The Hunter and the Prey

"French military base! He's at the French military base!"

"The Russian technician who came with Kirov shouted loudly."

Everyone on the second floor of the police station stood up.

French military base.

France maintains an overseas base in Comora, where the France Foreign Legion Comora Task Force is stationed. Its mission is to ensure Comora sovereignty, assist in defending its airspace and territorial waters, protect France interests in the region, maintain regional stability, and, when necessary, serve as a peacekeeping force.

Of course, all of the above work is based on the premise that Fr*nce need it.

For example, during the raid on Comora by Gambia, this overseas task force simply watched from its base, or rather, waited for the France government and the Security Council to "give clear authorization," like a transparent person.

But that doesn't mean they don't exist.

In fact, this Foreign Legion task force of about four hundred men is the most important force in the region, with a powerful Foreign Legion, absolute air superiority and air support, advanced France equipment, and most importantly, the Fifth Republic of Fr*nce standing behind this army.

In fact, in the series of battles that have taken place recently and in the future, what worries King Chakat the most is not France's inaction, but that this special task force, under the guise of "defending the sovereignty of Comora," is taking sides, ignoring Little Bob's men and the Gambia army, and at the request of the "President of the Provisional Government of Comora," designating the resistance forces raised by the King as "regional terrorist armed groups," and then carrying out righteous actions.

But now, he has to admit that something even more outrageous has happened.

This France army may have to obey the orders of an arrogant, conceited, and mad executioner— the France government may consider so-called international opinion and humanitarianism, but the madman will not.

So Chakat II jumped up like his pants were on fire, shouting, "Sound the air raid sirens! Everyone, get into the bunkers immediately! Immediately! Immediately!"

Little Bob, having controlled only a few Gambia soldiers and his own men, dared to order them to storm and attack Moyani, then what would he do with an entire base of Fr*nce troops he had captured?

The previous composure as he rapped and chatted with Little Bob was completely gone. King Chakat's eyes were bloodshot as he roared orders at the hastily assembled officials. Kirov strode towards Kang De and said, "You must act."

Kang De asked, "What's inside that military base?"

The general situation of overseas bases and the troops stationed there—this intelligence is not a secret; it's all in military white papers. But only a fool would take everything recorded in them as fact.

"Besides the main command squadron, there's also a combined combat squadron and a reconnaissance support squadron. On the surface, they possess RTF1-120mm mortars, AMX-10RC Armored Car, and all sorts of anti-tank missiles, general-purpose machine guns, heavy machine guns, assault rifles... Heaven knows what the French army is secretly hiding here, keeping it hidden just in case."

The Russian's tone was more solemn than ever before.

Chemical weapons, poison gas bombs, and even more potent weapons of mass destruction are restricted by United Nations conventions and world opinion. Countries are concerned about their image, so they obviously don't use them openly. But they must secretly hide and seal some of them in order to prevent unforeseen major events from happening in the future, so that if they have to use them or their adversaries use them, it will be too slow to develop and manufacture them.

And now, if Little Bob takes control of that place...

"I don't know what's there, but if they get close to Moyani, it will be an absolute catastrophe, unlike that rabble from before!"

Kirov said seriously, "I'm not joking. With our small force and the equipment we've airdropped, we're no match for these France. They might not be able to do anything to you, but you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the phone rang incessantly. An official answered it and, moments later, spoke frantically to the king in a rapid-fire, Africa- accented voice that was completely incomprehensible.

Kirov's expression changed again. "Oh, the troops stationed in Gambia throughout the Comora have started setting fires and opening fire, and the local residents have begun to riot..."

Another call was connected.

The French military base's surveillance posts had been removed, and the last information received was that the base was brightly lit, indicating that the French troops had begun an emergency assembly.

Chakat II's expression froze.

The ringing of bells mingled, rising and falling in waves.

Amidst the chaos and panic, as officials answered phones and issued orders, and as piercing air raid sirens blared throughout the city, the king's bloodshot eyes turned towards them.

Kang De nodded to him.

"Leave it to me."

He walked past the king with a calm and composed expression, patting him on the shoulder.

Chakat II grabbed his arm with his other hand.

Kang De turned around, and their eyes met. The king's lips trembled, and his eyes shifted, showing both pleading and helplessness. Waves of immense threats and blows followed one after another; this crown was far too heavy.

"Go do what you must, Your Majesty, protect your family." Kang De donned the mask of his Shadow Solo attire. "I, too, must protect my family."

His figure transformed into a streak of light, leaping out of the police station and riding away on an eagle.

"Your Majesty, stop daydreaming." Kirov came to his side and nudged him. "Evacuate civilians, confirm defenses, formulate emergency plans. Your country needs you, and your people need you. By the way, we'll be dealing with each other for a long time to come, so to leave you with a good impression, I have a piece of advice."

The Russian picked up his walkie-talkie and said to the King, "Send out several loyal and fearless reconnaissance and photography teams to search for the France task force—if you can capture decisive evidence of them firing on Moyani, your Comora will have a good time."

After he finished speaking, he strode away.

"Dimitri, Dimitri, order your men to consolidate their defenses. Deploy the defensive line around the embassy area. I will inform you of the specific battle plan. I will arrive soon. Inform the China comrades there that I will explain the situation to Ambassador He on behalf of Kang De, and we will share intelligence and discuss the strategy..."

Ever since Kang De's demonstration of catching an air-dropped self-propelled anti-aircraft gun head-on, the Russians have had even more confidence in him. They don't see the situation as a dead end, nor are they too worried—after all, he's Russia and wouldn't be overly concerned about the threats facing the people of the city.

He was actually quite excited.

If the atmosphere hadn't been so awkward, he would have practically been dancing with joy.

The old grievances between Russia and France can even be traced back to the Napoleon era.

The Russian almost burst out laughing over the walkie-talkie, "The France influence, prestige, and network of interests in this region will, along with this military base, cease to exist."

"--So, Comrade Dimitri, for the sake of Russia, I need a few brave photographers. I need them to take two masterpieces worthy of hanging in the Winter Palace. The first is titled 'The France in Moyani,' and the second is titled 'They Did It Again.'"

"Yes, yes, the first one was easy to photograph, but the second one..."

As he walked, he gazed at the city's dim sky; dawn was not far off.

"The second one will depend on how far our Captain China can go."

The Captain China is on his way at top speed.

Having just returned from the western airport, I have to rush to the French military base immediately, without even having time to say a few words to my father and son—sigh, life with elderly parents and young children is just so busy, fulfilling, and hectic.

The Himo's Eagle's Arcane wings flapped, gliding and whistling across the dark sky. Kang De checked his equipment and scrolls while answering the phone. "Hello?"

The father's voice rang out. "I'm thinking, this kind of thing won't become the norm in the future, will it?"

Kang De was taken aback, thinking his father would complain, worry, or scold him again.

I didn't expect you to bring this up.

He chuckled. "No, like you said, the earth won't stop spinning just because I'm gone. If you weren't stuck in the Comora, I wouldn't care about the war here, and I wouldn't have come at all."

After a moment of silence, Papa Kang said, "It sounds like I should have chosen to stay in China instead of ending up like this, not only spending so little time with my son and wife, but also dragging my son into the war in Africa, forcing him to appear in the public eye under a different identity..."

Kang De lowered his eyes.

However, the misunderstandings, complaints, and longing from childhood should now be transformed into a relieved smile.

He chuckled and said, "Considering the prestigious schools I've attended since childhood, the never-ending allowance, the generous red envelopes during holidays, the numerous expenses on food, drink, entertainment, and extracurricular activities, and the skyrocketing property values, I'll forgive you. Without your hard work, where would my millions in assets come from?"

"... Isn't it yours now?"

"Isn't this just a matter of time?"

"Looks like it's time to have a second child."

"Here we go again..."

Kang De laughed, but as he laughed, his smile changed.

"Speaking of which..." he said softly, "If Mom's health allows, having a second child would be a good idea."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

The father's voice was resolute. "No child."

Kang De, holding his phone and maintaining his smile, sat silently on the eagle's back.

The father and son fell silent for a moment.

After a long pause, Kang De finally laughed, "Good, saves me from getting my hands dirty, and from having to throw this little brat who's fighting me for the inheritance into the vat... Alright, that's enough for now."

Papa Kang said softly, "Hmm."

"Hey, cheer up! I'm about to do something heroic, is it really okay to create this dangerous atmosphere?" Kang De rolled his eyes. "Say something!"

"... oh."

Kang Jinzhu thought for a moment, then slowly said, "We absolutely will not have a second child. However, Kang De, have you considered storing your sperm so that if we want a grandchild in the future and you are not of use, we will have a way..."

"I! Don't! Want! It!"

The conversation between the father and son ended amidst laughter and cheerful conversation.

"Are you kidding me!"

Kang De let out a long howl in the night wind high in the sky.

Damn it, I'm a natural environmentalist. Artificial insemination and IVF are all heretical and soulless. When it comes to having children, you should do it yourself!

Stop looking down on me!

The Himo's Eagle took off rapidly. Kang De checked the map one last time, then leaped off the eagle's back. The Shadow Lone Walker Set spread its wings like a flying squirrel, expanding and slowing down. The engraved wind magic circle took effect, accelerating him as he roared towards the French base.

This way of traveling seems to be faster.

The target is the French military base; the target is Little Bob Buruo.

Now that his decoy arrangements at the airport have been exposed, his true location has been revealed. He will then mobilize the puppets he has deployed in various locations to launch riots and create chaos. The French troops in the base will also surely take action against Moyani, creating turmoil all around so that he can take the opportunity to escape.

But conversely, even if there is unrest everywhere, even if there is turmoil all around, even if the French army is completely under control, as long as Little Bob is captured and that treasure is seized, these manipulated people can be ordered back to normal.

Therefore, a decapitation strike is still the best option.

If we can capture Little Bob and seize the treasure, we can order the destruction in various places to stop and the French troops attacking Moyani to surrender. Little Bob can operate that thing, so there's no reason why we can't use it ourselves. In this situation, taking the initiative and targeting the bandit leader is the wisest choice.

Meanwhile, Little Bob's obsession with putting out fires and blocking the French troops whose routes were unclear would allow him to leave unscathed, and he could even leisurely control more people and create more unrest.

Damn it, Yuri really had to die.

In the night sky, Kang De's figure accelerated continuously. With the support of his gliding suit and wind magic array, his gliding speed had exceeded 150 kilometers per hour, and he could still continue to accelerate, passing through the clouds and looking down at the earth. In the darkness, he could see lights in various places, and the brightest direction was his destination.

Like a shooting star, Kang De fell from the sky. He didn't have time to take a good look at the scene below. He turned around, activated his ability, shattered space, and jumped into the White Mist World. He went from extreme motion to extreme stillness. This feeling even made him doubt the reality of the world. The next moment, he appeared in the sky again, his body falling freely. He jumped like this several times until he successfully reached the ground.

The base's high walls are just a couple hundred meters away.

Searchlights, patrol teams, and the faint roar of airplane engines could be heard.

Hold.

We can't let this bastard get away!

Kang De had no time to think. He immediately activated his invisibility, kicked a boulder, traversed space, and leaped into the wall.

The next moment, however, the lights shone, and several beams of light turned in his direction. Cannon fire roared, bullets swept across the battlefield, and dense firepower enveloped him in an instant.

It seems that invisibility is completely useless.

In that instant, a sudden realization flashed through Kang De's mind.

During the hunt, he seemed to have become the prey as well.

Interesting.

The power of time activated, Kang De flickered his figure, dodging the artillery fire, preparing to meet his prey.

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PS1: Update... I'm feeling a bit better, I think. Anyway, I need to adjust my mindset first.