The Times Haven't Changed, Idiot

Where is Kang Jinzhu!?

The furious roar was no less intense than the explosion of gunpowder; the terrifying sound waves collided and echoed, and the hostages screamed, covering their ears, their faces showing shock and fear.

Although this uninvited guest was dressed very strangely, he had killed a vicious mercenary and spoke fluent Chinese. Being in a foreign land, amidst war, a powerful person who spoke fluent Mandarin would certainly give these people, who were living in constant fear and uncertainty, a glimmer of hope.

But now, they were horrified to discover that the person in front of them was even more terrifying than the mercenaries.

The killing intent, something generally considered mysterious and ethereal... actually exists.

It was as if boundless crimson blood surged from the mysterious man's body, like a mighty river, surging and pressing down.

No one dared to look him in the eye.

"... say!"

A second wave of crimson light surged in, and some people were so frightened that they cried out.

Kang De drew his short sword, its blade as white as a ribbon, and planted it against the wall beside a man's head, its edge menacing. He leaned closer, his eyes sharp as knives, bloodthirsty and crimson. "Speak."

"Kang... Engineer Kang... he..." the man said in a trembling voice, "Was taken away by those people..."

Kang De's voice grew increasingly deep and terrifying. "Where did you take it?"

"N-I don't know..."

Sweat slid down the man's round, dust-covered face, leaving behind damp patches of mud.

His legs were trembling. "They took Engineer Kang away, along with the artifact they unearthed. I don't know where they're going..."

"--how long?"

"Our phones and watches were confiscated; I only remember eating one meal after that..."

Kang De drew his dagger from the wall.

The man looked at Kang De, pleading cautiously and earnestly, "Help us, please help us? I don't want to die, I want to go home, we all want to go home..."

Kang De looked at him, and he looked at Kang De.

People looked up at him cautiously, and the silence lasted for a brief moment.

Kang De's intense gaze contained a palpable frenzy and murderous intent, causing the pleading voice to cease.

"... Wait here."

Then he turned and left.

Overwhelmed by the aura and power that seemed to freeze the air, people could only watch helplessly, not daring to ask any more questions or plead, their eyes filled with helplessness and despair.

Cautious footsteps echoed outside the cramped, prison-like stone chamber.

But all of this was under the control of the Life Detection Vision. Golden light flashed in his eyes, time accelerated, and Kang De leaped out. A thick wave of air gathered on his left wristband and shot out like an air cannon, knocking the two mercenaries who were in a CQB tactical stance one in front of the other back, causing them to stagger backward.

The flying axe pierced the air and struck a man squarely on the head. Kang De leaped over, stomped on the man's chest, and thrust his short sword through the air, tearing outwards from the side of his neck, causing blood to spurt out.

He pulled out the throwing axe, then swung it down again, ending the life that was barely clinging to life.

Then I turned on the walkie-talkie.

Horus.

"Father, did it go smoothly?"

"Not going well. My dad isn't here; he's been moved. You can launch the full-scale attack now."

"Yes, Father, I suggest returning via a space jump."

"No."

Kang De paused for a moment, then said, "I'll fight my way out from inside, and we'll coordinate an attack from within."

"Yes."

Horus said no more, and the clanging of guns taking their positions came through the walkie-talkie.

Walking along the stairs and corridors, in the vast underground main hall, the mercenaries were on high alert. They already knew where the incident had occurred, perhaps due to some trickery by the China. In any case, eight men, scattered at varying distances, with two squad automatic weapons, six assault rifles, and two shotguns, completely covered the only entrance from here to the prison cell where the China were held.

A dark shadow streaked out.

The mercenaries, whose nerves were already stretched to the limit, immediately opened fire. Automatic weapons roared with a terrifying rate of fire, and numerous bullets rained down on the target's body. Blood splattered everywhere, and the body trembled violently. The target was even thrown into the air by the bullets, and in an instant, it was riddled with holes.

Then it fell to the ground.

The squad leader signaled a ceasefire, observed for a moment, then his expression changed, and he shouted, "It's friendly forces! Maintain alert!"

Having already taken the opportunity to teleport to the hall, Kang De hovered on the stone pillar carving on the side wall. Guided by his mental power, the elemental waves in the scroll flowed into Kang De's arm, and then the breath of hell descended from the sky, like a giant dragon sweeping across the top. The fierce fire breath swept across the ground, engulfing several people.

A scream erupted.

Amidst the raging Flame, Kang De seized the opportunity to descend from the sky, drawing his short sword. He swooped down like an eagle, piercing his target's neck with a single thrust, and pulled it outwards, sending a spray of blood into the air.

He reached out and grabbed the M249 squad automatic weapon from the other man's hand.

Gunfire roared, first killing another squad machine gunner, the firepower sweeping across the enemies struggling and screaming in the Flame like a scythe of death.

However, as seasoned mercenaries, they might not be able to defend against a powerful enemy with unusual abilities they had never seen before, but they were by no means lacking in battlefield experience. In the blink of an eye, at least three of them had already dodged the flames, made tactical evasive maneuvers, and turned around to fire behind them.

Kang De kicked a pebble and, as the three men turned to retaliate, appeared behind one of them. He smashed the man's neck with the butt of his rifle, then raised his gun and fired to the left. His arms were like iron, and the muzzle of his gun did not waver in the slightest. The barrage of bullets, like a torrential downpour, was all concentrated on one point. The rain of 5.56mm NATO rounds finally penetrated the double protection of the bulletproof vest and bulletproof plates, twisting the man's torso into a tangled mess.

No wonder John Wick prefers headshots.

The mercenary, who had been struck on the neck with a rifle butt, lay on the ground, his face contorted in pain.

Kang De lowered his gun, aimed it at his head, and pulled the trigger. A burst of bullets shattered the watermelon.

The gunshot rang out from the right. There was only one person left, and the enemy's location was clearly marked by the Life Vision.

Kang De turned and opened fire. This man was probably an experienced officer. He quickly retreated, using the huge stone pillars and platforms in the underground palace for cover, and continued to suppress the enemy with bursts of fire as he retreated.

They exchanged fire across the still-burning sea of fire.

Kang De, his expression icy, strode across the sea of fire, the flames parting automatically. He raised an atmospheric shield with his left hand and fired his squad machine gun at the enemy's hiding place with his right. The rifle bullets were blocked by the stagnant atmospheric shield and fell to the ground, while the officer was forced to keep his head down.

Then, the ammunition belt was empty.

The crisp, almost imperceptible sound was like heavenly music to the mercenary officer's ears. He leaped out, switched to rapid-fire mode, and opened fire wildly on Kang De's position!

Kang De gracefully leaped to the right with incredible speed. The man chased after him, firing indiscriminately, but only managing to outline his body. A few seconds later, the assault rifle stopped firing, and Kang De reappeared. The two men, their magazines and boxes empty, stared at each other, locked in a standoff.

In Call of Duty, they say that switching weapons is always faster than reloading.

The battle-hardened mercenary immediately put down his assault rifle, drew his pistol with lightning speed and perfect tactical movements, took aim from a standing position with the safety on, and was about to pull the trigger.

He was certain the other party had no chance.

The next moment, the wind howled, and the M249 squad automatic weapon, weighing 6.83 kilograms, traveled dozens of meters at a speed of over 100 kilometers per hour, accurately striking the mercenary in the face. His entire face collapsed with a thud, followed by the sound of his neck breaking.

His entire head was smashed so hard that it landed flat against his back.

His body convulsed a few times before collapsing limply to the ground.

Times haven't changed, you idiot.

Kang De turned around and, through the earthen and brick wall, could see seven or eight points of light rushing downwards.

He glanced at the guns on the ground. The small-caliber rifle rounds, mainly 5.56mm, performed poorly against Level 4 body armor. They required concentrated fire or attacks on weak points, making them unusable. He was facing well-trained, battle-hardened mercenaries, not the rookie soldiers from Gambia.

A flash of black light, and a moment later, Kang De reappeared.

The 14.5mm Lynx rifle is in place; try adding another bulletproof plate if you dare.

He ran back the way he had come.

The eight points of light split into two teams, constantly changing positions and cautiously advancing in turn. Even now, the mercenary commander still hasn't realized the seriousness of the problem and has even sent people down to deliver food.

Kang De activated his invisibility cloak, wielding a Lynx rifle as he approached. Eight actors, hunched over and hunched over, advanced cautiously as if facing a formidable enemy, speaking quietly into walkie-talkies as they went.

He stepped forward, raised his rifle, and pointed it at the head of the guy in front.

Pull the trigger.

Fire, smoke, a deafening roar—a terrifying 14.5mm sniper bullet pierced through his teeth. Kang De could even see the blast of air blowing his opponent's lips and cheeks open, his bewildered face illuminated by the firelight.

The bullet pierced the brainstem, its momentum undiminished, and shot towards the second one.

Pull the trigger again.

Boom boom boom boom boom.

The narrow passageway, the roar of gunfire, the flashes of light, and the ridiculously large caliber anti-materiel sniper bullets—five bullets killed eight people. He reloaded, then switched back to carry mode and slung it over his shoulder.

He pulled out two throwing axes.

The path ahead was already familiar. Kang De emerged from the collapsed tunnel and arrived at the Hall of Kings on the surface of the King's Tomb. After coming out, he swung his hands, and the flying axe spun through the air, killing two people.

Kill the two guards behind the gate.

The gates of the royal tomb remained closed, while the deafening roar of gunfire continued outside. Horus had launched his attack. Kang De, expressionless, reached out and pressed his hand against the closed gate.

Mental energy is dispersed.

Boom.

Boom.

A series of loud, muffled thuds echoed as some of the internal structural components collapsed.

Kang De gracefully stepped back, took a running start, took a step, leaped high into the air, and kicked the top of the door.

The massive, heavy gate collapsed forward with a deafening roar. Light and fire poured in through the widening gaps, and the shouts, roars, explosions, and gunshots from the outside world became real. The machine gunners and riflemen guarding the gate heard the wind behind them, turned around, and let out desperate screams, becoming victims of this devastating attack.

Kang De walked out amidst the smoke and blood.

A mercenary nearly escaped but was still pinned under the door. He was the gunner operating the fixed machine gun, and the high-quality heavy machine gun wasn't completely crushed, which helped him absorb a lot of the pressure. However, his body was still severely injured, with only half of his upper body exposed, and he looked like he was in great pain.

Kang De spotted him, came to his side, and hope ignited in the other's eyes.

"It must have been very painful."

Then Kang De lifted his foot and stepped on the corner of the stone gate.

I'll help you get rid of it.

Apply force slowly.

The stone gate emitted a dull, piercing sound as it continued to sink. Hope turned to despair, and the pain intensified. The machine gunner's body gradually flattened, blood gushing from his mouth, forming a fountain of blood, before his facial features collapsed and bled profusely.

The bright lights of the camp mingled with the intense flames, illuminating Kang De's eyes, which had transformed from their previous frenzied brilliance into utter indifference.

The roar of the Humvee's engine was already extremely close.

An excessive amount of firepower was poured into this area.

Some people heard the sound of the giant gate collapsing, spotted Kang De, and exclaimed in surprise. On such a chaotic night of attack, a guy with an odd personality appeared before everyone.

Then, the few witnesses let out even more panicked screams.

Because within his field of vision, the body of this mysterious figure, who seemed to have been seen in some game, was enveloped in black light and then vanished instantly.

It's like a hallucination.

But it wasn't a hallucination.

With the order to massacre issued, the ravenous dogs of war began to ravage the world.

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PS1: First update, 3500 words...