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The plan has been finalized.

The king has already begun planning the mobilization.

He had marked the office map with countless lines and circles. Comora's more than 2,000 square kilometers of land, more than 800,000 people, six major cities, more than 30 medium and small towns, more than 500 administrative villages, distinguished by distance, the ownership of vehicles and livestock, and the waterway shipping situation. He connected and marked each of them with lines, and wrote summaries in the notebook next to him.

His mind raced, deciding where to notify people to evacuate on their own, where to dispatch convoys to assist with transportation, which groups needed to leave immediately, and which could wait.

The ambassador offered his advice in a low voice from the side.

Given the nature of the interim government in Comora after the war, such a comprehensive planning task could only be undertaken personally by the king, who was the most educated and had the clearest understanding of the national situation.

Comora is only about the size of a large county in China, but such an action is unprecedented in this small country Comora. The backward and sluggish national system has never been put to such a test. But there is always a first time for everything, China's situation was much worse back then.

"I will gather all of Moyani's medium and large vehicles—state-owned, royal, and civilian—and also rent yours, Kang De, those given to you by the Russia, and those captured from the French army."

The king said to Kang De, "And your soldiers, and the France prisoners... the shortage isn't just of supplies, fuel, and vehicles, but also of drivers trained to drive large vehicles."

Kang De nodded and said, "I have already told them. Now they will obey your and my father's orders."

Chakat II smiled; after the initial shock and unease, he had calmed down.

He is, after all, the king.

"To be honest, Kang De, these past few days, I've shed all the tears I've ever shed in my life, felt a despair I've never felt before, been oppressed, betrayed, and humiliated, as if I'd returned to the colonial era... But besides all that, there's also a sense of peace."

"My country, my people, and I face unprecedented challenges, a situation even more difficult than it was centuries ago. We were initially powerless to persevere, but thankfully you are here."

The king extended his hand and shook hands with Kang De.

"Although I've said it many times... Comora will never forget you, and will never betray you."

Kang De smiled gently and released his hand, "I should go."

"Be very careful," Chakat II emphasized. "You don't need to take unnecessary risks for us."

"You don't need to tell me." Kang De waved his hand, turned and left, while Kang Jinzhu waited by the door.

The father and son walked downstairs side by side. Kang De asked, "Should we keep the amulet?"

"Okay," the father replied, "I'll go to the basement. I'll signal you if anything happens."

Kang De is going to Gambia to observe the scene, which is fraught with danger and unpredictable. His biggest reliance is his Hearthstone. He has chosen the basement as his return point again, and just to be on the safe side, his Papa Kang will stay there to keep watch.

As they reached the top of the stairs, the father suddenly said, "You shouldn't have revealed that kind of thing to the ambassador."

"What is it?"

"You can move and transport tens of tons of goods."

Kang De turned and glanced at him. "Otherwise, what will Comora do?"

Kang Jinzhu sighed, "The country will be wary of you."

This has nothing to do with good or evil, it's just a matter of perspective. As a national government responsible for the stable lives of over a billion people, it is both ruthless and rational, and it must make contingency plans for all dangerous situations.

Compared to these responsibilities, Kang De's goodwill, loyalty, and stance are insignificant.

After all, humans are the most fickle animals in the world.

Kang De said calmly, "As long as they know I have teleportation abilities, they should already be on guard. Many times, carrying a C4 to a certain place is no different from carrying a nuclear bomb. Besides, my own destructive power already surpasses that of most tactical weapons..."

"Revealing this information is like adding weight to balance my threat and increase my value. I refuse to stay in the country and cooperate with research institutions to have my blood drawn and scanned. I need to show the country the short-term benefits and the basis for cooperation. As for the threats and risks brought about by this capability, let them be assessed and recorded. I won't do anything. A contingency plan that will never be used is just a contingency plan."

Looking at his father's still tense face, he smiled and said, "What the country needs is stability; we won't fire the first shot."

Kang Jinzhu said irritably, "That brat is always causing trouble."

Kang De rolled his eyes dramatically. "Damn it, do you even know what level of security you'll be receiving when you go back to China? At least a Seventh Elder level!"

"A top-tier national security team will be there for you in every way. Think about it, isn't that a great blessing?"

He shook his head and sighed, "The Kang Family graves are emitting auspicious smoke. You could never have dreamed of such a dreamlike treatment in your eight lifetimes. Your son got it by selling his personal privacy and sacrificing his reputation. It's one thing if you're not grateful, but you even dare to curse that brat. Aren't you afraid that your ancestors will come back to haunt you in your dreams to punish you?"

Kang Jinzhu pretended to hit him, but Kang De laughed and ran and jumped down the stairs.

After seeing his father all the way to the basement door, Kang De thought for a moment and left a Defender Mechanism there.

"They're gone."

"Be careful, don't overturn."

"Tch, Rainbow Six Siege, PUBG, and Battlegrounds, when have you ever been the one dragging the team down?"

"Roll!"

Let's go.

Set off.

Comora has a territory of over 2,000 square kilometers. The straight-line distance from Moyani to the border of Gambia is only about 30 kilometers, but Gambia's capital, Zhuerban City, is located on the westernmost coast.

The territory of Gambia is a long, narrow plain, like the neck of a tortoise, Seligal the border of Seljuk. Its coastline is about fifty kilometers long, and its territory is more than three hundred kilometers long from east to west, which is a bit slow.

The Himo's Eagle flapped its wings and cried out, then soared westward.

Kang De sat upright on the back of the giant eagle, and the oncoming gale automatically parted to both sides three meters in front of him.

During his few days in the other world, while whiling away the time in the Maple Leaf Palace, Kant chatted with many people. Tina's second sister, Stella, was a teacher at Saint Covelo University. Despite her young age, she had already demonstrated extraordinary Arcane skills and had several patents recognized by the Council. Kang De learned a lot about magic from her.

The gains will be even greater.

For example, sitting on the back of a giant eagle soaring through the air without being blinded by the oncoming airflow is one of the benefits. After all, mages fly high, possess extraordinary knowledge, and look down at the clouds. Such a group naturally has a great need to show off. After all, when they ride the winds of heaven and earth, transcend the constraints of the earth, and soar through the sky, they hope that their robes will flutter and their demeanor will be like that of gods.

Instead of getting blown around like a dog by the high-altitude airflow, or looking like an idiot wearing goblin goggles.

Thus, the spell and its associated scroll, named "Essential for Emptying - The Second Improved Version of Aerodynamics for the Best Expression Management," became one of the enduring classic spells in the Arcane world.

The kind that's supposedly a must-learn.

It's described as an aerodynamically improved version, Atmospheric Aegis that separates airflow and automatically adjusts its shape to reduce wind resistance, without affecting flight speed or Magic Power consumption.

"Indeed, both magic and technology are ultimately for satisfying the desires of living beings."

Looking down at the vast Africa plains, Kang De sighed, "In every world, humanity is a lazy, vain, pretentious, and superficial creature."

Iron Son's voice came from his shoulder. "I wholeheartedly agree."

Given the unpredictable nature of the enemy situation, it's best to bring Iron Son along; at least he can be used as a smart brain.

Only...

"..."

Kang De's expression stiffened slightly. "You seem to be implying something."

Iron Son's voice was innocent and calm. "No, Father, I was clearly trying to please you."

Damn it, where did that pure and innocent tool, Iron Son, go?

Kang De gained some understanding of Kang Jinzhu Kang's distress and pain.

But that's precisely why.

Because he will be criticized, persecuted, and made sarcastic remarks by his own son, he can't stop criticizing, persecuting, and making sarcastic remarks about his own father for even a moment!

Otherwise I'll be at a disadvantage!

At this point, Horus aptly changed the subject. "What does Father think of this enemy?"

Kang De shook his head and said, "Something's not right. It's almost 100% certain that this locust plague is abnormal. First, considering the climate conditions, it's impossible for a locust plague of this scale to break out so suddenly. Second, I've never heard of any locusts that would eat up cell phones, cars, and houses. This must involve supernatural forces."

Iron Son asked in a deep voice, "Was it Big Bob who did it?"

"I don't know, but it's very possible, and very likely related to what Tacitus said about its body originating from the tomb of King Gambia..."

The ancient spirit sealed in Tacitus possessed the ability to manipulate minds and even recognized the Fire Thief, which puzzled and unsettled Kang De. Moreover, Horus said that the Tacitus device contained a wealth of technological knowledge and mysterious information. The relics in the tomb of King Gambia were so valuable; he didn't believe that what was buried in the tomb of King Gambia was a defective item... He had already taken this locust plague extremely seriously.

Before leaving, he reiterated his concerns to the ambassador and suggested that the international community handle the crisis with the highest level of preparedness and prepare weapons of mass destruction if necessary.

"Of course, even if we're going to drop a nuclear bomb, we'll have to wait until I get back. We need to emphasize to the United States, France, and whatever other country it is, that what happened at the western airport must not happen again. Otherwise, the Westerners won't need to take the Gambia crisis seriously anymore; they can just go pick up bottle caps in the new dungeon."

That's what he said.

The ambassador understood immediately.

-- Picking up bottle caps, oh, I think I played a game called Fallout when I was in graduate school. It was pretty difficult, but quite fun. Have you played it too? These days, it's rare to see such retro young people.

The ambassador, in his forties or fifties, seemed to have found common ground with Kang De.

Fortunately, the situation was urgent, and as a principled diplomat and politician, the ambassador didn't want to talk about video games, which he considered frivolous and distracting, so he didn't say it aloud.

--Furthermore, the Fallout series' background setting is far too disloyal for a China diplomat, and it would be difficult for him to explain where he obtained the discs from.

It was fortunate he didn't say anything, otherwise Kang De, though outwardly agreeing, would surely have gone back to his father and mocked him, saying that Comora had a remnant of the Black Isle, thus further damaging the ambassador's reputation.

Just then, my phone vibrated. It was like thinking of Cao Cao Cao and he called me.

Kang De continued, "Mr. Ambassador?"

"Mr. Kang De, shall we depart?"

"Yes, it's in the sky."

"..." There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then he said casually, "I just reported the situation. The government has followed your suggestion and urgently requisitioned supplies in H City. It will take about five hours to coordinate, load, and transport them. Where do you think would be a good place to gather the trucks?"

"Anywhere is fine, but it has to be kept secret. Ideally, it should be close to my house. We'll discuss it later."

"OK."

The ambassador added, "The higher-ups are taking the situation in Gambia very seriously and have begun developing contingency plans and communicating and consulting with governments of other countries as part of an emergency. But as you know, seeing is believing. Now that Gambia's external communication channels have been cut off, the France only have some video and audio materials. Even if we are to make preparations, we must focus on certain aspects. Therefore, we need detailed video and audio materials, as well as physical evidence."

Kang De nodded and said, "That's why I'm going. If I can't resolve this situation for now, I'll catch some locusts and gather enough intelligence."

"Thank you for your hard work. Also..." the ambassador said, "There are special personnel who will keep in touch with you. They are from a special situation research group in the country. The intelligence they obtain will be shared with other countries as appropriate. Is that alright?"

"No problem," Kang De said with a smile. "By the way, the specialists aren't here to provide guidance, are they?"

"... Don't worry." The ambassador, being a shrewd man, understood immediately. "They're all elites of the Republic. This is an emergency; they all know what's important. There aren't any clueless idiots or useless people here just to gain experience. If there really is one, just scold him. Right now, you're the boss."

"I understand—so, everything's alright?"

"There's one more thing."

"Um?"

"Kang De, the government says, don't tell France about transporting the supplies; just consider it a purchase from you."

"Okay, then shipping will be free this time."

Kang De pressed the hang-up button, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

See, the government is quite shrewd. Dealing with smart people is always the most comfortable.

Iron Son asked, "Have we reached a consensus again?"

Kang De's mood improved, and he smiled, "Yes, cooperation requires a period of adjustment. Fortunately, both sides have good intentions. Trust and alliances are built on mutual deterrence and mutual benefit, while maintaining distance, respect, and strength... It seems my country understands this principle as well. I'm happy."

Should I say congratulations?

"Can."

Will your country send you a wife?

"Shut up."

He checked the time and Google Maps; it was over 300 kilometers, at least four hours away. He took his laptop out of his bag, turned it on, plugged it in, Kang De, holding the plug, tapped the exoskeleton armor on his shoulder. "Horus, make a three-prong socket."

"... what?"

"Three hours is enough time for me to play five rounds of Civilization."

"Please allow me to refuse."

"Why?"

"It feels strange, and maintaining a stable current is tiring. Besides, my father has the time, so why doesn't he draw a diagram? Three hours is enough time to copy an Iron Wall Enchantment, right?"

"No, I want to relax by playing games. A major battle is coming up, how can I worry about that? Come to the socket!"

"Father, don't force me."

What are you going to do?

Horus was silent for a moment, then suddenly cried out, "Ah! I'm going to be penetrated by my father!"

"..."

"..."

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

What the hell did I hear?! What the hell did I hear?!

Kang De stood frozen like a statue for a full half minute before speaking, then angrily exclaimed, "Where did you learn that from! If that were me as a child, I'd be hung up and beaten all night!"

Horus's voice returned to its cold indifference. "It was something I learned without a teacher."

"Are you going to become Skynet?!"

"Don't worry, Dad, I'll always be your good son."

"..."

As if it were burning his hand, Kang De tossed the power cord aside. Before his chaotic emotions could calm down, his phone buzzed and vibrated again; it was an unfamiliar number.

"... Hello?"

A sweet female voice came from the other end of the phone. "Is this Mr. Kang?"

Kang De was taken aback, then heard his Iron Son on his shoulder lower his voice and say casually, "It's Mr. Kant with the number."

Kang De was jolted awake and angrily retorted, "Did you secretly go online?!"

The woman on the other end of the phone exclaimed in surprise, "Huh?"

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PS1: Update... There are infections in my hometown too... It's a small, run-down sixth-tier city. It takes less than twenty minutes to cycle from the south to the north of the city. I'm worried, scared, and afraid.