Hey, Look at Him

"We're under attack! We're under attack!"

Amidst the intense flames and successive explosions, an officer screamed for help, "We need reinforcements! We need reinforcements! We've encountered an enemy we've never faced before! I don't know! I have no idea who the enemy is! We've suffered heavy casualties! I can't understand! What the hell is this enemy...?"

Before he could finish speaking, his cervical vertebrae and brainstem were ripped out, and the officer, his eyes vacant, fell backward to the ground. Kang De took the phone and uttered the few French he knew. "Ta-mère-est-morte."

Then he tossed the phone aside.

The surrounding guards had been slaughtered. Kang De grabbed the officer's corpse, a black light flashing, and traversed space, hovering in mid-air. He dropped the corpse and continued leaping into the distance.

The soldiers, who were firing from cover, heard the commotion, instinctively raised their guns and turned around, only to find their commander lying face up on the ground. They rushed over to check on him and tried to save him.

Then someone suddenly shouted, "Grenade!"

With a loud bang, the corpse exploded, sending fragments flying and knocking the surrounding soldiers to the ground.

Hearing the explosion behind him, Kang De had already leaped onto the top of a heavy truck. He threw out an oil drum he had taken from the White Mist Space. The surface of the metal drum had been Extraction to the point of near collapse. Kang De stretched out his left hand, his wristband stirring up the air jet, and a heavy and powerful air cannon roared out, hitting the oil drum squarely.

With a deafening roar, the iron barrel shattered, and the violent blast of air propelled gasoline in all directions. This gasoline, already thickened with sugar and rubber scraps, drenched the dozen or so soldiers in the area. A Mars flew from Kang De's fingertip, instantly transforming into a hellish inferno that devoured everything.

A dozen or so people were frantically slapping their bodies, rolling around, and screaming.

The entire camp grew increasingly chaotic. Kang De flung out objects with spatial beacons attached, constantly traversing the skies above the battlefield. Each time he leaped out of the White Mist World, he carried two fully loaded RPGs, specifically targeting areas with many people. After firing, he would casually toss the launchers aside, picking them up again as he traversed the area.

He's like the leader of the Shadow Watch.

The results were outstanding.

A shockwave and a trail of flame descended from the sky, followed by a deafening explosion and flying debris. This was firepower suppression on par with that of an armed helicopter, sweeping through the area in an instant and killing or injuring countless people.

The Humvee had broken through layers of frontal defenses, smashed through the goal, and charged into the field.

A makeshift combined assault turret, consisting of four M2HB heavy machine guns, two automatic grenade launchers, and eight RPG launchers, roared fiercely. This thing should have been on an armored vehicle, but it was being used by a Humvee to kill and set fires everywhere. Kang De and Horus officially met.

Cheers erupted from behind.

Engines roared from the rear of the camp as two wheeled infantry fighting vehicles approached from the left and right, their 30mm automatic cannons aimed at the speeding Humvee and opened fire with extremely high rates of fire, causing the ground to explode and mud to fly everywhere.

In the driver's and gunner's view, this damned armed Humvee swayed and bumped left and right with supercar-like speed and agility. The combined attack turret locked on, and eight armor-piercing RPGs fired in succession. Amidst the whistling of several exhaust plumes, four heavy machine guns spat fire, and armor-piercing and incendiary rounds were densely fired. With incredible speed and agility, it circled around to the side of the infantry fighting vehicle, cutting half a circle like a scimitar. The rockets hit almost simultaneously!

Amidst the deafening explosion, the old Russian-made infantry fighting vehicle was reduced to flames.

Kang De, clutching his Lynx rifle, was shooting down the fleeing soldiers in a sorry state. His X-ray vision allowed him to do whatever he wanted. Hearing a flash of light, he turned and cursed, "You worthless bastards!"

Horus then realized what was happening and immediately circled around to the rear of the camp, firing and killing the soldiers on both sides as he rushed to the rear of another infantry fighting vehicle.

The gunner quickly turned the turret around, and the image of the armed Humvee appeared on the camera. A cold smile appeared on the mercenary's lips. At this distance, timing, and position, you're dead!

Then, his eyes widened.

"Hold!"

In the imaging, the Humvee transformed and reassembled at a dazzling speed, turning into a giant robot. With graceful and agile movements, it dodged the bombardment of automatic cannons, leaping and crawling as it approached the infantry fighting vehicle. It reached out and grabbed the rear door of the vehicle, raised a middle finger, and opened the tip of the finger to reveal a gun muzzle.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

"Father, it's done."

As the fighting subsided, Kang De descended from the sky and observed through the life detection array that the red dots in the field had almost disappeared, and the barrels of the Lynx rifles were scorching hot. Horus raised the infantry fighting vehicle, and with a flash of black light, they disappeared together, leaving the guns and the infantry fighting vehicle in the White Mist World. Then they returned.

The officers and soldiers, who had been strangled and knocked unconscious beforehand, were thrown back into the Hall of Kings in the royal tomb. Kang De grabbed one of the officers, slapped him twice to wake him up, and then threw him to the ground.

"Hello."

He kicked another soldier awake and said to the officer, "Watch him."

Then Kang De grabbed the soldier's head, his right hand flashing red light, and the Flame Element Extraction from the camp violently poured into the soldier's body. Red light, charred smoke, scalding heat, blisters, fiery red eyes, hysterical struggles and screams, and a minute later, a charred corpse.

Answer my question.

He took out his phone and showed a picture of his father. "Where is this man?"

The officer roared and cursed loudly, his eyes filled with resentment, hysterically howling, his spittle even landing on Kang De's mask.

Kang De wiped his face expressionlessly with his sleeve and reached out to wake another officer.

"Hey, look at him."

He tore open a scroll, and a strange, ink-like aura, guided by his spiritual power, poured into the tough man's eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. Then he began to scream, cry out, and beg for mercy in a miserable state.

Kang De remained unmoved.

Until the other person's face continued to rot, and even the flesh and blood fell off, and they withered away.

In the end, he turned into a puddle of putrid liquid.

Have you seen this man? Where did you take him?

He said to the terrified officer.

The charred corpses and rotting bodies—the gruesome and bizarre ways of dying and the pain they endured surpassed human imagination, making the terror of death not just limited to death itself. With these two as examples, even tough guys wouldn't dare to be tough anymore. The officer stammered his explanation, and Mali Sele's translator rang out on the satellite phone.

"The capital, he was sent to Moyani, the capital of Comora, where we occupied it... Mr. Buruo took him away, along with the treasures we unearthed!"

Kang De asked, "Where exactly? Mark the address, and your command post."

He engaged in brief inquiries and exchanges with the other party.

Why did you take that China man away?

"I... I heard from Mr. Buruo that we need to utilize the China man's professional skills."

The other party readily disclosed everything they knew, including the mercenaries' personnel and equipment, the progress of the war, and even their subtle connections with the Fr*nce governments.

This includes the purpose of their trip and their emphasis on the royal tombs.

There are also unearthed treasures and other valuable items waiting to be discovered.

"I don't know what it was. I only glanced at it from afar. Then it was sealed away and given to Mr. Buruo. It looked like a stone object, but it could glow..."

He spoke frankly and without reservation, pouring out his knowledge like beans from a bamboo tube, then looked pitifully at Kang De and pleaded.

"Please, let me go! I was just following orders, it was my job, I..."

Kang De stared at him coldly.

Then he held up one finger. "One question, tell me the truth, and I'll think about it."

"Excuse me! Excuse me! Excuse me!"

Kang De calmly said, "You invaded Comora because of the treasure in this ruin. You have the secret support of the Fr*nce governments, trying to cover up your actions with war. You don't want the outside world to know about what's happening here, especially that you've unearthed this so-called treasure. Is that right?"

The other person nodded repeatedly, hoping that this was the question Kang De wanted to ask.

Unfortunately, no.

Kang De looked at him, his tone completely unwavering.

"So, what are you going to do with the China who helped you dig here, and those few who did the hard labor for you? What will you do with them after you finish the excavation?"

The officer froze, then his face turned pale.

Before he could speak, Kang De had already grabbed his chin with lightning speed, shoved it upwards, and blood spurted out, along with half a tongue, causing the man to cry out in agony.

Kang De indifferently raised his hand, slapping the next officer awake, and pointed to his companion whose mouth was full of blood.

"Look at him."

After the biting cold had frozen the man into solidified, shattered pieces, Kang De held up his father's photograph again. "Have you seen this man? Where did you send him? What are you doing here? Tell me."

If you ask three to five people and their answers are almost identical, then there is no possibility of forgery.

Horus, who was waiting outside, said, "Father, it's time for us to leave."

"Wait a moment."

Extraction activated, the body destroyed, and Kang De walked deeper into the tomb. "I'll go clean it up."

As they cleared away corpses along the way, all the way to the prison next to the underground palace, the father's colleagues, who were filled with anxiety and sobbing quietly, saw Kang De return, and their eyes lit up with surprise and hope.

Kang De stepped forward, chopped one man unconscious with a single blow, and before they could react in fear or try to escape, he struck each of them once. Then, he used the belts he had collected along the way to tie them up, and dragged them out, carrying several of them at a time.

He tossed it into the back seat of the Humvee and tucked it in.

Horus said in a deep voice, "Father, I'm a little overwhelmed—what should we do with them? We can't keep taking them all the way around."

Kang De swiped his finger across the map and confirmed the location of the China Embassy in Comora.

"Follow the navigation, go to Moyani," Kang De said, "And throw it over the wall."

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PS1: Second update... Goodnight, goodnight, time for bed.