This Isn't Wakanda!

"... ah?"

The woman's voice on the phone sounded utterly taken aback.

Then Kang De came to his senses.

He asked, "Who are you?"

The voice was sweet and gentle, very pleasant to the ear, and unfamiliar.

This maritime satellite phone was provided by Xie Liqian, and he only informed a limited number of people, including the ambassador. Theoretically, no mobile game recommender would call in...

Iron Son muttered under his breath, "She's a wife issued by the state..."

Kang De blocked the microphone and angrily said, "If you say another word, I'll send you a wife!"

Horus immediately fell silent.

Kang De released the microphone and continued, "Hello?"

The woman on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, her voice still pleasant and sweet, but no longer polite. She quickly introduced herself, "Hello, Mr. Kang, this is the Emergency Response Team of the Ministry of Emergency Management of the People's Republic of China, located in Gambia Emergency Task Force. I am Qin Mengjin from the United Front Work Department of the Central Committee, responsible for all liaison and coordination work with you from now on. Your opinions and guidance are welcome."

The girl surnamed Qin sounded quite young, but she spoke clearly and politely, her words flowing smoothly and engagingly, inspiring goodwill even over the phone. "Now, please contact Mr. He Zhongjun, the Ambassador of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to Comora, to confirm our identities and exchange identification codes."

Kang De clicked his tongue in amazement, and while sending a message to Ambassador He on his own phone, he casually chuckled, "I thought the beautiful woman calling me would be Suzaku from the Dragon Group."

The girl on the other end of the phone chuckled, and faint low laughter could be heard from the surrounding area, presumably from the members of this "emergency response team".

Appropriate jokes can lighten the mood. No one likes to work in a depressing and serious environment and hopes that the person they are dealing with is easy to get along with.

"The title 'Dragon Group' was invented by a domestic novelist. According to the naming rules of our country's functional departments, confidentiality is paramount, so they will only use three-digit numbers in their names, such as Institute 507."

She chuckled and explained, "And the department that deals with you, the one that handles incidents like the Gambia incident, isn't the Dragon Group, but the Ministry of Emergency Management."

"... So simple and unpretentious?"

Qin Mengjin explained, "The Ministry of Emergency Management was reorganized and established in 2018, integrating the emergency response forces and prevention responsibilities of various departments. Its authority and responsibility are to prevent and resolve major safety risks and improve the public safety system. We are responsible for commanding and coordinating the handling of various common disasters, and of course, we are also responsible for less common ones."

The ambassador sent a message, and Kang De nodded, saying, "Professional, professional."

Qin Mengjin chuckled again, "The Gambia Emergency Task Force was just established today. Its members are all highly skilled and capable, elites drawn from various departments. They will provide you with advice and logistical support in areas such as military tactics, electronic technology, biomedicine, and mystical religions when necessary."

"As for me, my responsibilities are even greater."

Her tone instantly became righteous and dignified. "I have been ordered to come and unite you, Mr. Kang De, to understand your situation, to coordinate the relationship between you and various departments of the state, to enhance consensus between you and the state, and to strengthen your unity with the country, the nation, the government, and the people. This is my mission!"

"I can tell now, each and every one of you possesses extraordinary skills."

Just as the ambassador said, this matter involves both the major upheaval in Gambia and the first collaboration with Kang De. They will not allow incompetent people to come in, gain experience, and cause trouble.

This young woman surnamed Qin is commonly known as a liaison officer.

After all, the United Front Work Department has a long history, having been established since the founding of the National United Front. Its purpose is to unite all forces that can be united, such as overseas individuals, Democratic Party, and so on. As a wild, epic-level superpowered individual, Kang De is naturally on the United Front Work Department's top priority list.

Her job is important in some ways, after all, speaking is an art, communication is an art, and even flattering Kang De is an art; but it's also not important in others, because there are plenty of people who can replace her.

So in just a few minutes, she quickly made her own impression, first figuring out Kang De's personality and speaking style, then half-jokingly introducing herself and her colleagues, creating a relaxed atmosphere for communication... It was quite a painstaking effort.

There's just one thing...

Why did they have to send a gentle girl with a nice voice to be the liaison officer?!

I feel like I've been looked down upon in some way!

In the eyes of the nation, am I, Kang De, some naive young man who forgets everything when I hear AMSR?

Being so calculating will get you punched!

Kang De confirmed his identity by comparing it with the verification information sent by the ambassador. This was necessary, even though it was an encrypted line, as it could not be ruled out that evil foreign reactionary forces might impersonate government departments to deceive Kang De.

"Let's get down to business, Mr. Kang De."

The liaison officer stated, "First, please agree that we will activate signal tracking during this mission to determine your real-time location in order to obtain real-time dynamic information and provide you with support. Location tracking will cease after this operation concludes or upon your request."

Kang De pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

The national government has a dominant control over electronic communications; it can even allocate a satellite to monitor Kang De in real time. Monitoring the signal location is nothing to it. Taking the initiative to bring it up and request his consent is a sign of sincerity and goodwill, and this face should certainly be returned.

Thank you for your cooperation.

The person on the other end of the phone gave permission to activate real-time signal positioning, without any attempt to conceal Kang De's identity. After a moment, the liaison officer continued, "So, the second question, Mr. Kang De, according to Ambassador He's report, you have entered Gambia territory to conduct reconnaissance and observation of the unusual locust plague occurring in Zhuerban City. How can we assist you?"

--Give me a nuclear bomb!

Okay, that's impossible; the chances of getting a nuclear weapon for free are extremely slim.

But Kang De still wouldn't miss any opportunity to fleece socialism. "Considering that the enemies I might encounter are not just simple swarms of locusts, I need heavy weapons and ammunition support."

Miss Qin's rank was clearly not high enough, and she hesitated, saying, "But you..."

Just then, a slight noise came from the other end of the phone, as if someone was giving a signal. The liaison officer immediately replied, "Understood. China North Industries Group will be responsible for customizing any weapons you require."

--Damn, that was awesome!

This is exactly what Kang De hoped to hear from a young, beautiful, and sweet-voiced liaison officer.

Damn it, back when my team was just starting out, we had to borrow guns from the police station, and even had to find.22 caliber toy guns from the shooting range. And now? Norinco! Custom-made!

The thought of the Greenskin Musket Corps that he had been conceiving energized Kang De.

"Then I'll trouble the nation. Let's make preparations now," Kang De said. "Given my current physical condition and the enemy I'm facing, standard military equipment is somewhat insufficient. I need to upgrade my equipment. In short, I need large-caliber weapons, capable of carrying both explosive and conventional kinetic warheads, with low failure rates and easy maintenance. Maneuverability and recoil are not a concern, portability is also irrelevant, and the structure must be simple."

"Also, prepare some melee weapons. They should be sturdy, durable, and extremely powerful. Weight and size aren't too important; they should be rugged. They need to be both powerful and intimidating..."

Since the Himo's Eagle's flight would take a long time anyway, and he was bored along the way, chatting with the young lady would be a good idea.

On the other end of the phone, there was a constant clatter of typing; the young woman was probably typing furiously. There were also whispers of discussion. Suddenly, Kang De heard someone say, "He wants a bomb gun and a chainsaw sword."

--who!

Who said that! Let him come and talk to me!

Besides the Greenskin Musket Corps, Kang De also did not forget his dragon friends.

He continued his fabrication, "Considering that the locust swarm exhibits some characteristics of drones, the enemy I face might be a massive flying unit, such as a swarm of locusts gathered together, or a large, terrifying queen... I could also bring some of my own various types of air-to-air missiles."

I'll pass on the Land Shield for now.

Take it one step at a time.

The other end readily agreed, and a hushed discussion could be faintly heard. Miss Qin asked, "Anything else?"

That's all for now.

Kang De smiled and said, "Miss Qin, Kennedy said, 'Don't ask what the country can do for you, ask what you can do for the country.' In my opinion, especially in this new era, any one-sided demand or sacrifice is heartless and inappropriate. Now that the country is going to do these things for me, then I have to ask—what can I do for the country to repay this patient and generous motherland?"

Upon returning to China, I was given a rank and assigned a job: I would work at the Institute of Theoretical Physics for the first half of each month and at the Institute of Life Sciences for the second half.

Then it becomes a treasure of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, the most precious first sample of human scientific and technological development, surrounded by a group of national treasure-level scientists, enjoying treatment a thousand times better than that of giant pandas, cooperating with research work, living healthily in the paradise built by the state, waiting for the arrival of the scientific and technological explosion.

This is definitely the outcome the country most desires.

But Kang De had his own life and his own decisions.

Therefore, I can only serve my country in another way.

Cooperate.

Qin Mengjin chuckled and said, "Our country's consistent aim is to build a community with a shared future for mankind and create a better future through peace. If Mr. Kang De can prevent the catastrophe in Gambia, he will have made a great contribution to the motherland. If you ask what else you can do for the country, then we hope to obtain biological samples of that locust. Such an unknown creature as an enemy is too dangerous, and we must understand it as soon as possible."

Kang De pondered for a moment and said, "No problem, but it's said that those locusts exhibited some kind of swarm consciousness, able to sense the location of captured members. If we were to bring them back home..."

"Safety is, of course, our top priority. Rest assured, we will discuss and come up with a sound plan. We will not act rashly before that."

"That's all then -- is there anything else?"

There aren't any available for now.

Kang De raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you curious about the things inside the Gambia Royal Tomb?"

Qin Mengjin seemed taken aback by his directness. She paused for a moment, as if seeking instructions, before replying with a smile, "Mr. Kang De has registered a company in Comora. Doesn't he sell anything there?"

Ah, that feels good.

After a brief conversation, agreeing on how to maintain communication and outlining the action plan, Kang De hung up the phone. He needed to prepare; the newly established Gambia Emergency Task Force also needed to hold a meeting to discuss and report... The first formal contact went well.

Kang De slowly exhaled.

The government's attitude was as expected, but the Party's warmth was even more fervent than anticipated.

Just then, Iron Son said quietly, "Father, this woman's name is a bit peculiar..."

"Liang Chen Meng Jin's heart is empty, what's so subtle about that?" Kang De frowned and said, "You need to read more books."

"I read it, and that's why it's so subtle. There's a woman in the book with a similar name, but it's not Jin; it's Yao..."

"... shut up!"

Kang De roared, "Format your storage space!"

"Understood, it's already been formatted."

"..."

Kang De remained silent for a moment, then finally sighed softly.

My heart aches for my father once again.

"... Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you." Kang De counted on his fingers. "The blueprints for the parts you need have already been given to Uncle Wang. He has a way to get them, and they're made of special alloy steel. I told him there's no need to hide this from the government; he should be able to get it done quickly and well..."

"We've got the weapons and equipment from the Greenskins' side, and the anti-aircraft weapons for fighting the dragons have also been arranged. We'll check their condition after receiving them, and also these locusts, and the bodies from the Gambia Royal Tomb..."

He was reflecting on his earlier conversation with Qin Mengjin.

--Aren't you interested in the things in the royal tombs?

--Don't you sell anything if you run a company?

"You said..." he suddenly said, "What if we processed and repackaged these otherworldly items, passing them off as artifacts unearthed from a royal tomb, and sold them to the government? Would that be profitable? It would be a good way to launder the reputation of these otherworldly wonders."

Otherwise, if he, a dignified China man, were to produce talismans, elixirs, and flying swords, it would be one thing, and one could claim it as modern cultivation or an ancient tradition. But if he were to produce various spell scrolls, enchanted cloaks, staves, holy shields, and the like every day, even a ghost would find something suspicious.

--But if I stuff all these things into foreign graves, and then pretend to raid tombs, I can clean it up in one go.

Horus thought for a moment, "Theoretically, it's possible."

"Let's first see what's going on with the insect infestation in Gambia."

Overlooking the land, with its mountains, plains, and rivers, and a clear sky dotted with drifting white clouds, you don't need navigation. Just follow the Biagang Great River westward to its mouth, and you'll reach Zhuerban City.

Along the way, one could see highways and rivers, with cars, speedboats, and even wooden boats heading west. Some of the people of Gambia had already heard about the terrible disaster in the capital and were fleeing in panic.

These are all from wealthy families; the poor don't even have the courage to abandon their homes and run away.

Two hours later, Kang De arrived near Zhuerban City. In the distance, the sea and sky met at the horizon, and the Atlantic Ocean was already in sight. Google Maps showed that this was their destination.

Kang De rode the giant eagle, slowly descending in altitude; the city below grew closer and larger.

A beautiful city.

Because it's a silvery-white city.

It looked as if a snowfall had occurred... a world of silver and white.

Unlike many Africa countries, it lacks low, chaotic, and dilapidated buildings with crumbling walls.

It even looks more beautiful than cities in China.

The sleek, pure silver-white urban style, full of futuristic, technological, and high-end feel, made Kang De think for a moment that he had arrived in Gambia, not Wakanda.

Closer and closer.

I've seen more things more clearly.

The streets were deserted and quiet, the cars parked along the roadside gleaming silver. It was a mysterious, dreamlike city, as if nothing had happened, yet as if everything had already occurred.

Closer and closer.

Then, I heard a rustling sound.

The rustling sound was like the wind blowing through a bamboo forest, like a hand brushing against a light veil, like the tide lapping against the beach.

It looked like something was gnawing on something else.

"Hold..."

Kang De landed on a nearby hilltop.

The Phoenix Eyes had already given him the answer.

I said...

Having traversed Glittering Sand Town, faced the elven army, broken through numerous obstacles, and fought fiercely in Danfeng Lucerne, Kang De was a man who had seen his share of great events and confronted countless dangerous situations.

But I don't want to go in here.

I absolutely don't want to.

"It's so fucking quiet we almost had to hang a sign in the sky saying 'Good things will happen if you walk in,' but I'm not going to follow that idiotic script."

Kang De took out his camera, and while taking pictures, said, "As expected, let's just go straight for the nuclear bomb, shall we?"

The next moment, the heavens and earth roared.

Silvery-gray stardust danced wildly in the sky, like shards of glass offered as a sacrifice to one's mother, with paper money and snowflakes fluttering in the air.

A terrifying blizzard rose up, but the swirling, silvery-gray that almost obscured everything was neither snow nor sand, but rather a swarm of locusts that blotted out the sun, buzzing, dancing, gathering and dispersing in the sunlight, converging into a tornado that swept across the heavens and earth, sweeping toward Kang De!

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PS1: Update... All I have left at home are cabbages... and no masks... (staring into the distance)