Father and King

"Jingzhu! Jingzhu!"

Inside the speeding Humvee, the king clutched his lower abdomen, leaned forward, grabbed the driver's seat, and called out Kang Jinzhu's name in broken Chinese.

He yelled, "Shouldn't we just stay put and wait for your son?! No offense intended, but many United States blockbusters have taught me that a supporting character without any fighting ability who rushes in will only hinder and cause trouble!"

As Kang Jinzhu looked at the road and then down at the map to confirm his location, the car jolted. A glint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes through his glasses. "You say that only because that's not your son!"

"Hey! Dude! That's not how it's said!"

Chakat II's tone unconsciously picked up a rap accent as he exclaimed, "That's your son, and that's why you can't cause him trouble at this time!"

"If this were an ordinary Humvee, I certainly wouldn't do this, but this vehicle can take on a small armed convoy by itself and blow up your house. I think it's more than enough to protect us. Otherwise, even if I had control of the steering wheel, I wouldn't be able to operate this vehicle!"

At this point, Kang Jinzhu raised his left hand and slammed his fist on the car window. "If you agree, honk the horn!"

The next moment, the Humvee's horn blared.

Chakat II's eyes widened. "Wow! Unbelievable! This is amazing! Who...?"

He blinked, seemingly only then noticing the word Kang Jinzhu had used earlier, and stammered, "Wait, you Jingzhu, which place did this vehicle blow up?"

Your house is half collapsed.

Kang Jinzhu succinctly added, "His family's ancestral graves probably have a portion of them too!"

The next moment, the Humvee honked its horn again.

Wow!

Chakat II exclaimed in surprise again.

Logically speaking, since his Greater Comora was gone, his ancestral graves and palace didn't matter anymore. His eyes widened in disbelief, and the king exclaimed, "How did you do that! Is this artificial intelligence?! Jingzhu! Has China's self-driving technology and artificial intelligence reached this level?!"

"How is that possible?" Kang Jinzhu scoffed. "Humanity is still a long way from strong artificial intelligence; it's most likely that someone is remotely controlling it!"

The king had studied in the West and possessed basic scientific knowledge. "So far away? How can you control it remotely?"

"I don't know! But it's not surprising. That brat was able to travel all the way from China to find me in just two or three days, and he could pull out so many weapons and ammunition. He's probably joined some strange organization! It's not surprising that he has a high-tech support teammate providing remote assistance!"

After saying that, Papa Kang slammed his fist on the steering wheel and roared, "Li Shaoyuan! It better not be you!"

The Humvee honked its horn a few more times, this time weaker and sounding rather aggrieved.

They sped along, taking shortcuts towards Moyani, the capital of Comora, traversing hills and leaping over deserts. Horus's powerful off-road capabilities ignored all terrain obstacles. After a few tens of minutes of silent and urgent march, the city skyline of Moyani was already in sight.

On a high hill, the Humvee stopped on its own. From here, Moyani and the surrounding area could be seen in their entirety. Kang Jinzhu pursed his lips and said nothing. Although he was worried about his son, he would not recklessly rush into the enemy's headquarters.

He picked up his binoculars and looked towards the city, searching for Kang De's whereabouts.

Chakat II gazed at his homeland, the land he once ruled, and a sense of melancholy crept into his expression.

The king squinted, trying to find his home, which had been half destroyed by the bomb, but he could only vaguely see its outline, though smoke was rising from it. Clearly, what the Jingzhu had said was true, and his heart sank even deeper into sorrow.

He sighed, but the optimistic spirit inherent in Black people quickly cheered him up.

It's just a palace, as long as no one dies, that's fine. This time, we'll find a way to get help from Jinzhu Kang's Superman son to reclaim the throne, then kick the France aside and fully embrace the East.

Given the China people's consistent generosity, the Comora didn't need to pay for the repairs of the palace—in the first place, since the palace was destroyed by Captain China, it was naturally the China S.H.I.E.L.D.. that had to pay for the repairs.

Thinking about it this way makes me feel much better.

He was also calculating how much benefit he could gain by completely aligning himself with China.

Comora previously relied on international aid to survive, but its break with France is essentially a gesture of defiance towards the Western world, making it unlikely that aid will be so easily obtained.

He still has to go out and find money. After all, it's an agricultural country with underdeveloped transportation, a growing population, scarce resources, poor education, a trade deficit, backward infrastructure, and is tightly controlled by its neighboring countries. Illegal immigration is rampant, and the population's overall quality is low. These predicaments are the worst microcosm of Africa's current situation, and there is no hope of improvement in the short term. And he is the ruler of this country.

The compensation for the victims will be paid from the royal account; there's not much left anyway.

After this is over, we should be able to contact China and obtain emergency aid funds. We can use these funds to order a batch of daily necessities from China companies to stabilize the domestic order. This war will severely damage international aid and investment confidence, and the lives of many people will be disrupted, with production likely to come to a standstill.

There were also facilities damaged in the war, and sites looted and destroyed by the Gambia...

As he pondered this deeply, he casually asked, "Well? Did you see it?"

Kang Jinzhu was searching carefully, but finding everything bit by bit was no easy task. He said, "Still..."

The next moment, the Humvee's engine roared, and the top weapon station clanged as it was cocked and ready to fire.

Before Kang Jinzhu finished speaking, the sky above Moyani exploded with snow-white dandelion blossoms, smoke burst open, and countless white lines sprinkled down to the ground, splashing up the starlight of the day.

Then, explosions occurred in various parts of the city.

An orange-red fireball shot into the sky, Flame flying in all directions.

One after another.

Kang Jinzhu murmured, "This is..."

White phosphorus bombs are banned as prohibited weapons by major powers due to their ease of production, disgusting effects, weak power, and use against civilians. However, they are still used by some countries as "smoke bombs" and are commonly found in war zones for deterrence, retaliation, and intimidation.

As for the weapon that detonates on flat ground and unleashes a wave of Flame, it's probably napalm—no, it should be the Mark 77, a United States product. The United States of America destroyed all its napalm stockpiles decades ago and would never use such an inhumane and cruel weapon again. Although the incendiary weapons used in the Iraq War and other battlefields are almost identical to napalm in effect, they are not napalm because they are fundamentally different in composition. Those are called Mark 77.

In short, in an instant, Moyani burst into Flame.

Kang Jinzhu's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly shouted, "I think I see them!"

Before he could finish speaking, Papa Kang Chakat II was grabbed by the collar. His eyes were bloodshot as he hissed, "Your son dropped white phosphorus bombs on Moyani?"

Kang Jinzhu was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage. "Bullshit!"

The king stared blankly at the spreading fire, his expression turning frantic. "Drive! Go over there and rescue them!"

Kang Jinzhu picked up his binoculars to take a closer look, but found that the two speeding vehicles were already obscured by smoke and Flame. In his haste, he couldn't see the situation clearly. Before he could look again, the king's hand had already grabbed his neck.

Just as Kang Jinzhu was about to struggle, the carriage shook violently, and a mechanical hand appeared out of nowhere, grabbed the king's hand, twisted and pushed him backward.

A gun barrel, hanging from the roof of the vehicle, was pointed menacingly at Chakat II.

Kang Jinzhu shouted, "Don't fire!"

The king froze for a few seconds without saying a word, then reached for the carriage door. The movement aggravated his abdominal injury, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Kang Jinzhu frowned and asked, "What are you going to do?"

The king said coldly, "Go and save them!"

"You're still injured!" Kang Jinzhu shouted. "It's dangerous there!"

Chakat suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing like lightning, and met Kang Jinzhu's gaze. "Then why did you come?"

The two men looked at each other, and after a moment, the king said, "I have no son, but I have my people. I fled before to prevent the war from spreading to the homes of my innocent subjects, but now, the king must return!"

Unable to open the car door, he rammed it with his shoulder, yelling, "Open the door! Open the door!"

Kang Jinzhu's gaze shifted, his expression uncertain, his emotions turbulent. Suddenly, he slammed his fist on the steering wheel and shouted, "Drive! To Moyani!"

The Humvee didn't move an inch.

Kang Jinzhu felt like an idiot. He couldn't find the camera, but he knew that someone could hear what he was saying, and that person would decide what would happen next.

He shouted, "That's a trap! The shells and bombs weren't aimed at Kang De! They exploded throughout the entire city! Little Bob has no reason to launch such an attack on innocent civilians. This is completely contrary to the principles of mercenary conduct and will cause a tsunami in the international community. He'll be at the Hague International Court!"

"There's no benefit to doing this, and it will cause a lot of trouble—unless he wants to pin the blame on Kang De! We need to think of something! Kang De's gone crazy!"

There was still no sign of Humvee.

"I have a way to handle this! But hurry! I won't get out of the car! I absolutely will not get out! You protect us! Take us to the embassy! Quickly!"

Kang Jinzhu's voice even carried a hint of pleading. "This is for Kang De! I'm begging you! He's already stuck in a rut! This kind of thing makes things even more complicated! If we wait any longer, it will be too late!"

Finally, the engine roared again, the two men leaned back violently, and the chariot roared down the hill, charging toward the now- Flame Moyani.

The two men inside the car looked solemn, their lips pressed tightly together. Moyani had become a battlefield, and these two men, who were almost incapable of fighting, had stepped into this dangerous situation because the people they cherished were there.

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PS1: First update, 3000 words... Second update will be a little later.