Now That's Got My Attention

In short, the King of Comora suffered another new wound to his abdomen.

But no one made fun of him.

Because apart from Horus, no one saw the Kang Family father and son put the king on the ground and gesture as they made a shallow cut.

They sprinkled some Yunnan Baiyao traditional Chinese medicine for treating COVID-19), re-bandaged the area with bandages given to them by Kirov, and then carried the King of Comora into the car—they needed to get away quickly.

Clearly, the mercenaries even deployed armed helicopters in an attempt to capture the King of Comora. When they spotted the King's Guard, they must have reported the sighting to their superiors. The mercenary command and even the Fr*nce governments would have been closely monitoring the situation, which is why the pursuing forces lost contact.

Even the armed helicopters responsible for the pursuit vanished into thin air, disappearing without a trace.

Although this helicopter is just an old AH-1G American Cobra, rather than the Tiger helicopter jointly developed by France and Germany, it is not something that a mere mercenary force active in Africa could easily acquire—even if they could afford to buy it, they probably couldn't afford to maintain it.

The Fr*nce governments likely played a significant role in securing this powerful weapon through behind-the-scenes connections and efforts.

Such a large helicopter, if it were just sitting here, would disappear in an instant. Not only would Little Bob be furious, but the France government would also be very upset.

"Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if the nearby Fr*nce military base immediately scrambled a reconnaissance plane this way." Kang De glanced at the king lying in the back seat. "This guy is a real problem... I'm starting to regret saving him."

Before leaving, Kang De meticulously Extraction the battlefield, eliminating as many traces and clues as possible.

But it's uncertain whether we can fool the enemy.

Kang Jinzhu said, "He's very useful."

After saying this, Papa Kang seemed to feel that his argument wasn't convincing enough, so he added, "We've saved the king, so we can ask him to cooperate with us. That's a pretty big achievement, and we've made a great contribution to the country. I've already mentioned all these benefits. Of course, there's something even more important: the king might know some things... By saving him, we can at least find out what Little Bob is up to."

Kang De glanced at his father sideways. "You make it sound so nice, but you were quite swift and decisive when you stabbed him with a knife. Does this kid owe you money for the project?"

"Nonsense!" Kang Jinzhu glared at him. "I'm protecting him—to prevent him from discovering your secret, guessing something, saying something he shouldn't, and then being silenced by you, you brat."

Kang De laughed three times, then arrogantly declared, "Am I such a cruel person? I'm not some demon. At most, I'll give him some Three Corpse Brain Spirit Pill or Leopard Fetus Tendon-Transforming Pill to control him, make him work for me, and turn Comora into my possession—wait, thinking about it that way seems more convenient. Oh crap, are Hong Antong and Ren Woxing idiots? They only use such effective medicine to control subordinates and thugs?"

Kang Jinzhu and his son exchanged glances, and after a moment, Kang Jingzhu asked in confusion, "Yeah, are they idiots?"

Just then, a low groan of pain came from the back seat.

The two turned around.

The Black King opened his eyes in a daze, still sleepy, and looked around in confusion. Then, a look of pain appeared on his face as he clutched the wound on his abdomen. Only then did he realize his predicament.

His eyes widened, and he instinctively reached for his gun, only to find it empty. He then looked around warily and immediately spotted a familiar face— Jinzhu Kang sitting in the passenger seat.

"Sperm... Jingzhu!"

He called out Kang Jinzhu's name in extremely strange and subtle Chinese, and then switched to English, babbling incoherently, which Kang De couldn't understand at all.

"Jingzhu, oh, Jingzhu, did you save me? Where are my people and my men? Oh God, indeed only you China are trustworthy! Those France actually dare to try and steal my country and the glory of my ancestors once again... I will not yield! I will fight them to the very end!"

He seemed to have realized the fate of his loyal subordinates; his eyes were red-rimmed, and he gritted his teeth.

The King of Comora took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

This is the tragedy of a weak nation.

The current international environment is not much better than it was hundreds or thousands of years ago, and may even be worse, because today, the vast majority of countries in the world have no possibility of becoming a powerful nation.

Even a small, poor country like Comora, located in a remote part of Africa, serves as an example of the law of the jungle in the international community, proving that this cruel law remains unchanged even in a global context of compassion, human rights, development, and peace.

He solemnly said to Kang Jinzhu, "Please, you Jingzhu, help me. Please find a way to get me in touch with your motherland. I will always remember your friendship and will always be a friend of China..."

Kang De only heard the other person talking rapidly with a heavy accent. With his exam-oriented English, he could hardly understand a word, but he found the pronunciation quite amusing.

"Jingzhu!" he laughed. "What's this Black King saying?"

"My son," Kang Jinzhu said calmly, "He wants to pledge allegiance to our country."

King Comora then noticed the driver.

He witnessed the upheaval that led to the fall of his country, and then realized the truth: that the Fr*nce governments had overthrown his nation. Filled with resentment and anger, he had nowhere to vent his frustration. While escaping the palace, he was hit by shrapnel from a grenade and then forced into a car by the loyal royal guards. He has been in a daze ever since, half-asleep and half-awake.

When he woke up again, he thought he had fallen into enemy hands, but he saw familiar faces. Jingzhu from China. He had truly escaped from a desperate situation. Seeing friendly China faces made him no longer hesitate.

For centuries, white people have ravaged, plundered, and destroyed Africa, and to this day, China has never invaded Africa or harmed Black people. Over the past few decades, it has engaged in extremely fair cooperation with Africa and has gradually risen to become a powerful nation. On one side are old and new grievances combined, and on the other side is a powerful and friendly giant. The choice is obvious.

Small countries have no choice; they are not qualified to remain neutral.

Kowtowing and compromising are useless; why not choose a more friendly option? It can't get any worse, can it?

So upon meeting Kang Jinzhu, his first request was for the other party to contact people back in China on his behalf.

He believes that even if China hesitates to engage in covert confrontations and clashes with Fr*nce, and the West, it will make the right decision after hearing the inside information he provides.

However, there is a problem here.

His entire attention was focused on Kang Jinzhu, and he didn't notice Kang De beside him, thinking he was just a driver. It wasn't until Kang De spoke that he subconsciously looked over.

Then her eyes widened, and she screamed.

"Yay! I saw it! You flew onto a helicopter! Does China have one now!?"

The King of Comora was even having trouble speaking.

He had been escorted out by the King's Guard, and although injured, he had been driving smoothly and asleep. Then, during the ambush, he was jolted awake by the speeding car. In his dazed state, he saw a helicopter circling overhead in the distance. A guy outside the helicopter smashed the glass canopy and then...

He recognized Kang De's clothes; it must be him.

The vocabulary and grammar of these sentences are quite simple; at least Kang De could understand them.

"Tsk tsk." Kang De chuckled, but his eyes were a little cold. "Looks like we'll have to give him the Three Corpse Brain Spirit Pill."

Kang Jinzhu's expression turned serious. "China also has... What does that mean? What does it mean?"

"You don't know? None of you know? Then he is...?"

The king shook his head.

As he gradually regained consciousness, a glimmer of hope flashed in the eyes of the young king, who had studied in the West. Previously, he had only wanted to seek help from China as quickly as possible, but now...

"Jingzhu! Who is he? Your bodyguard? The mercenary who came to rescue you? I need his help! Help me! It's not too late! How much? I'll pay any amount!"

He loudly inquired of Kang Jinzhu, then looked at Kang De with eager eyes.

Kang Jinzhu's expression turned cold.

"Your Majesty, we will escort you to a safe place and then help you make contact with the Republic. As for your suggestion, I'm sorry, he is neither a mercenary nor a bodyguard; he is my son..."

"Son! That's wonderful! Isn't this even better?" the king exclaimed excitedly. "Since he's your son, then please, as his father, ask for a reward! I will reward you handsomely!"

"No, no, I won't allow it!"

Kang Jinzhu resolutely stated, "Your Majesty, no father would allow his child to directly confront one of the Five Constants for the sake of money. I do not want him to face any risks!"

Kang De asked, "So, what is he saying?"

Kang Jinzhu shook his head and said, "That's wishful thinking. Ignore it, just treat it like he's talking nonsense."

Suddenly, the king cried out to Kang De, "Help me! Help me!"

He spoke in Chinese, and although his tone was severely off, you could still tell.

Kang Jinzhu shouted, "Shut up! Or I'll make you shut up!"

Kang De patted his father's arm. "It's alright, let him talk, we'll listen. You said it yourself, he might know some things we don't."

Then he smiled at the other person and said, "Tell me, try to use Chinese."

"Okay, okay!"

A glimmer of hope appeared on the young king's face. He spoke in broken, strange Chinese: "Help me defeat Little Bob Buruo. He took something important from my country, from the tombs of my ancestors. He must go to Gambia to get another treasure, and then combine them. Stop him. The airport, the military airport west of Comora. He'll leave from there after he gets what he needs, and go to Gambia."

"That's also a transit point for their troops. They'll regroup there and launch a surprise attack on Gambia. They have a large amount of military supplies prepared and deployed there. If we can capture the airport and destroy those weapons and ammunition, we can..."

Before the words were even finished, the Humvee screeched to a halt with a sudden stop.

Kang De looked wide awake.

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