Deception

"What are you doing! Damn it! You've messed things up! Merde! You bastard! Answer my question! I only told you to throw two mortars at the France embassy! I didn't tell you to destroy the city with white phosphorus bombs!"

Such a roar came from the phone.

There were also sounds of heavy breathing.

Big Bob's voice had never sounded so harsh and furious.

Under normal circumstances, even if he were already married and had taken over his father's business, Little Bob would probably immediately apologize, admit his mistakes, and panic if he heard his father so angry.

But now he can't.

Carrying a suitcase, Little Bob held his phone in his other hand, listening to his father's roar, a twisted smile appearing on his lips. He stared at the live feed in the electronics room; part of it was disconnected, while the other part was a fixed image of vehicles smashed to pieces.

Another portion captured images of eagles soaring in the skies above Moyani.

In the previously transmitted video, he saw a huge, rolling, and crashing bronze ball.

They look so alike.

The texture, the color, the luster.

The expression on his face gradually distorted, stiffened, and even became eerie.

"Father."

Little Bob's voice sounded very strange.

In his rage, Big Bob failed to notice these subtle changes. Breathing heavily, he said coldly, "I'll fly to Seligal immediately, then to Gambia, and settle accounts with you, you bastard. Now, make amends for your mistake and pin this on that China man! Has the video been recorded? Send it to me immediately; I'll hand it over to the government and negotiate a good price with them. You..."

"--No."

These words came out of Little Bob's mouth.

"What... what did you say?"

I said, no.

Little Bob stared intently at the eagle, then at its fleeting silhouette in the sky. A strange light flickered in his eyes as he murmured, "No, it said no."

"We can't do that, we can't ruin him, we have to wait for him, wait for him to come..."

"He is... a container..."

"Perfect..."

Big Bob's furious voice rang out. "What did you say? What's wrong with you?"

The call was disconnected, and the phone was tossed aside.

Little Bob was oblivious to everything else; he just stared intently at the screen, motionless.

Everyone in the electronics room did the same thing as him.

Like a puppet on a string.

About ten minutes later, chaotic footsteps sounded outside. The door was kicked open, and several mercenaries rushed in, rifles at the ready. They pointed at everyone in the room and shouted, "Hands behind your heads! Get down! Get down! All of you get down! Let us see your hands! Little Bob Buruo! By your father's orders, you are stripped of your battlefield command! I am ordered to detain you! Then escort you to Gambia! You..."

Little Bob slowly turned around.

The mercenary was startled, raised his gun, and softened his tone. "Boss, you've crossed the line. Even war hyenas wouldn't lay a hand on civilians... Stop resisting."

A strange smile appeared on Little Bob's pale face.

With a gentle flick of his wrist, the box in his hand opened with a click, the lid popped off, and something rolled out of the box with a soft gurgling sound, rolling past everyone's feet.

Given the discipline of these soldiers, they should have yelled "Grenade!" and rushed out of the room.

But they didn't.

The rolling sound drew everyone's attention, making them look down.

A golden sphere rolled across the ground, leaving a trail of light in its wake.

Immediately, light filled the entire room.

Moyani, the capital of Comora.

Embassy of the People's Republic of China in Comora.

On the third floor, in the communications room guarded by armed police, Kang Jinzhu's voice was calm and steady.

He was talking to someone whose name he couldn't reveal.

"... Yes, that's it."

"It was a glowing golden sphere..."

"The King of Comora said it was a sacred relic of the Old Wang..."

The sound came through intermittently.

"Little Bob Buruo got it, and I don't know what he's going to do with it..."

"Yes... yes..."

"It's roughly like this. I drew it, and these are the three views, the patterns on the sphere..."

"Besides..."

The sound paused for a moment, then continued.

My son... he's changed.

"I think it's probably the souvenir I brought back from the Comora last year that caused this change in him, which is why he was able to come to Africa alone and exhibit extraordinary physical abilities."

"He said that after visiting the king's tomb, he discovered something and his power increased..."

"For example, a golden eagle might follow him..."

"The souvenir? It's a fragment of a bronze artifact. I made an amulet from it and gave it to my son. I declared it at customs when we returned to China, and he wears it with him every time he goes."

"Um."

"I have no other requests. I just hope he can stay safe and sound. If he wants to contribute to the country, I won't object. The important thing is now."

"He was outside. We saw him when we entered the city. He was putting out fires and riding that eagle."

"There's no video footage, but the embassy staff and people in the city should be able to testify."

"Right..."

"I know, but I'm afraid I can't stop him, and I don't want to."

"Even if they are Comora People, even if they are Black, even if they are Africa, he will save them. It has nothing to do with him. Saving people has nothing to do with other interests or entanglements."

"This is what I taught him. He's my son, and he's doing something I'm proud of."

"Yes, no problem, thank you for your compliment, it's only natural."

"Yes, we have always believed in our country."

"Goodbye."

Kang Jinzhu's phone call came to an end. He pushed open the door, went into the corridor, nodded to the armed police officers on guard in the distance, and then looked at the still swirling smoke in the sky.

He slowly exhaled.

The journey from the outside to the city was neither long nor short; it was enough to reach an agreement with Chakat II and then coordinate the narrative.

The intelligence provided by the King and royal secrets, the things discovered in the King's tomb, Little Bob's schemes, the conspiracy of the Fr*nce government, and... Kang De's unusual behavior.

This was enough for him to deduce a great deal.

Then, a reasonable explanation was tailored specifically for the son.

There were also excuses and plans to get his son away from the eye of the storm in a short period of time.

He spoke for quite some time with the important figure whose name he couldn't reveal, which drained his energy. He had never been so tense in his life, nor had he ever thought at such a high speed. He gleaned a great deal of latent intelligence and deduced a terrifyingly real... outline of the world.

Looking out the window from here, one can even see giant eagles soaring in the sky. Such a strange thing appearing in front of everyone must have a reasonable explanation. He had previously encountered mercenaries and heard about the unstoppable metal sphere, which was somewhat similar to the golden sphere found in the tomb.

Is this a coincidence?

Kang Jinzhu was unaware of this, but that did not prevent him from using the legend of the Comora and the king's testimony to provide a reasonable explanation for his son's awakening of power, without being subjected to further scrutiny.

Judging from his son's words, attitude, and behavior, the source of his seemingly endless and terrifying power and countless methods may be extremely extraordinary...

--Kang De, what dangerous things did you experience?

He gazed out the window at the flickering lights and soaring eagles in the distance, his lips pressed together, and he clenched his fists inwardly. Kang Jinzhu longed to go there immediately, but he knew that the danger in Moyani had not yet subsided, and the embassy was the safest place... He could not act rashly until the country provided clear information and instructions.

Just then, the door opened.

The ambassador came out from inside. It was an order that only the ambassador could obey. The two looked at each other, reached out and shook hands at the same time. Ambassador He slowly exhaled.

"Old Kang," he said, "I have to thank you. At my level, I shouldn't normally know about this kind of thing."

Kang Jinzhu's expression was solemn and serious as he said in a low voice, "Humanity is not alone, is it?"

The ambassador smiled wryly and patted Kang Jinzhu on the shoulder, "I really envy you for having such a son."

Papa Kang said softly, "I'd rather he were an ordinary person."

"He still is."

The ambassador went to the window, gazing at the city billowing with black smoke. "The world's strongest nations will work together to clean up his mess, fabricating a plausible explanation so he can still appear as an ordinary person."

He turned to look at Kang Jinzhu and smiled, "But he's probably going to become famous."

Kang Jinzhu asked in confusion, "What?"

"You probably don't know..." the ambassador sighed, not wanting to elaborate, "You'll find out when you get back home... Luckily, this is a small country, luckily this is Comora."

He said to the armed police, "Go find Major Liang!"

"Yes!"

A few minutes later, the armed police officers lined up, and vehicles painted with the national flag and bearing Hongqi slowly drove out. Major Liang looked to his left from the car. In the distance, in front of the neighboring embassy, King Chakat II was confronting and talking with a white man in a suit. Seeing that the China convoy had already driven out, the king was greatly excited and then gave the other diplomat the middle finger.

You can vaguely hear the other person's rap-like sarcasm. "Keep waiting, keep dragging it out, keep pretending you can't see anything. You're too slow, you're finished, you're going to be replaced by China!"

Then he tossed the other person aside, strutting over with his head held high.

"Mr. Wang."

Major Liang glanced at his exasperated colleague in the distance and chuckled, "Want a ride?"

"Thank you for your assistance, China friends. From today onwards, those white Westerners in Comora will only deserve to eat farts. I assure you, I will be your friend forever."

Chakat II shook hands with Major Liang with great enthusiasm and sincerity. He was very pleased with the offer of a ride and expressed his gratitude with many beautiful words.

Then he ran to Kang Jinzhu's car.

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