The Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars of the New Era

"No time to explain, get in the car!"

He pushed his father into the passenger seat, Kang De went around to the driver's seat, got in, and the doors closed automatically. He pounded on the steering wheel, yelling, "Go! Go! Go!"

With a roar of its engine, the Humvee reversed rapidly, crashing backwards all the way out of the palace gates.

Turning onto the wide avenue outside the palace, the Humvee's side was facing the palace. Kang De slapped the steering wheel, and the makeshift weapon station on the roof lifted up. Turning again, the twin automatic grenade launchers fired hundreds of grenades like a shower of flowers. Eight RPGs, trailing raging flames, rushed toward the palace, followed by three mortar shots.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

A towering wave of air surged, and flames shot out in all directions. Kang Jinzhu was startled. "What are you doing?"

"Give them a little appetizer!" The explosion was so loud that Kang De had to raise his voice, "There are no civilians inside, don't worry, I've checked!"

Even now, Kang Jinzhu still hasn't recovered. He knew he was going to die yesterday, but today Kang De descended from the sky and led him through the chaos. It was even more amazing than playing Call of Duty. The sound and light effects of the explosions and fire were simply astonishing, leaving him feeling dazed as if he were in the clouds.

He suddenly remembered something, shuddered, and shouted, "Where did you get this armed Humvee?! Who's remotely controlling the weapons station?"

There were just too many bizarre things happening. His obedient and sensible son, whom he remembered, had single-handedly stormed the Comora Royal Palace. And his wife, who was known for her love of guns and explosions... Thinking of this, he gave him a look that said, "Tell me honestly, is she your mother?!"

Kang De rolled his eyes and said, "--Isn't my mother stuck in Egypt? Why would you think that?"

"Didn't she teach you these?"

"What kind of mother would teach her son this! Besides, how would she know these things! Why are you asking this?"

"That's wonderful!" Kang Jinzhu exclaimed. "At least I'm not a complete idiot who's been kept in the dark for twenty years by my soldier wife and my superhuman son!"

Horus has remained silent since the beginning, as agreed upon with Kang De. With the imminent arrival of Kang Jinzhu, the Transformers is somewhat uneasy, unsure of how to face his father's father. So he begs Kang De to let him get used to it first.

That's easy enough. For Kang De, it's just a matter of pretending to drive. Horus the one who moves the vehicle, so Kang De just needs to pretend to be the racing god of Mount Akina.

He shouted, "Stop talking about that, buckle up, we should..."

"--Wait!" Kang Jinzhu looked towards the palace, as if he had seen something, and then asked Kang De, "Do you have any RPGs here?"

What are you doing?

Give it to me if you have it! It's useful!

No sooner had he finished speaking than there was a sound from the back seat of the car.

Kang Jinzhu turned around and saw a fully loaded RPG leaning against the seat, complete with a sight.

Without a second thought, he immediately pushed open the door, got out of the car, grabbed the weapon, and climbed onto the roof. He steadied himself in a half-kneeling position, aimed at a spot in the palace, and pulled the trigger. A jet of flame shot out as a rocket-propelled grenade roared into a room on the fourth floor of the palace, creating a violent burst of fire and shockwave.

Kang De didn't stop him. His father had already been saved, and a few dozen seconds of delay was nothing. The old man was willing to do anything, even burn down the entire Comora if he wanted to. What was a little RPG to calm his nerves?

As he warmed up and activated his wristband, preparing to protect his father with defensive spells at any moment, he glanced at the impact point to see which bastard had drawn such hatred. He paused for a moment, noticing that the room had no windows and was the same one his father had been in earlier.

The next moment, the RPG blasted in with pinpoint accuracy.

--So vengeful?

Kang Jinzhu, completely satisfied with his success, jumped out of the car, quickly slipped into the driver's seat, and, with a triumphant look on his face, nudged Kang De's arm. "Let's go! They're coming after us!"

Kang De lightly pressed the accelerator, Horus, understanding, roared and accelerated. After driving a few dozen meters, Kang De sensed something was wrong and turned to his father. "What's in the room?"

Kang Jinzhu stared straight ahead, even more intently than when he was driving. "That France punched me, I retaliated with an RPG, and that's it."

"No!" Kang De exclaimed, "You're not that vengeful... You're destroying something, aren't you?"

Kang Jinzhu scolded, "Don't talk, concentrate on driving!"

There was indeed a tacit understanding between father and son. Kang De was currently under the super buff of "saving his father," and his mood, thinking and wit were greatly enhanced. In a flash, he came up with the correct answer.

He shouted, "There are suicide notes inside, written for me and my mother, right?"

"Bullshit! There isn't one! What suicide note? You're cursing your father, aren't you asking for a beating!"

Despite saying that, the smug smile on his lips betrayed his father.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

Kang De beat his chest in frustration, regretting his slow reaction. The crucial item that would forever solidify his position in the family was gone. He roared, "Why did you do this! Wouldn't it have been better for my mother and me to experience the pure, genuine love from my father and husband?"

No sooner had they finished speaking than a series of loud bangs came from behind them. Through their rearview mirror, the two saw that half of the main building of the palace, which could barely be considered magnificent, had collapsed, with flames raging and explosions erupting everywhere.

Kang Jinzhu was shocked. "How could it have collapsed like this?"

"--Of course it collapsed after being attacked, don't change the subject!"

"Nonsense! I designed this building! You'd need heavy artillery to collapse it!"

The renovation and expansion of the Comora Palace was Kang Jinzhu's confident masterpiece, something that could even be printed on his business card. Unexpectedly, it collapsed. Witnessing all of this, Engineer Kang felt a subtle sense of shame.

Kang De certainly knew what was going on.

He comes from a family with a strong academic tradition, and he absorbed a great deal of professional knowledge from his father.

His father taught him a lot of related knowledge when he was a child. However, the knowledge of building structure is dry and boring. Even college students would feel sleepy when learning it, let alone children. Therefore, Kang Jinzhu had to adopt an edutainment approach and patiently guide his son to learn in a different way.

"Child, this is called a load-bearing structure. Look, this is a model of a house. When we remove the load-bearing structure and shake it, the house will collapse with a bang. Isn't that amazing?"

--The foundation is very important. If the foundation isn't laid well—if it's slightly slanted, crooked, or shallow—it will look like this... Wow, isn't that amazing?

Indeed, the destructive element is ingrained in the very bones of human beings. I've forgotten much of what my father taught me when I was a child, but I remember very clearly what I learned about demolishing houses.

So much so that now, the knowledge of civil engineering, such as load-bearing structures and vulnerable nodes, combined with the Fire Thief's Extraction ability and powerful mental perception, is simply a match made in heaven.

Before entering the palace to rescue his father, he had already considered how to escape, and had preemptively destroyed several load-bearing structures, though of course, the less important parts.

Even if those areas are damaged, the main structure of the building will not collapse immediately, and may even remain sturdy for a period of time, provided that it is not subjected to strong external forces.

For example, an earthquake; for example, artillery fire; for example, artillery fire with a very clear intent.

--So, this was all designed by my dad. No wonder he always found the right solution.

Kang De chuckled inwardly, but said sarcastically, "Brilliant, brilliant! My shoddy construction was torn down by my son during the war, so that if things got out later, your reputation would be ruined and you'd end up in jail. Now you can blame it on the uncontrollable factor of war. Tsk tsk tsk, I'm so filial! This deserves to be recorded in the Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars of the new era."

"Shut up!"

The Humvee sped along the streets of Moyani, the echoes of the father and son arguing still lingering in the air.

Meanwhile, to the southwest of the royal palace, mercenaries from Northern Myanmar, having heard the clatter of gunfire and their leader's orders, were on their way to provide support when they suddenly witnessed half of Moyani's tallest and most eye-catching landmark collapsing, sending up plumes of dust.

The mercenaries' convoy came to a stop, and the people stared blankly at the rare spectacle, listening to the lingering sounds of the explosions.

The young man who had argued with the leader earlier had Mao Gang opened his mouth when the cigarette in his mouth fell onto his trousers.

He quickly ordered the driver to speed up and shouted into the walkie-talkie, his voice brimming with excitement. "Boss! I shouldn't have said that before! You're amazing! Our team's name is going to shake the entire mercenary world!"

"Call me sir! What the hell are you saying? The secret passage has collapsed! Come in and get us!"

Dust swirled in the royal palace, and chaos reigned.

Little Bob Buruo, clutching the precious briefcase, wobbled as he sat up.

He was on the other side of the palace, so he wasn't buried underneath. A cloud of dust swirled in the air, choking him several times. Buruo waved his hand to clear the dust from his face and shouted, "Where is he! Bernard!"

The loyal subordinate rushed over, disheveled and covered in dust.

"Sir! We're under attack!"

"Nonsense!" Buruo roared furiously at Bernard, a hint of fear in his voice that he himself didn't realize. "Say something I don't know!"

"It was an armed Humvee! A Humvee stormed into the palace and rescued the China!"

Bernard reported succinctly, "Sir, we have suffered heavy losses! The casualties are incalculable! Many are trapped under the palace!"

But Little Bob didn't care about the second half of the sentence.

Humvee.

The royal tomb was attacked last night; that's what the officers reported.

An armed Humvee stormed into the camp, unleashing an exaggerated and terrifying barrage of fire upon everyone.

Before that, a terrifying enemy had silently infiltrated the tomb and wreaked havoc, resulting in the disappearance of everyone in the camp, neither alive nor dead.

Now, this Humvee has reappeared.

Similarly, someone else quietly sneaked in and rescued Kang Jinzhu.

In a flash, the two events were connected, and many mysteries were suddenly cleared up. Little Bob was jolted awake, realizing that fate had played a cruel joke on him.

--This mysterious and powerful enemy has come to rescue Kang Jinzhu!

"... Release the drones! Monitor the Humvee's route! Call all patrol and guard units in the city! Order them to intercept it at all costs!"

Little Bob's face contorted with rage as he grabbed his subordinate by the collar. "Then, get me a drivable car! Then take me away, in the opposite direction, out of the city, to the airport! To the fucking airport! Don't let anyone know about this except you! Go do it!"

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PS1: Chapter 1, 3000 words! There will be another update tonight!