Airship bro, a batch of American equipment just arrived on my end

With a sudden stop, the Humvee came to a halt.

Kang De's eyes widened as well.

There is no better son than a father.

In fact, even the King of Comora, who was grasping at straws everywhere, could see that the young man was already very interested, but the king had not yet figured out what Kang De was interested in.

Moreover, as Kang De's father, Kang Jinzhu, he basically knew exactly what kind of shit his son was going to poop the moment Kang De bent over.

He was both shocked and furious, and shouted at his son, "What do you think you're doing?"

--Of course, it's to receive the guns and cannons that the France devils helped me build.

Kang De said seriously, "No, what else could I do? I just heard that the Fr*nce had stockpiled a large amount of supplies at the western airport in Comora in advance and made logistical preparations. It was obviously premeditated to take over the entire territory of Gambia as quickly as possible and occupy it. The thought that the despicable Westerners could be so shameless makes me, as a China, feel indignant and shocked."

Kang Jinzhu retorted angrily, "You're talking nonsense! Your smile hasn't stopped for a moment!"

Kang De showed no sign of guilt. "I'm laughing at the stupidity of the Fr*nce Congress and the lack of wisdom in their cabinet. Imperialism's evil schemes against our Africa brothers will surely suffer a heavy blow, and the Third World countries will unite to achieve final victory over the imperialist powers!"

Kang Jinzhu grabbed his arm and shouted, "Stop talking about that, let's get going! We're going to Djibouti! Hurry! Let's go now! Or I'll call your mom!"

King Comora was momentarily confused as to what had gotten into Kang De, but Kang Jinzhu could clearly guess that this audacious and rebellious son intended to cause a ruckus and loot the airport.

This is rather hard to understand. After all, weapons and cannons are not like gold and jewels, nor are they like women. Why would his son want to steal these things? Kang Jinzhu didn't quite understand.

It can only be attributed to a revolutionary sentiment of "the enemy made guns and cannons for us when we had none." This bastard gained superpowers, so he became audacious and reckless, and his actions and thoughts were beyond the expectations of ordinary people, which is not surprising.

There's no way around it; through old movies, folk songs, and legends, the romantic sentiment of picking up packages by oneself is etched into the souls of generations of China people—it's been almost sixty or seventy years since we last made a fortune off foreign devils.

But it still didn't work.

Are you crazy? Why would you steal these things? Do you think France property is so easy to take?

Kang Jinzhu, of course, resolutely refused.

Kang De outwardly smiled and applauded his father, but inwardly he was deep in thought and undecided.

If we didn't know, that would be one thing, but now that we know the France secretly stockpiled a lot of supplies here, there's no other explanation for these weapons and ammunition except that they belong to the Kang family.

The war against Goth is not yet over. Twilight Moon has countless elite troops and generals. Even if they break through layers of blockades, the expeditionary force and even the council's strongest lineup will surely gather under the walls of Danfeng Lucerne. They are confident that they can stop Kang De from launching high-altitude weapons and even hunt him down under the city walls.

In such a critical moment, you can never have too many weapons and equipment.

In fact, he had already decided that if the munitions sent by Kirov were not enough, he would raid the Fr*nce military base near Comora —although such an act would be almost tantamount to a declaration of war, the situation was urgent and he could not worry about anything else.

Unexpectedly, saving the King of Comora brought about an unexpected gain.

France clearly has a military base in Comora, yet the supplies it transported were stored at Comora's local airport. This roundabout approach is likely due to some kind of deal reached with the Little Bob. After all, the excavation of the relics of both countries is no small matter and must be kept secret from the other four permanent members of the Security Council. Many things still need to be done by the Little Bob, the "black glove," and France, Fr*nce cannot be too obvious or hasty.

--That would benefit Kang De.

Stealing things that nominally belong to the Buruo Family company is better than going directly to a France military base to kill and burn people; the latter, if discovered, is no laughing matter.

He quickly went through the whole thing from beginning to end and felt more and more that it was imperative, but his father insisted on not allowing it, which made him feel that it was a bit difficult.

His father forbade him to do it out of concern for his family. No father wants to see his son commit murder and take risks, especially when it involves provoking Gallic Rooster's comb. This is fatherly love, a natural human emotion. Kang De would only feel touched and happy, not annoyed or angry.

After all, his father had no idea why he insisted on obtaining a large amount of weaponry.

But... do I need to explain?

Of course not.

There's nothing wrong with telling my parents about the secrets of time travel and even the secrets of the White Mist World. They are wise and cautious people who love me deeply. If I can't even tell my parents these secrets, then the three of us as father, mother, and son can only be described as failures.

But even when being frank, there needs to be a strategy.

I can't say, at least not now.

He had already realized that his father was extremely unwilling to see him kill.

Should I tell the old man that these mercenaries he casually killed were nothing, and that he, Kang De, goes to another world every now and then to wipe out at least 10,000 or 20,000 humans or elves in one go, and that in a while, there are at least 100,000 elven troops waiting for him to drop a bomb on them?

You see, Dad was still reeling from the shock, filled with worry and disbelief. If he suddenly heard such a huge amount of information, how terrified would he be?

Although the experiences and war of the past few months had made Kang De extremely decisive, after reuniting with his family, he inevitably hesitated and pondered, not wanting to cause his father too much worry.

This is a very difficult situation.

Kang Jinzhu was adamant. "Let the government come! Go to Djibouti and let him talk to the government!"

The Black King, after hearing the gist of the story and guessing along the way, roughly understood what it meant and exclaimed urgently, "No! It's too late! Even if China intervenes, Little Bob and the France have already gotten what they wanted!"

Kang Jinzhu stubbornly replied, "If we got it, we got it. The country will protect us. We don't need my son! He's not a soldier; he's just a student, or even just a child!"

Seeing his father stuck in a rut, Kang De sighed and tried to soothe him, "Dad, calm down. We need to figure things out first. What are the benefits? What will happen if Little Bob gets them?"

"Let him do whatever he wants!"

Kang Jinzhu shouted, "Even if he becomes Superman, our country, along with Britain, the US, and Russia, will deal with him! It's none of your business! You don't need to play the hero and show off! Don't think that just because you have superpowers you have a responsibility to protect the world! The world has survived for thousands of years without you! Come home with me obediently!"

Kang De raised an eyebrow and said, "How can it not concern me? What if that Little Bob really benefits from it, gains some skills, holds a grudge, and comes after you and Mom? I have to take precautions!"

Kang Jinzhu grew increasingly furious, truly regretting letting Kang De meddle in this mess. He couldn't hold back any longer and shouted, "Is this what you call taking precautions? You just want revenge and torment him!"

Kang De's expression changed.

Little Bob is doomed; even France can't save him. Because of this white pig, he's been engaged in extreme killing on both sides, and has long accumulated boundless rage and murderous intent. Besides, his father almost died at the hands of this bastard; even being torn to pieces wouldn't be enough to quell his hatred.

But was this ultimately to vent his own anger, or to avenge his father?

There seems to be no difference; even mixed together, it's hard to say which is more important, but...

This foolish thing shouldn't have been exposed by my father.

For a moment, whether out of guilt or anger, Kang De roared, "What's wrong with taking revenge on him? You were almost killed by him, even if I skinned him alive, it wouldn't be enough! I'll not only kill him, I'll tear his father apart alive! And then I'll chop his son up! He almost made me lose my father, almost made you never see me again, so I'll make him taste the bitterness of a dead father and a dead son!"

Kang Jinzhu was trembling all over.

He had no liking for Little Bob and believed that the bastard deserved to be punished, whether it was imprisonment, the death penalty, being shot, or even being captured and tortured to death. He had no mercy for this war hyena, nor was he a pedantic person who repays evil with good.

But as a father, he simply didn't want his son to be the one to be executed.

"Fine, you won't even spare his family!" he roared. "If you're so powerful, why don't you exterminate his entire clan?"

Kang De's voice was even louder than his. "Sure! I'll go to France for a month when I have some free time!"

This argument was less a chance occurrence than the culmination of long-standing, latent conflicts. Kang De's experiences in another world had drastically altered his worldview, making his approach to life inherently incompatible with the values of his law-abiding, ordinary citizen father on Earth. The argument was almost inevitable.

The two exchanged shouts for two rounds, both huffing and puffing, then simply glared at each other without saying another word.

This is probably the pattern of arguments between fathers and sons.

The son has grown up, but the father refuses to admit he's getting old. Neither is willing to back down, neither is willing to open up and tell the truth, because men cannot have tears in conversations.

It must be said that the King of Comora has no sense of propriety.

Perhaps accustomed to being in a superior position, given his upbringing, he developed a habit of feeling anxious upon seeing the father and son arguing. Seeing them locked in a standoff, he leaned forward and said to Kang De, "Never mind your father, let's talk! Let's talk!"

In his eyes, this matter depended on Kang De, not on Jinzhu Kang.

Kang De was incredibly annoyed and had no desire to listen to his incessant chatter. He spread his fingers, pushed him back into his seat, and cursed, "I'll pinch your black bird beak!"

Chakat II had only been beaten by the France two days ago; he had never suffered such humiliation before.

He glared, ready to lash out in anger, but then he saw Kang De's sinister gaze fixed on him. He immediately tensed up, his body stiffening with tension, and a sharp pain shot through his wound, causing him to cry out and clutch his stomach.

Kang Jinzhu merely glanced at it and remained silent. He was now filled with deep regret, realizing he shouldn't have revealed his intention to have his son save the king.

The father and son sat facing each other, locked in a stalemate.

A moment later, the satellite phone suddenly started vibrating.

The two exchanged a glance. Kang De casually picked up the phone, glanced at the number—it was Kirov calling—and thought for a moment before answering, "Hello?"

"Comrade! It's great to hear your voice! You are a true warrior!" The Russian's voice, tinged with suppressed excitement, rang out, followed by a question, "Um... is it inconvenient to take the call?"

Kang De casually replied, "It's nothing, is there a problem?"

Kirov, being a shrewd individual, immediately discerned Kang De's emotions over the phone. His tone quickly returned to normal, adopting the professional air of an arms dealer—reliable and expert. "Three things, my friend. First, if I may ask, your takeout order has been loaded. Does it still need to be shipped?"

Kang De nodded and said, "Of course. If you can get it done within two hours, I'll request an expedited order."

Kirov remained silent for a moment, then casually asked, "What are the specific requirements?"

Kang De said, "It's like this, Brother Airship, I just received a batch of American equipment, but we're short on ammunition. It's an M61A1 Vulcan 20mm rotary cannon. Could you keep an eye on it and prepare some?"

Kirov clearly didn't understand the joke, but anything that made money was good. Upon hearing the weapon model, he happily said, "Understood, 20mm caliber, imported from Ukraine. We have the M50 standard series on the shelves. Considering your consistent needs, I recommend the M53 armor-piercing incendiary rounds and the M56 high-explosive incendiary rounds, as well as the long-range PGU electrically activated artillery shells..."

"Okay, it's all yours. As usual, bring everything you can collect. You can unload some of the 12.7mm ammunition if you wish. Don't worry, I'll still pay for that."

The AH-1G Cobra helicopter could only carry a few hundred rounds of ammunition, but Kang De had previously looted the royal tomb camp, where there were helicopter platforms, as well as spare fuel and ammunition, which should be enough to keep it going. However, the quantity was still insufficient to support high-intensity continuous battles... Of course, the more the better.

If ammunition is plentiful, the 20mm six-barreled Vulcan can certainly replace the M2HB heavy machine gun, but given the current situation, it is better to use both in combination.

After agreeing on these matters, they confirmed the delivery location and method, and agreed that the transport plane would airdrop the goods at a location in a northern country outside of Comora. If the plane crashed or exploded, Kang De would be held responsible. It was precisely because of this agreement that Kirov agreed to this urgent order.

Kang De then asked, "What are two more things?"

Kirov replied, "It's both congratulations and an invitation. After you finish your work, would you be interested in visiting Eastern Europe again? You left in a hurry last time; I think we can deepen our friendship."

Kang De smiled upon hearing this, "Oh, Kirov, I had the same thought. We could indeed deepen our cooperation, and perhaps there will be opportunities to do business in the future, even bigger opportunities... However..."

His expression suddenly changed slightly, and he straightened up. He had been too agitated during his earlier argument with his father and hadn't noticed the problem in Kirov's words. But now, hearing his second point, he realized something was amiss. "Wait, why did you ask me if I needed to continue shipping?"

"Actually, this is the third thing I wanted to say," Kirov sighed. "You've rescued your father, haven't you?"

Kang De's expression turned serious. "How did you know?"

"Online, or more precisely, on Twitter, Dimitri stumbled upon a Twitter while using his phone that had been retweeted by his friends. His brothers and friends, who possessed special skills, were intensely debating whether it was real. It was Twitter posted by a photographer from the United Kingdom, who had filmed a video of what looked like an action movie unfolding on the streets of Comora..."

Kirov said helplessly, "You know, we were all shocked when we saw it."

Grass.

Kang De immediately understood what was going on. He picked up his phone and contacted the mercenary leader. "Hey, you'd better check that United Kingdom's phone. You don't want another Twitter like 'I'm hanging out with handsome mercenaries from the East,' do you?"

After sending the message, he tapped the steering wheel, Humvee began to turn and move forward.

Kang Jinzhu patiently listened to Kang De's phone call, which was clearly not a good one. This brat was actually buying weapons! He was furious, but he still had some sense left and knew he couldn't continue arguing with Kang De, otherwise it would be pointless... But now he felt strange.

He asked, "What's wrong?"

Kang De replied, "That United Kingdom has become Trump- like; he posted those three videos on Twitter."

Kang Jinzhu's expression also changed, and he cursed under his breath.

Kang De then spoke to the Russian: "Hey, Kirov? Okay, no problem, I understand, thanks for reminding me, it's nothing serious -- by the way, just wondering, can Twitter delete posts or ban accounts?"

"I'm afraid that won't work, my friend."

Kirov stated seriously, "Twitter, as a United States internet company, is committed to providing neutral, objective, and fair services to the world. It will not succumb to government coercion or interference from external forces. It respects the freedom of speech of every user and will not interfere with or ban user accounts... unless you support China or Russia."

Amidst laughter and cheerful conversation, the two ended their call.

Kang De tossed the satellite phone aside and picked up his cell phone. "Why isn't this guy replying?"

After opening the voice call, it took a good twenty seconds before the call was answered. The mercenary leader's slightly disheveled voice came through. "We're under attack! The enemy has found us!"

Kang De's expression changed slightly.

The Humvee accelerated, and Kang De's voice was calm and composed. "If the enemy's firepower is too fierce and you cannot resist, I suggest you surrender and I will rescue you. If you think you can fight, then run away first, send your location, and we will arrive soon. Finally, I suggest you crush and throw away those two United Kingdom's cell phones."

"Understood... They don't seem to want to kill us all," the mercenary leader said. "Unless a more powerful entity appears, we can hold them off for a while."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

After experiencing a few battles on Earth, Kang De roughly understood the patterns of modern warfare, at least the patterns of small-scale light weapons combat in modern warfare.

The kind of intense firefights depicted in movies, where two groups of people engage in combat at a distance of tens of meters or even a dozen meters, is generally unrealistic. Everyone only has one life; they're not tired of living, so why get so close? Wouldn't it be better to keep a distance and splash water on each other?

Throughout history, one thing has remained unchanged in war: the process of war is tedious, boring, and tedious, and only the decisive moment becomes a battle of epic proportions.

So there's no need to worry about these mercenaries being killed immediately for now.

If the France have howitzers and missiles... then there's even less to worry about.

After ending the call, Kang De shrugged at his father. "Not going to save him?"

Kang Jinzhu gritted his teeth and said, "I won't save him!"

Kang De rolled his eyes. "Forget it, if you don't save them and they die, you'll be miserable for the rest of your life."

Papa Kang said coldly, "It's much better to suffer for them your whole life than to suffer for you."

"Alright, Dad, really, I'm serious, I'm fine."

Kang De sighed, "I don't find pleasure in killing, there's no experience gained from killing, killing is merely a means, not an end, and I won't become a madman because of killing too many people..."

Kang Jinzhu stared at him for a long time before finally relenting. "... Use a gun, from a distance."

"Um?"

"Stop tearing those foreign devils apart with your bare hands!"

"... Okay, I promise you, alright? I also promise you I'll try my best to solve the problem with this car, instead of doing it myself. Are you satisfied now?"

And so, while arguing with her father, she went to meet the group of mercenaries from Northern Myanmar. The Humvee sped up, turned around, and headed in the direction the group had retreated. It took about twenty minutes. Along the way, her father also took on the role of her mother, nagging and nagging and nagging and nagging.

"How about we find a mountain nearby, dig a cave, and put you all inside for now?"

You dare!

"I..."

At that moment, Kang De's expression became very subtle, even wooden.

"... Of course I dare."

Last night, and now, more than ten hours later, the signal generator is flashing again.

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PS1: 5,700 words, almost 6,000, so this counts as two chapters combined. Time to go to bed early.

PS2: And I checked, and it seems like I've almost finished paying off the bounties. Including the ones I didn't finish paying off last month, I've written almost 180,000 words so far... It feels pretty good. I'll continue to update twice a day for the remaining days of this month, 6,000 words each time. I'll do a final tally at the end of the month and start again next month.