Let That Old Bastard See

Kang De caught up with a pickup truck and stomped on the anti-aircraft machine gunner in the back.

He swung his sword and slashed at the roof of the car, killing the driver.

Before they could rescue the three Asian men tied to the back seat, machine guns from other vehicles opened fire.

These machine gunners probably received prior orders, or perhaps they saw that their comrades inside the vehicle were dead, so they pulled the trigger without hesitation, and flames shot out as bullets pierced the air.

In an instant, Kang De stomped his foot, and the pickup truck immediately flipped backward. He activated time acceleration, grabbed the three Asian men, threw them to the ground, braced himself against the pickup truck with his backhand, used the chassis as a shield, and reinforced it with enchantment. Bullets rained down, hitting the vehicle and causing it to vibrate and move backward.

The three Myanmar men, with their hands and feet bound and their mouths gagged, stared at Kang De, struggling and thrashing about like salted fish released from the water. Kang De casually tore the nylon cable ties on their hands, and they pulled the cloth out of their mouths and began to untie the ropes binding their feet.

In the airport's electronic command center, several intelligence officers stood up, staring in astonishment at the images transmitted back to them on the screen. One of them asked blankly, "How did the car overturn? Did you see it clearly?"

Someone else shouted, "Where's the boss?! The convoy is already engaged in battle with the enemy!"

They glanced at it a few times, and one of them immediately turned and left to go find Little Bob.

Just then, the situation changed again.

"What the hell is this?!"

Exclamations erupted in the electronic room, as the live-transmitted images showed a large, bright yellow metal sphere suddenly flying up from behind the overturned pickup truck that had been repeatedly bombarded by the vehicle-mounted machine gun!

It was about half a person tall, and after landing, it rushed forward like a whirlwind.

This was captured on the elven battlefield. It wasn't the Centurion War Armor that could fight Horus, but a much smaller version— the Defender Automaton.

While lacking in strength, it is more agile and, considering the current situation of the hostages on the train, is much more useful than the Centurion... and is also easier to control.

The bright yellow bronze ball, its surface engraved with intricate patterns, emitted a clanging sound of mechanical transmission. Its three layers of metal rotated continuously like lotus petals, rushing forward with incredible agility and maneuverability. This strange thing was quite unexpected, but the archers all knew not to let it get close!

They simultaneously changed targets, abandoning the overturned pickup truck and firing wildly at the strange bronze sphere. However, compared to the stationary vehicle, this thing was simply too small and too fast!

Vehicle-mounted machine guns are all manually operated. With human physical abilities and reaction speed, it is impossible to aim at this nimble sphere that moves like a snake. Even if bullets hit it, they are all deflected by the protective spells that are constantly rotating and stirring up a whirlwind. In fact, after being hit by bullets, the sphere becomes even faster!

It absorbs kinetic energy and then accelerates itself!!

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

In an instant, the massive, rapidly advancing ball had closed in on most of the machine guns' blind spots. Given the convoy's formation, continuing to fire would only injure friendly forces. The machine gunners were all turning and yelling, "Spread out! Spread out even further! Spread out! I can't hit it anymore!"

The Defender Automaton have brazenly approached the second pickup truck.

The machine gunner let out meaningless shouts as he desperately pressed down on the heavy anti-aircraft machine gun, but it was too late to turn around. The target was right in front of him; he could even see the artistic patterns on its surface. The ancient, bright yellow design looked like an antique unearthed from somewhere—what on earth was this?!

He understood the next moment.

The upper part of the Defender Automaton opened like a lotus flower, and the bronze-yellow mechanical puppet body emerged from the sphere, stretching its body, rotating half of its body, unfolding its sword and shield, and accelerating forward with a chilling light!

"Merde!"

--This is a France swear word, similar to "shxt" and "fuck".

The machine gunner in the other vehicle watched helplessly as his comrade was decapitated by this bizarre contraption, his head flying off and blood spurting out. He yelled, "What the hell is that?!"

After swiftly Defender Automaton guards, he accelerated forward, running to the side of the pickup truck. Facing the driver's terrified and shocked eyes, he raised his longsword, thrust it through the window, and impaled the driver and passenger in the car. He then pulled it out, and blood gushed out of the vehicle, quickly obscuring a large portion of the glass.

Then it chased after another car.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

The machine gunner in the third pickup truck frantically pulled the trigger, even forgetting to let go. The machine gun roared, and the recoil kept vibrating. Faced with such an enemy and the threat of death, he became a new recruit again.

The captain's order came through the headset, "René! Kill the China in that car!"

"Go to hell! Go to hell! It's coming! It's coming!"

Death was imminent, and only a desperate fight remained. Who cared about orders? The shooter howled and fired wildly at the Defender Automaton, but the copper ball, which had reverted to its mobile form, easily dodged the bullets. The barrel was getting hot, and the ammunition was rapidly decreasing, but the shooter was oblivious, howling as he watched the copper ball hurtle towards him.

With a deafening roar, the pickup truck's bed was crushed, the vehicle spun around, and the wheels dragged across the ground with a piercing screeching sound. The captain's screams echoed in the ears of every gunman, "They're beyond saving! Shoot! Shoot!"

His teammate, whose legs were crushed and was still screaming, and his companions inside the vehicle, were also struggling desperately. Even for the most cold-blooded and ruthless mercenaries, shooting their comrades is not permitted.

They turned the machine gun, but hesitated.

The next moment, the wind howled fiercely in the sky.

A machine gunner felt something above him. Looking up, he saw a colossal creature swooping down from the sky, its wings flashing with blue light, its body, claws, and wing bones gleaming with golden light.

Before he could even let out a scream, the claws grabbed his head, pulled him up, and instantly crushed his skull, face, and neck, killing him instantly. His body was then thrown to the ground.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

The mercenaries who witnessed it all shouted out.

Even if it had been a Predator drone that had just smashed their teammate's head, grabbed him, and slammed him to the ground, the mercenaries wouldn't have been so terrified and shocked—a magical eagle radiating light. This was a world-shaking shock, doubling the fear it brought.

Death came from the sky. In their shock and fear, they instinctively raised their guns and fired wildly into the air, trying to shoot the thing down, hoping that the powerful firearms would give them courage.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the sky.

Unbeknownst to them, an unseen enemy had already descended aboard a giant eagle.

Kang De was already standing on top of the SUV, concealing himself with an invisibility cloak. He raised his hand and tossed palm-sized objects toward the three nearby vehicles. Then he crawled out from the machine gun emplacement and into the car. Inside the spacious SUV, there were two people in the driver's seat and three people in the back seat, carrying two bottles of Moutai and one bottle of Qingdao.

They were shouting loudly, seemingly discussing and asking something.

Their comrade, who had just been standing on the gun platform in front of them, was instantly taken away, and his body quickly fell to the ground nearby. All of this happened right before their eyes, and they were the most bewildered.

A calm and composed Myanmar man was sandwiched between the two men, remaining silent.

Kang De revealed his true form, and the three were clearly taken aback. Before they could react, Kang De had already charged forward like a cheetah, grabbed one of them by the neck and pinned him to the back seat, punching him in the neck.

Three punches in quick succession, a crisp cracking sound, and he was instantly killed.

Another person next to him had already drawn a dagger and was about to stab when Kang De grabbed his wrist with his left hand. With a pull, a twist, and a push, the man's face was pressed against the car window amidst the cracking sound.

He grabbed the man's head with his right hand and slammed it against the car window. The glass shattered, and the mercenary's head was pushed out the window. In his dazed state, the hand that was holding his hair tightened again, pulling him to the side. Sharp shards of broken glass rolled across the France's throat.

With a forceful twist, pull, and twist of his left hand, combining his Extraction supernatural abilities, the man's entire left arm, along with the dagger, was ripped off, dripping with blood. The passenger in the front seat turned around and raised his gun. Kang De grabbed the man's arm, lifted it, and swung it down, striking his wrist and knocking the gun away. Then, he thrust forward, and the shattered limbs and broken bones struck the passenger in the face, even shattering his teeth and stuffing them into his mouth.

With a bang, the man was knocked backward, hitting the windshield. His eyes rolled back, his body convulsed, and he was clearly going to die.

In a flash, Kang De had already taken the dagger from his left hand and stabbed at the driver.

At the same time, the driver slammed on the brakes.

The car suddenly slowed down and came to a stop. He and Kang De leaned forward at the same time. The dagger veered off course and pierced the headrest of the driver's seat, with a small portion of the blade protruding. The driver, who was leaning forward, narrowly avoided it.

The driver was also very experienced; he had already unbuckled his seatbelt when he braked, then pushed open the car door and jumped out—he already knew that a terrible enemy had entered the car.

But this formidable enemy reacted even faster than him.

Kang De punched the chair.

With a deafening roar, power was transmitted, mental energy was channeled, and the key components that had shattered Extraction.

The next moment, the airbag pushed open the steering wheel cover and suddenly deployed. The airbag, which had fully inflated in an instant, slammed the driver, who was trying to escape, into place. The powerfully expanding gas pushed his body against the seat, attempting to create a safe and fixed impact-resistant position. However, the carefully planned shot had become a death warrant.

The driver's head was pushed and slammed against the headrest of the seat.

The sharp point of the dagger protruded directly from the center.

The blade pierced through the brainstem, and a glint of cold light could be seen in the slightly open mouth.

Kang De drew his dagger, flicked away the blood, and slashed open the Myanmar man's nylon clasp. "You know who I am, don't you?"

The Myanmar man was the leader of this mercenary group. His eyes were grave, the shock and fear still lingering in them. "... Kang De! You are Kang Jinzhu's son."

A glint of light flashed in his eyes as he pleaded, "Save my people! They..."

Kang De handed him the dagger. "That's why I've come. Defend yourself."

Under the leader's shocked gaze, his figure transformed into a streak of black light and vanished into thin air.

The Himo's Eagle and the Defender Automaton, two alchemical creations, one in the sky and one on the ground, attract the enemy's attention and firepower, but the real crisis lies in an inconspicuous place.

Another SUV, which was speeding along, suddenly slowed down, tilted to the right, and a muffled thud came from under the vehicle. The driver shouted, "Tire blowout! Right front tire! Why now!"

What he didn't know was that it wasn't a bullet that caused the tire to burst.

On the rapidly deflated but still spinning wheel, a palm-sized, beetle-like insect retracted its sharp mouthparts, pushed off with its mechanical legs, jumped onto the vehicle, and crawled to the vicinity of the window.

The tiny, delicate metal mouthpiece was nailed to the glass, and the miniature Blazing Flame magic stone inside began to work.

This Alchemical Scarab has multiple functions, including infiltration, reconnaissance, combat, and destruction.

Thermal energy is gathering.

"Look to the right! What's that on the car window?! Look!"

The driver glanced over instinctively and saw the increasingly distinct fiery red color, then screamed.

The passenger turned around, and the glass had already been scalded open by the intense heat. The metal beetle leaped up, and the molten, scalding glass slammed into the passenger's face!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The man writhed, struggled, and howled. The seatbelt restricted his movements, and his body could only twist and turn. The beetle tore open his throat with ease, and blood gushed out.

Then, amidst the driver's desperate screams, it pounced on another person's face, burrowed into his mouth, and frantically crawled and tore along his throat, forcing him to release the steering wheel, his throat helpless, struggling in agony.

Another car started wobbling and crashing erratically.

The convoy was in chaos. The Defender Automaton rolled and turned, approaching from another tricky blind spot. They switched to combat mode, raised their crossbows, and shot an arrow through the machine gunner's head. Then, they closed in, exerted force, and suddenly flipped the SUV over. The longsword then slashed down towards the driver's seat.

Immediately afterward, Kang De drew his sword, his Dou Qi Inspiration, and with a flash of light, sliced the third SUV in half, separating the front and rear of the vehicle. He then conjured a fireball in his left hand, blasting the two people in the driver's seat who were still rushing forward to their deaths.

At this point, all the vehicles that had been firing wildly and interfering had been destroyed.

However, two SUVs that hadn't participated in the battle and were the fastest were speeding towards Moyani. After a brief but thrilling chase, they were now on the outskirts of the Comora capital.

Just as Kang De was about to give chase, the mercenary leader's call rang out from behind. The leader, disregarding his own safety, ran back and forth, checking the situation inside the vehicles. After counting them, he shouted at Kang De.

"No need to chase!"

He strode over, panting. "That's Little Bob's territory. It could be dangerous. Apart from the two who were killed, all my men are here. Those two were just civilians passing by, United Kingdom, journalists. They have nothing to do with you. The United Kingdom government will handle it..."

"Those France aren't exactly law-abiding," Kang De paused for a moment, then said, "Take your men and find somewhere to hide..."

He turned to continue the pursuit, but the Myanmar man shouted from behind, "Do you know them?"

"I don't know him," Kang De answered the other person's question, or perhaps he was just talking to himself, "Even if you don't know him, you still have to save him; that's why you should save him—let that old babbler who's always complaining see what he's got!"

Meanwhile, a dozen kilometers away, Humvee was heading towards Moyani.

"Kang De must have gone this way!"

Kang Jinzhu gritted his teeth, but stepped on the gas and sped away.

"That little brat!"

The Humvee was clearly being remotely controlled. No matter how much he shouted, it wouldn't listen and just drove around erratically. Later, when his son got angry, Kang Jinzhu realized something was wrong and forcibly jumped into the driver's seat to take over. There were no more instances of the car being unmanned, and it drove very smoothly.

He was heading back to Moyani, the capital of Comora, when he heard Kang De mention earlier that the convoy was turning around and he was going to stop his son there... Kang De's current state was very strange.

Airport.

Gunshots rang out in the second-floor lounge. A bloodied corpse lay in front of the door. The bodyguards rushed over at the sound, only to find their boss, Little Bob, holding a gun and carrying a box, stomping on the wound on the intelligence officer's face, drawing blood and grinding flesh, his face contorted with madness.

"Why did you barge in? Why did you disturb me? Do you also have designs on it?"

The scene was so bizarre and bloody that even the mercenaries, who were used to seeing carnage, felt a chill run down their spines. But given Little Bob's established reputation and the current situation, no one dared to offer any advice.

Just then, my phone rang.

Little Bob answered the phone and immediately broke into an even more twisted smile.

"Thomas... he's arrived? Good, good, let's begin!"

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PS1: 4500 words... My sleep schedule is absolutely terrible and in a state of chaos. One update today, double updates starting tomorrow with a reward. Goodnight.