Got You

Shadow fell.

Kang De gazed at the outline of Comora West Airport from the mountain peak.

Intelligence indicates that it was from here that Little Bob made the phone call to the King.

He hid here.

It was obvious that within a single day, all his actions and schemes in Comora, and even those of the Buruo Family, had failed. He himself was now under threat from the superhuman Kang De. If word got out about what had happened in Comora, the France government would surely throw him and his son out as expendable pawns. The situation had become worse than ever before, and logically speaking, fleeing would be the best option.

But Little Bob didn't.

He actually stayed here.

This is very, very, very strange.

"If I were him, I would never reveal the treasure's power to control people's minds. Instead, I would do everything in my power to escape Comora. I wouldn't care about hiding my identity or losing my entire fortune. With that treasure, there's a chance to turn things around, and I might even gain more..."

Although that artifact is not omnipotent—humans controlled by it have dull eyes, even gleaming with golden light, and their mobility, skills, and experience are greatly reduced, making it impossible for them to use it to control politicians and dignitaries worldwide to rule the world—it can still accomplish many things.

Or rather, there are far too many.

Even a man of integrity, purity, nobility, and pride like Kang De could instantly think of a hundred uses for that thing, each of which could be expanded into a masterpiece of at least 500,000 words at the First Club.

But this France chose to stay in Comora and fight to the death.

This is quite meaningful.

"Is this a trap, a trap, or a trap?"

His gaze was deep and unfathomable, his figure flickered, his invisible cloak fluttered, and he blended into the night as he approached the extremely desolate and cold western airport.

Before the war began, the Buruo Family, in partnership with the France government, made some preliminary arrangements, such as stockpiling supplies here in advance. Thanks to the deep-rooted influence of Big Bob and the France government over Comora, King Chakat was completely unaware of this.

At the outset of the war, the airport was immediately "captured," and a large amount of military supplies were put to use or were about to be put to use. Only then did the king realize the situation, but it was too late. The western airport was shut down and had in fact been completely taken over by Little Bob's men, becoming a backup base for all military operations. Armed helicopters departed from here to support various battlefields, and motorized units also departed from here to launch rapid strikes against the resistance forces. Through this location, the entire situation in the Comora could be controlled.

But then, Kang De stormed into Comora, crushing the combined forces of Gambia and France mercenaries. Helicopters crashed one after another, armored vehicles exploded one after another, armed convoys were destroyed, and both branch bases and the armed forces stationed in Moyani were wiped out. Suffering heavy losses in two days, it can be said that the defeat was inevitable, and the casualties were heavy. The place suddenly became deserted.

It's just unexpected that after suffering a defeat, Little Bob would still dare to hide here instead of immediately fleeing to Gambia and then trying to find a way to leave this godforsaken place in Africa.

Kang De remained invisible as he stepped into the desolate airport area. On the surface, it appeared abandoned, with no guards, no patrols, no sentries, nothing at all. However, his glasses, engraved with a life detection array, revealed a few red dots hidden in the terminal, lurking motionless in the shadows.

And the signal indicated that there were indeed several red dots flashing continuously in the airport building where Little Bob was hiding.

"Found you."

Kang De stroked his chin, lost in thought for a moment.

There are now two action plans.

Plan A: Infiltrate secretly.

Avoiding cameras and surveillance, silently entering Little Bob's room, appearing before him, taking away the artifact that can control people's minds, shattering his reliance and arrogance, then looking him straight in the eye, as a son whose father has been kidnapped and threatened, telling him why he died, and then launching a revenge against this bastard, listening to his screams—that kind of revenge is more ritualistic.

Plan B: Retrieve a howitzer from the White Mist World.

Are you there? I just can't take this.

Both plans have their own appealing aspects, which put Kang De in a difficult position. However, in terms of controlling unexpected events and methodological efficiency, the second plan is better.

But simply blowing Little Bob like that would be too easy on the bastard. Besides, it's uncertain whether Little Bob is actually in that room. What if he doesn't die instantly, or is hiding somewhere else? If the bomb hits, he might realize he's under attack, become enraged, and kill the hostage. What then?

Moreover, the relic and its treasures are inside. If a single shot damages it, shatters it into pieces, how do you explain that to the five permanent members of the UN Security Council? How do you explain where the howitzer came from? Even if you could explain it, if it's shattered, is that all? Did you hide it? Did you secretly give it to China?

Damn it, just thinking about it is troublesome, let alone the fact that those despicable foreign devils are judging others by their own standards, thinking that they secretly kept the treasure and handed it over to the country, which is also very troublesome.

Forget it, let's go for the ritual.

Kang De thus convinced himself and decided to take the first path.

Then it's decided! I'll appear before him, steal his treasures, slap him in the face, hear his howls, show off my skills, avenge my grudge, and demonstrate my abilities.

As for the idea behind Plan B, it shouldn't be wasted either.

Finally, tie him to the muzzle of a howitzer and fire a shot.

Moreover, it should be tied vertically, that is, his legs are spread apart, and the middle [beep--] is placed against the muzzle of the cannon, so that his little [beep--] is just stuffed into the muzzle of the cannon. This way of tying is more creative.

Kang De nodded repeatedly, then took a mechanical beetle from his pocket and threw it on the ground.

The mind connection was established, and the tiny alchemical creation spun around a few times in place.

The terminal building was tightly sealed off, with guards stationed everywhere, making it virtually impenetrable. There were many ways to force your way in, but it would easily alert the enemy.

This stealth mission must not only remain undetected, but also ensure that no one is killed.

After all, Little Bob mostly manipulates his subordinates through mind control. If someone is killed, he might be able to sense it immediately. This is a risk we can't take.

Therefore, we need to rely on a few tricks.

Kang De crouched down, pressed down on the ground next to the beetle, Extraction the extraction, and a small channel extended deep into the ground, then opened a small hole in the room, from which the beetle immediately crawled inside.

It started crawling inside.

Kang De used the concept of spiritual connection to guide manipulation.

As expected of a product of an elven alchemy master, this thing changes the color of its carapace in the dark, turning pitch black to blend into the night. It crawls silently on the cold ground, almost inconspicuous, and no one would notice an insect. It just crawls up the wall to the second floor and then moves silently on the ceiling.

Everything went smoothly.

Manipulating Kang De through a mental connection is almost like playing a VR game.

While using life detection spells to pinpoint enemy locations and ordering the mechanical beetles to avoid their line of sight to prevent unnecessary trouble, he also reviewed the terminal layout diagram sent by the King's team, combining it with the actual life detection locations to determine the room where Little Bob might be staying.

Then they went to look for them one by one.

"That's not right..."

Not found.

Or rather, none of the people at the locations indicated by the life detection spell were making phone calls.

But the location is indeed here...

Kang De frowned, then manipulated the mechanical beetle into the darkness, then into White Mist World, traversing space and emerging into a Shadow.

He had already changed into his shadow-infiltrator attire, remaining invisible and moving silently. Moyani's location was very clear: within this area. How could Little Bob not be there?

Unless...

He searched those areas thoroughly, and finally stopped at the door of a room.

There was no one inside.

But...

He could hear faint voices.

A speck of dust drifted in through the crack in the door, and Kang De immediately rushed into the room, his gaze falling on the table. On the table, two satellite phones were strapped together, the receiver and handset positioned side by side.

The sounds of the King and Little Bob arguing and bickering leaked out.

"Oh shit."

Kang De's expression changed.

If we had chosen to fire a single shot in earlier, things would likely have become very complicated.

He immediately took a picture and sent it to Kirov.

Upon seeing this in the police station, the Russian's expression changed, and he immediately wrote a note and handed it to the King, who was circling around with Little Bob. When Chakat II saw it, his expression tightened slightly, but his tone remained unchanged.

"Dream on, dream on, you damned white man, you Gallic Rooster, may the world curse you, may the people despise you, we will never forgive you..."

"--Shut up, stop rapping, you vulgar bastards!"

The two were haggling over the details of how Little Bob should get out of Comora. Chakat II insisted on keeping the treasure, cursing as he picked up a pen, his right hand still holding the microphone, and his left hand fluently writing a string of cursive words. "Can Kang De get that phone back? We need to locate it again."

Kirov took a few steps back, typed quickly, and then nodded to the king.

Can the sound problem be solved?

The king wrote another line.

Because of the noise from the outside world, the strong wind would immediately alert Little Bob that his phone had been moved, which was a very serious problem.

Kirov asked a few more questions, then nodded to Chakat II.

Therefore, the government chose to believe.

Sound-absorbing roller.

It's used for secret conversations. After all, in a magical world, the need for anti-eavesdropping is sometimes even stronger than on Earth. And where there's demand, there's a market, and there will be research and development directions.

A special insulating force field blocked out all sounds from both inside and outside.

Those outside can't get out, and those inside can't get in.

Kang De left the terminal quietly and quickly evacuated via the Himo's Eagle.

With these two satellite phones, it was impossible to send a direct message back; even a momentary interruption of the signal would arouse suspicion in Little Bob.

Kang De stood facing the howling wind of the night, his face solemn.

It now seems that the airport is probably a trap. Little Bob must have planted some kind of vicious mechanism or explosive device inside, which will be activated as soon as Kang De steps in. However, he still lacks information and cannot predict Kang De's methods or that he can sneak in silently.

The problem now is...

Where exactly is Little Bob hiding?

What are his plans?

The giant eagle accelerated its flight. Kang De glanced at the time; time was constantly passing. A Xing and the Sword Saint Cascading Snow were getting closer and closer to Danfeng Lucerne. The matter with Little Bob was still unresolved. Without killing him, they couldn't devote all their energy to the other world, especially now that he had mastered the ability of mind control. If left unattended, who knew what kind of trouble he might cause.

Moreover, the weapons issue has not yet been resolved.

Time may seem plentiful, but it's actually not at all.

Oh shit.

The Himo's Eagle accelerated continuously, activating the Arcane Wind at full power, flying and gliding at top speed to land in Moyani. Chinese and Russian technical personnel were already waiting there, and they carefully took the phone, handling it cautiously in the soundproof room prepared by the police station.

Kang De went upstairs and met Chakat II, who was still joking and chatting with Little Bob. The king had a cup next to him, and when he looked at Kang De, his lips were a little dry. He was still waving his hands, grinning, and gesturing and rapping, his body language and facial expressions were very vivid.

It was as if Little Bob was right in front of him.

Wow, you're quite the talker.

Their eyes met, Kang De nodded, and the king merely smiled. Kirov approached Kang De, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered, "It's good you're here. The France are getting impatient."

Sure enough, the king gave Kang De a wink, then shouted, "Man! When have I ever lied to you? Kang De has returned, and that's our sincerity! Our China friends keep their word, while the France scoundrels betray us. You, you, you—your words are worthless!"

He beckoned, and Kang De went over and sat down beside him.

Little Bob Buruo's voice rang out. "Kang De? It's a pleasure to meet you."

The sentence was spoken in English, and Kang De could understand it.

He chuckled. "Why are you happy? Is it because I ruined your plans, killed your men, or made you run around like a dog?"

The king gave him a thumbs up, then translated it in a cheerful, embellished Black rap style.

Little Bob was a little annoyed. "Can't you speak English?"

Kang De countered, "Why should I speak a foreign language?"

"Then let's find a better translator."

"I think this translation is already quite impressive."

"Obviously not enough; it would lower our standards."

"Give me a break, do you, a murderer and executioner, even deserve to have any class?"

"Why not?" said Little Bob. "We are beyond mortals, above this world, we are no longer like ordinary people, don't you think?"

Kang De clicked his tongue and said, "Your mindset changes pretty quickly, you've gotten arrogant as soon as you made your fortune."

"I've always wanted to talk to you, Kang De, ever since I learned the truth, ever since I gained power... Kang De, we are extraordinary, we are the same kind of people, we are the noble new human beings, why fight and kill for those ants? I understand your anger, I am willing to apologize to you and your father, and I am willing to do everything I can to make amends. You know, it's always better to be friends than enemies."

"Oh... let me think," Kang De said in English this time, "The answer is... fxck—no."

Little Bob asked in a deep voice, "Why?"

Kang De leaned forward and chuckled, "Because my friend is racist. He discriminates against white people, thinking you're selfish, arrogant, inherently mean, have an overly strong sense of superiority, are self-centered, look down on people of color, have ugly manners, are cold-blooded, and are full of robber genes at your core, unable to bear seeing others do well—by the way, I don't agree with his assessment, but I think you do fit those traits quite well."

Little Bob said calmly, "It's a misunderstanding."

Kang De laughed and said, "Is it a misunderstanding? Then let's talk face to face, and you can change that impression, how about that?"

Little Bob scoffed, "I'm not stupid. Enough! Since you don't want to be my friend, let's make a deal, like what I proposed to that black guy..."

The next moment, a barely perceptible soft sound came from the receiver.

Little Bob shouted, "What's that sound?"

The king reacted quickly, asking in bewilderment, "What?"

Little Bob shouted sharply, "No, I..."

Chakat II immediately looked at Kirov, Kirov then gestured to the people guarding downstairs to urge them on. At the same time, the phone was abruptly hung up, but immediately afterward, the technician rushed out of the soundproof room shouting, "French base! He's at the French base!"

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PS1: I went to bed around midnight last night, and was woken up around 6 a. m. Then I lay in a half-awake state until around 10 p. m., in a daze, not knowing whether I was asleep or not. I only remember worrying in my dream that I couldn't fall asleep, and worrying about not being able to fall asleep after waking up. I took another nap after lunch, and this time I finally fell asleep and slept until 4 p. m. Then I sat up from 4 p. m. until around 10 p. m. I don't know what to write... I took a nap in the afternoon and it was okay. When I sat up in the morning and realized that I hadn't fallen asleep, I had an impulse to smash the light-transmitting curtains, the non-soundproof windows, and even everything I saw.

PS2: I don't want to dump all this rubbish on the readers. I was just explaining why I haven't been feeling well lately and why I've been updating late. It just feels so frustrating, damn it.