tomorrow. Goodnight.