Ending It All

"His Majesty."

The police station in Moyani was on high alert, as the provisional government led by King Chakat II was on high alert because Little Bob Buruo had led the army to conquer Comora, demanded dialogue.

Bob Buruo, that name has cast a long, long Shadow over Comora.

From the time of Big Bob Buruo, much of the nation's lifeline has been in the hands of this France mercenary leader... Until today, the Buruo Family has committed heinous crimes against Comora, and the young king has resolved never, ever again to compromise or yield.

"Connected."

All monitoring and broadcasting equipment is in place.

Chakat II put on headphones; the ease he had shown during his earlier conversation with Kang De was gone.

He was about to speak to a cruel and despicable executioner.

"Your Majesty, it's been a long time."

Little Bob Buruo's voice had a more neurotic, cunning, and eccentric quality.

Chakat II said coldly, "Long time no see, Little Bob. I look forward to our next meeting, where I will place your head on a platter before the France ambassador."

"Wow," the France chuckled, "Who gave you, puppet, the courage? The China?"

Guo Jing said calmly, "Who made you, this mad dog, flee in such a sorry state and beg for your life? Was it a China person?"

A loud thud echoed through the headphones as Little Bob roared, "Don't! Talk to me like that! You Nger! We're fundamentally different now! You black slave! My omnipotent spiritual power will become a whip to lash you, and you'll toil for me to death on the plantation!"

It sounds like these new-age colonizers have already torn off all pretense of civility.

Chakat II showed no anger; his tone remained calm. "Well said. There is indeed a fundamental difference between us. At least you have more experience in surrendering. Won't you reconsider? Although the target is Nger in the cotton fields, he's still better than Hitler, isn't he?"

"... Enough!"

Little Bob shouted, panting, and then said, "Let's stop this pointless bickering and talk about something meaningful! Where's that China man? Where's that China man named Kang De?!"

The king replied, "I don't know. He may have gone to France to kill your father."

Little Bob choked again.

The man's heavy breathing came through the earpiece, followed by a sinister and chilling laugh.

"It seems that China man really gave you a lot of courage, you black slave."

He said in a sinister tone, "Do you think that China man is the only one in the world with supernatural powers? Do you think you can reclaim the throne by relying on him? You're wrong, terribly wrong. This world is more complicated than you think. He's just one of many. You think he's so powerful?"

"You're wrong. Anything he's done so far could be done better by a special forces unit or a squadron of armed helicopters. He's not irreplaceable. The technological revolution and military transformation led by us white people have achieved enough. He's not indispensable. There are countless weapons that can replace him. Only a lowly, ignorant fool like you would consider him a treasure!"

"But I am irreplaceable."

"Foolish Comora People, guarding immense wealth yet never glancing at it, so I obtained the treasures in the king's tomb. I was recognized by it, I gained its power, I was chosen by it. You cannot imagine the strength and terror of that power. Controlling hearts and minds is merely one of its insignificant uses. You have no idea how much stronger I truly am than that China man!"

Little Bob's voice grew louder and louder, almost to the point of screaming.

Chakat II remained unmoved. "If that's the case, then why did you call me?"

"It's not for you! How dare you, a lowly black slave, speak to me? I want to speak to Kang De! Only someone like him, who is equally transcendent, is worthy to converse with me!"

His tone was sinister and extremely arrogant, as if a deity were issuing a decree.

"Bring Kang De here immediately!"

Upon hearing this, the king replied, "Why don't you call your father? You might hear Kang De's voice, or even your father's final screams."

"... Black slave, this is your own doing."

Little Bob Buruo. said coldly, "I wanted to maintain my composure and elegance, and not make things difficult for a lowly wretch like you, but you have repeatedly tested my tolerance, so I will punish you."

"King of Comora, I have visited several villages and cities under your rule. Many of your people, bathed in my glory and inspired by me, are willing to give everything for me, whether it be their lives or their loyalty. Even if I commanded them to die, they would not hesitate. I think you have seen this. I am warning you for the last time: if you continue to play tricks and joke around, I will let your people die before your eyes."

He said in a deep voice, "I'll say it one last time: let Kang De speak to me."

A moment of silence.

The king took a deep breath and replied, "Kang De doesn't want to talk to you. Tell me your demands, your deals, your plans, and I'll decide whether to relay them to him."

Little Bob chuckled. "Very well, it seems you don't take my warning seriously. So I'll send you photos of their bodies. How many should we execute? Ten? Or a hundred?"

"... Wait a moment!"

"Chakat II shouted."

His response was a hoarse, triumphant laugh from the France.

"Look at you, always like this, young king, my Majesty. You always think you're a king, you always take international law seriously, you think all countries are equal. What a joke! You may be king in Comora, but in the eyes of us France, you're not even the chieftain of a primitive tribe. You are evolutionary failures, parasites who have contributed nothing to human development. You only deserve to survive on our aid, a bunch of beggars and slaves who should have been eliminated long ago..."

A loud spitting sound.

Little Bob tore away all his politeness and pretense.

He chuckled, "You know, Your Majesty, we've been dealing with each other for a long time, and what I enjoy most is trampling on your dignity. You look at us with royal pride and majesty, and then slowly bow your head before our money, supplies, and technical assistance, because in your heart, your people are more important than your dignity. Haha, all for a bunch of lazy and ignorant monkeys..."

His laughter subsided, turning somber.

"Then beg me, beg me again, for the sake of the ten, or a hundred Comora civilians who are about to die, apologize to me, and then beg me to forgive them..."

The king's eyelids drooped.

He closed his eyes.

Silence.

"Go eat shit."

Then, respond in this way.

This took Little Bob by surprise, so much so that he didn't even have time to react.

"Fxck—no, you white pig."

The king said coldly, "I said 'wait a moment' because I wanted to tell you something. Listen, Little Bob, I don't care how many hostages you have—a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand—I'm telling you, if you kill even one Comora People, I will immediately terminate all negotiations and commission Kang De to hunt you and your family down with all my might, leaving not a single one alive."

Little Bob shouted angrily, "You..."

Chakat II gripped the microphone, his tone resolute. "Shut up! Those who resisted for six weeks are cowards who only slaughter civilians. Do you think you can manipulate me like this? Don't forget who owns the weapon that makes you so arrogant! That treasure was taken from the tomb of the King of Comora! It is the legacy of my ancestors! According to the laws of any country, I have indisputable ownership of this treasure!"

The France scoffed, "But it's with me now! Do you think you can hold onto it?"

"Of course, I certainly can't hold onto it, but in terms of justice, I am still the owner of that treasure! Comora can't keep it, but they can declare it a gift! The recipient will then have unquestionable ownership! So! Little Bob, answer me! If I say that whoever helps us avenge ourselves, whoever helps us wipe out the Buruo Family, the Comora royal family will hand over that treasure, what do you think will happen then?"

"Your country, your family, can they still protect you? Are you and Kang De the only two people in the world with supernatural powers? If not, you're dead! I swear I'll subject every member of your family to the cruelest and most brutal torture. For every Comora People you kill, I'll let you live for that many more days! These are the words of the King of Comora. Do you want to see if I'll keep them?!"

The king was spitting as he spoke, his eyes bloodshot. His country had been conquered, his throne usurped, and his subjects slaughtered. Who wouldn't feel anger in their heart? Who would be a lamb to the slaughter?

Little Bob had no idea this would happen.

She used to be nothing more than a pathetic creature whom he could easily despise and scorn, yet she has become so difficult to deal with.

There was even a slight murmur in his voice.

"Even if many of your subjects die in agony because of this, does it matter?"

He asked that.

His response was a loud spitting sound.

"Doing the most despicable and shameless things while using morality to blackmail people—that's what you Western white pigs excel at," the king said viciously. "But it was you, not me, who killed them!"

Little Bob said grimly, "I've already said, don't try to provoke me. Let me speak with Kang De and make him stop all armed activities against me, and I won't kill your subjects!"

Chakat II roared, "But now it's you who's begging for mercy, not us! Don't get that wrong!"

I'm not begging for mercy!

"Then why haven't you hung up the phone yet!"

After the shouting, there was a deathly silence.

Neither the king nor Little Bob spoke.

Then, the France said fiercely, "Do you think I wouldn't dare?"

"So, shall we bet?"

The king said, "My father, whose hidden injuries are severe and who is in dire need of treatment, everything the Buruo Family has built and possessed, and the powerful force you have acquired—a force that transcends mortals and can change the world—I bet you won't give it up."

Little Bob's breathing became increasingly rapid.

His voice also became furious.

"So, you're gambling with the lives of your own people?"

They even asked such disgusting questions.

Correspondingly, Chakat II's tone and demeanor gradually became more confident and composed.

Without realizing it, my back has gradually straightened, and the solemnity, awe, and unease that were ingrained in my bones and even in my genes have been slowly washed away without me even noticing.

You guys don't seem to be anything special.

He said, "Therefore I am the king, and you are nothing but a failed mercenary leader, a descendant of bandits, traffickers, and swindlers. You are no different from your ancestors, except that the methods you have relied on to rise to power and dominate the world for hundreds of years are about to fail."

Before the other party could speak, the king, who had quietly seized the initiative in the conversation, put forward his conditions.

"Release all the Comora People, hand over the relics of our ancestors, and I will let you leave the Comora and will not hunt you and your family down for a year. You will have enough time to live in anonymity."

Little Bob was a little confused at first, but these conditions brought him back to his senses.

"Absolutely impossible!"

He snapped, "Do you think I'd believe your promises? That I'd hand over all my leverage and bargaining chips, only to be slaughtered by you? Do you think I'd be that stupid?"

The king sighed, "So you're used to breaking promises, that you refuse to trust others? Your spirit of contract isn't as magical as you claim. Fine, I'll compromise, you hand over the treasure..."

The two got into a new round of bickering and arguments.

However, amidst this back-and-forth verbal exchange, the intelligence officer in another room had already put down his headset. At the same time, Ambassador He, also at the police station, received a phone call. Intelligence and information support from the other side of the world was playing a highly efficient role.

Ultimately, this translates into precise coordinates on a map.

"Cunning, truly cunning."

Kang De was surveying and waiting in the vast sky, put away his phone.

Logically speaking, if Little Bob were facing a life-threatening situation and using the Comora Relics to control civilians, he must be planning an escape. The reason he didn't flee immediately was probably because he feared Kang De's power and wanted to resolve this most fatal threat first. He chose a hostage-and-negotiation approach. Logically, he should have hidden in a safe house to avoid being ambushed and beheaded by Kang De during the negotiations.

Surprisingly, he was still hiding in the Comora West Airport.

"This stealth operation is going to be quite difficult..."

He glanced at the map a few more times. Moyani had narrowed down the signal range to a house in the airport. The decapitation strike had to be swift and decisive to prevent Little Bob from making a last-ditch effort.

"Alright, let's end this here... and while we're at it, let's take over all the supplies from the airport."

Kang De retrieved the Himo's Eagle, his figure moving through the night. The airport wasn't far away; he needed to hurry.

The protracted negotiations between Chakat II and Little Bob continue.

As previously agreed, the king was buying time for Kang De.

What he didn't know was that although Little Bob the earphones was intense and irritable, the France who was arguing fiercely with him actually had eyes that were neither angry nor impatient, but rather flashed with a dull golden light, and had a cold smile on his lips.

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PS1: I went back to my hometown... What touched me most was that I fell asleep in the taxi on my way home from the airport. Ever since I started having tinnitus, I rarely seem to fall asleep in cars anymore. It has nothing to do with whether I'm sleepy or not. A few times when I was rushing to catch a flight, I only slept for three or four hours due to insomnia, and I still couldn't fall asleep in the car... I was very touched and felt very comfortable.

PS2: The reason I went back to my hometown is that November 19th, which is today, is my birthday, and my mother's lunar birthday also happens to be on the same day. So I'm updating extra after I woke up. I'm happy.