Pfft

As Alina replayed the video on her phone over and over again, Cole excitedly frantically tapped away on his phone, his fingers moving at a dizzying pace.

He wants to share this hopeful footage with the world.

"Hey guys, you'll never guess what I filmed in the Comora! A real Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan, and whatever you think... I swear it's real! Not CGI, not a movie, and not some fxcking marketing! It's real! Real news!"

"This scene reminds me of that China war movie that grossed almost a billion dollars at the domestic box office! Hey Hollywood! Hey Marvel! Are you sure you don't want to cast this guy Shang-Chi?"

"I hereby declare that from today onwards, my idol will no longer be Keanu Reeves, but this China Kung Fu master!"

Three Twitter and three videos, all of which were rather blurry and were taken with a mobile phone.

The first paragraph depicts the spectacular scene of the Moyani Palace collapsing with a deafening roar, leaving behind billowing smoke.

The second scene is a thrilling chase through the streets surrounded by three cars. Kang De grabs the frame of one of the cars, throws himself out of the driver's seat, snipes and kills the people in the other two cars, and then uses the momentum to jump back into the driver's seat.

The third segment is the most thrilling. Facing a sudden attack from an RPG, the Humvee drifts and fishtails, rolling down the windows, letting the rocket-propelled grenade, capable of blowing the entire vehicle and its occupants to smithereens, rush in through the left window and out the right. The Humvee continues to drift and spin, while the cold and powerful China man, with a resolute and fearless expression, fires with astonishing accuracy, blasting away the other RPGs!

That's fucking cool!

After clicking "post," Cole waved his phone, muttering, "Come on, come on, damn Wi-Fi, hurry up! Great, great, maybe my retirement is all set!"

The video is copyrighted!

It's not just the few posts he sent out, but more valuable are the street chase scenes captured stably and clearly by a high-definition, high-speed camera! High-definition versions of those big scenes!

The latter is far more valuable! If these Twitter generate significant buzz and discussion online, then the videos he possesses will be even more valuable!

I'm going to hire an online army to hype this up! For the sake of my villa and luxury cars for the rest of my life!

Money makes people calm and full of energy. At this moment, Cole's mind was calmer than ever before, and his thoughts were incredibly clear. He knew what he had to do.

At the heart of it all is the video recorded by the camera.

He quickly pulled his laptop from his backpack, took a memory card from the camera, inserted it into the computer, copied the video, then encrypted, hid, and compressed it before uploading it to the cloud and changing the cloud drive password... This United Kingdom guy pushed his speed to the limit.

"Cole! Cole!"

He ignored Alina's calls.

Only when the reporter forcefully shoved the photographer did he impatiently raise his head, only to see his partner's panicked expression. "We have to go! They seem to have spotted us!"

Cole was taken aback and quickly stood up. Gunshots were ringing out in the distance. The China tough guy had clearly already left, so why were there still gunshots in the city? Where was the fighting going?

Of course, that's not the point. The two journalists were no longer in the mood to continue filming; they had already obtained crucial footage, enough to sustain them for many years to come!

What needs to be done now is to leave safely!

A commotion was drawing near. The cameraman gritted his teeth, made a quick decision, grabbed his laptop, and said to Alina, "Let's get out of here! Before they find us! Forget the camera! That video is enough to buy at least a hundred cameras!"

The two hurried downstairs. If the video hadn't still been streaming, Cole would have even smashed the computer and thrown it away, just taking the hard drive with him—but now he still had to get it running.

He prayed to God that the Comora wireless network would be strong, continuous, and have a good signal, while he and his partner rushed downstairs and out the door. To their despair, they had only gone a short distance to the left when they heard shouts behind them, along with the sound of gunfire into the air.

"Stop! Hands behind your head! Kneel down! Or I'll shoot!"

The two exchanged a glance, their faces filled with despair, and stopped in their tracks.

They weren't that tough China guy; they had no chance against guns.

Cole took a deep breath, quickly pulled down his pants, and stuffed the memory card into his private area. Luckily, his underwear was tight-fitting boxer shorts, he thought.

This isn't actually the best option; he prefers to put the memory card in a safer place, like a damp, tight spot where no one will ever look at it, but that would be too much of a fuss.

Making money isn't disgusting.

"We found a camera upstairs! They're journalists! The memory card is missing!"

Hearing this from upstairs, the two men looked even more desperate.

"Are you journalists?"

The person who had spoken earlier strode over and shouted, "What did you film? Hand over the memory card! Then we'll let you go! We don't want any trouble!"

Upon hearing this, Cole immediately reached for his memory card, but the other person shouted, "Don't move!"

"I'm getting the memory card! It's here! It's here!" Under Alina's subtle gaze, the photographer retrieved the memory card and held it high. "Here it is! Please let us go!"

The white mercenary snatched the memory card.

Then his gaze fell on Cole's backpack. "What's in here?"

"These are personal belongings, sir. We are just journalists, BCC journalists. We have no intention of causing trouble, we remain neutral, and we will not report things that shouldn't be reported..."

Unfortunately, as a photographer, Cole's acting skills were lacking. The alert mercenary immediately saw through his attempt to conceal something and reached for his bag. "Give it to me!"

"No! No! This is very important! Please don't take it away!"

This wasn't just a computer; it might be worth hundreds of thousands or even millions of pounds. In a moment of impulsiveness, Cole instinctively tried to snatch it, until the other person raised a gun. "Shut up! Idiot!"

The next moment, a gunshot rang out, and Alina screamed.

Cole was completely bewildered.

It wasn't him who was shot, but the mercenary. The man's eyes glazed over, and then he fell backward to the ground with a series of barely perceptible thuds. Before the two journalists could even react, the mercenaries quickly fell to the ground, and then a group of fully armed men rushed over. The three leaders put away their silenced submachine guns.

They seemed to be communicating, but the two United Kingdom couldn't understand them.

But you can see their skin color and facial features.

Yellow skin, black eyes, black hair.

--China!

That China hunk's companion!?

Hello! Hello!

Cole was trembling with excitement, connecting this group of people to that cool racing legend. "Help us! I... I'm a huge fan of your friend!"

These guys are definitely not China; they are mercenaries from Northern Myanmar.

Hired by Wang Yongzhi, he came to Comora to rescue Kang Jinzhu.

The leader had originally planned to scout out the palace, but he bumped into Little Bob's henchman who was checking the secret passage. The Myanmar reacted quickly, immediately taking down the guy with a silenced pistol that fired subsonic rounds. Before he could even dispose of the body, two muffled thuds were heard in front of the palace, followed by a barrage of gunfire and then an explosion. Within minutes, there was a deafening collapse.

I have absolutely no idea what happened.

The leader was completely bewildered, disoriented from the shock. After finally recovering, he tried to escape, but the secret passage had already collapsed. Helpless, he had no choice but to find a way out through the palace. Not long after, he was discovered by the crazed France mercenaries, who were fully armed, and a firefight ensued.

His comrades rushed to his aid and quickly evacuated, only to find half of the palace collapsed and the enemy suffering heavy casualties. His subordinates were both shocked and impressed, constantly praising their leader. But the leader himself remained completely bewildered, insisting that he hadn't done it.

However, his subordinates didn't believe him, and he didn't know how to explain it for a moment.

Of course, it doesn't matter whether your subordinates believe it or not, but if the enemy doesn't believe it, that's a serious problem.

This group of men in three vehicles was very conspicuous. The France mercenaries, stunned by the initial barrage of attacks, were enraged and, without a word, unleashed their fury on them. The French mercenaries fought their way out, eventually abandoning their vehicles and fleeing, as they were too obvious targets...

--And what happened next?

Later, Kang De fought his way out and terrified the France mercenaries. The France's fear of Kang De also spread to the "China" mercenaries in Northern Myanmar.

In their view, Kang De was in cahoots with these guys. Firstly, they were afraid that if they killed all of them, the terrifying Humvee would return. Secondly, they were also afraid that one of these "China" might emerge who was just as capable as that Humvee brute... that would be too terrifying.

For this reason, the Northern Myanmar mercenaries, whose mission had not gone smoothly, had at least temporarily shaken off the pursuit and were preparing to walk to another evacuation point, where there were also vehicles available.

They discovered the two Western journalists during their journey.

"He said he knows our friend..." the fluent English speaker in the group translated for Cole leader, "... that tough China guy who charged all the way out."

The leader's expression shifted, but this wasn't the place to talk. He thought for a moment and said, "Take them with you."

As they traveled, Moyani's mercenary forces seemed to have fallen silent. It was unclear what information they had received, but the mercenaries in Northern Myanmar successfully retrieved their vehicles.

"This is it!"

Cole carefully turned on the computer and played the video for the leader to see.

He finally realized that something was wrong.

But who cares, as long as he survives... These guys don't know about the camera and memory card, and even if they did, he could just say that the white mercenary took them.

Yes, Cole had secretly retrieved the memory card and hidden it in a safe place.

The leader frowned, tapped the touchscreen to stop the video, and as the Humvee completed its spin and drift, the passenger in the front seat looked up through the window, revealing his face.

He took out the photo from his pocket.

His younger brother Mao Deng, shouted, "It's him! Kang Jinzhu!"

At the same time, Alina shouted, "It's him! One of the missing China!"

The reporter had done her research and happened to see photos of missing China people.

The leader's face was grim. Kang Jinzhu was his rescue target, but now she had been kidnapped by an unknown person... He clicked on the screen to rewind to the scene where Kang De fired the gun.

The young face was unfamiliar, yet strangely... familiar.

Alina stared wide-eyed, then suddenly said, "These two people... look a bit alike?"

The leader's face was grim, and he remained silent, as if he had thought of something.

He then took out his phone, recorded the video, took a few photos of Kang De, and opened WeChat.

Alina and Cole looked at each other across the chieftain, Cole mouthed the word "father."

The reporter's beautiful eyes widened slightly.

A missing China father, a China son with extraordinary skills, street fights and high-speed chases in Africa, and a series of efforts to save their loved ones... Family, legend, drama, China kung fu, exotic scenery, war background, fxck! Pulitzer is calling me!

In H City, China, Wang Yongzhi was still awake.

His phone vibrated. He glanced at it and immediately answered, "Hello? Did you rescue them?"

"Boss Wang, the mission failed. Your friend was rescued by someone else, but I don't know who it was."

Wang Yongzhi's eyes widened, and he shouted angrily, "What are you doing! Who rescued him? Who else could rescue him? What did you say before? You..."

Before he could finish his rant, the leader on the other end of the phone said, "I have a video and a photo. Take a look for yourself; you might recognize him."

The call was disconnected.

Soon, a video was transmitted, but it was transmitting very slowly.

"Baffling!"

Wang Yongzhi was extremely anxious. The mercenaries had failed, and his old friend was missing. How could he explain this to Kang De?

He reached out and pulled open his collar, grabbed a water glass, and took a big gulp of goji berry-infused water. The video finally transmitted successfully. He opened it and saw Humvee on the street, a rocket flying, drifting and tail-sliding, the car spinning, an RPG passing through the car, someone raising a gun from the car window and firing, the rocket exploding in mid-air.

"What the hell is this, a movie?"

Normally, Wang Yongzhi would have been amazed, asked what movie it was, and then asked Xiaoman to find him a download link to watch it. But now, he wasn't in the mood for that.

--What's going on? Are you trying to fool me with a movie clip?

He was furious, and then he saw the screenshot that the mercenary leader had taken.

A young man stood calmly, holding a pistol out the window, his expression serene and focused.

Another picture.

My old friend had a bewildered look on his face, a hint of confusion in his expression.

Here's another picture.

A young man leaned out from behind the car frame, holding a sniper rifle in one hand.

There were also those who leaped through the air and fired their guns.

In almost every picture, you can clearly see the person's face.

Very young, but looks familiar.

The kind of face you've known since childhood.

Wang Yongzhi's eyes slowly widened.

Then...

"Puff!"

Water sprayed from his mouth several meters away.

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PS1: That's all for this update... I could have written another chapter, but I'm very sleepy and want to rest early today. I'll update three times tomorrow. That's all.