Kill Kang De

The negotiations with the France president ended in discord.

The world has never changed. Just like a hundred, two hundred, five hundred, a thousand years ago, or even longer ago, it is a world of survival of the fittest, where the winner takes all, and humans are simply the most powerful animals.

The consequences of defying the world's powerful nations are inevitable.

About ten minutes later, Chakat II received both overt and covert warnings.

The China ambassador's tacit intelligence sharing, the report from the spies deep in Gambia, and the massive swarm of insects hovering over Zhuerban, rising up like a silver-gray storm and heading eastward.

"I suggest you remain at the embassy, Mr. Wang."

Ambassador He sighed.

Given how things have turned out, it's understandable that he might harbor resentment towards Kang De. No one likes an impulsive, hot-headed person. From the outside perspective, Kang De has played that role, ready to retaliate against Fr*nce at the slightest provocation. To put it bluntly, it's practically terrorism.

This idea stems purely from the difference in their positions, experiences, and perspectives. The ambassador is a politician, well-versed in international exchanges and the ways of politics. Harsh conditions are never a problem, because that's the essence of negotiation: repeated back-and-forth bargaining to reach a result that satisfies both sides. This inevitably involves compromises and concessions, which is the core of politics.

War, war is always the last resort.

He flips the table at the drop of a hat. What kind of behavior is that? How can we do business like this?

Although he had many complaints about Kang De's actions, he still had to fulfill his responsibilities.

There's also a small token of my appreciation.

He solemnly stated, "After all, this is already the safest place in Comora and even West Africa."

The king gazed at the embassy's pristine white walls and clean corners, a stark contrast to the low, dilapidated buildings of Moyani outside the window. But that was his homeland; this was not.

He said, "How can a king stand on a safe shore and watch his people suffer?"

The ambassador sighed, "But even if you go out, it won't change anything."

The king glanced at him. "Mr. Ambassador, decades ago, when your country suffered greatly, facing a formidable enemy, a broken nation, and a situation where victory seemed impossible, didn't those brave warriors who still fearlessly sacrificed themselves know that their actions could not change anything?"

The China were speechless, only able to sigh.

He gazed at the young Black king, whose expression was open and sincere, revealing his undisguised love for the land and its people. Such pure and genuine emotion, such fearlessness, was something he hadn't seen in his homeland for a long time—not that China lacked such people, but that the increasingly powerful republic no longer needed patriots to sacrifice themselves for the country in times of crisis, to face death as if returning home. This was not the case decades ago.

Comora's journey has only just begun.

Or... it's about to fail.

Chakat II murmured, "I envy you all..."

The ambassador was speechless for a moment, then extended his hand and shook hands with the king.

He said in a deep voice, "Regardless, I admire you. The doors of the embassy are always open to you. I sincerely hope this matter can have a perfect outcome... Your Majesty, may you be well."

"You know, the outcome of this matter doesn't depend on me, but on one person, and I'm counting on him for everything." The king seemed indifferent to his own affairs, but his expression slowly turned serious.

"The France didn't know what Kang De was up to. I could see the unease and bewilderment in their president's heart. They were facing an unprecedented enemy, which terrified them. But they weren't going to sit idly by; they wanted to target Kang De's father to gain leverage and deterrence."

Chakat II stared intently into the ambassador's eyes. "And what is your government's stance?"

The ambassador stated, "China is an independent sovereign state that will guarantee the personal freedom, life, and property safety of every citizen. It will not succumb to the oppression or coercion of any external forces, much less use its own citizens to gain anything... You can rest assured about that."

The king shook his head and said, "No, I'm not at ease. Big Bob's locusts have already set off. My men report that they're heading east, indifferent to the inhabitants and buildings along the way. Their target is extremely clear, and the France won't place all their hopes on a France mercenary monster..."

"President Fr*nce said that they also have people like Kang De."

"I think they will send someone with extraordinary abilities to directly kidnap Kang Jinzhu and even more people, in order to intimidate and coerce Kang De."

"Even..."

The black man paused for a moment, then said, "Even if Kang De were to return to Moyani via teleportation, we could directly suppress or even... eliminate him through superior combat strength."

The ambassador listened, then slowly nodded.

"Please rest assured, Kang Jinzhu is currently in the embassy's basement. We will provide him with special protection. This is the China Embassy, the territory of the Republic. No matter if it's Fr*nce, or any other force that comes, they wouldn't dare to provoke us or force their way in... These are two separate matters."

Ambassador He looked somewhat embarrassed at this point.

Just two hours earlier, he had watched as Kang De swaggered into the embassy, then in the blink of an eye kicked open the door of the France embassy, rushed in to coerce the ambassador, spoke to the France presidential palace, and uttered harsh words to members of the France cabinet and countless intelligence officers.

In the end, they even demolished the embassy, leaving not a single scrap of earth.

Now they're saying that France superpowered individuals wouldn't dare force their way into the China embassy... which makes France seem incredibly weak.

"These are two completely different things," he explained. "Kang De's actions were a private matter, while the France superhumans represented the government. At most, the former could be classified as an act of personal terrorism, while the latter was tantamount to a declaration of war. Please have faith in the power of the Republic; today's China will never again suffer the humiliations of the past."

The king sneered, "Mr. Ambassador, I believe in you and your country, but I don't believe in the France, nor do I believe their superhumans will be rational. Besides, there's no need for the France to force their way into the embassy to arrest people. Right now, we have a very useful scapegoat, much better than outdated military maps and scapegoat officials... Afterwards, it'll just be a lot of wrangling."

Ambassador He's expression changed slightly.

Yeah, Big Bob.

After pacing a few steps, the ambassador said, "I'll report this back to the home front."

He hurried back to the telephone room, and came out about five minutes later, smiling at the King: "The country has taken this situation into consideration and has already dispatched professionals; the plane has already taken off."

The king showed no joy and sighed softly.

It has already taken off.

This shows that the China government is aware of what the France will do.

If even the China anticipated this, how could United Kingdom and the United States, who are also allies of the Western world alongside France, and even regional powers that are not permanent members of the UN Security Council, be completely unaware of it?

Their "special forces" are probably already on their way.

Soon, an unprecedented military observation group will appear on the land of Comora, and a large-scale new type of conflict may break out here... right here.

This is an insignificant, suffering, and turbulent little country in Africa.

He shook hands with the ambassador and then left with his blessings and instructions.

Perhaps this is the safest place... but what's the point of hiding here?

He stepped out the door and looked at the clear sky. The people enjoying the sunshine were unaware that terrible dark clouds were about to arrive. The young king could not stop it, but at least he could face it together with his people.

Then wait.

Waiting for hope, waiting for the hope that has already arrived, and perhaps will continue again.

He touched the signal device in his pocket, which Kang De had given him. He knew it could connect him to Kang De, but he didn't press it or reveal it to anyone, because now was not the time.

Kang De said that it should only be pressed when there is danger or when locusts are approaching.

Then we'll press it when the time comes.

"Brother, I hope everything goes well for you."

Amidst the busy and frequent flights around the world, several special charter planes have opened up new routes.

The skies above the South China Sea.

Someone looked out the porthole with a map in hand. "We're almost at the boundary of our country's territorial waters. Let me check the latitude and longitude... Hmm, this is James Shoal —hey! We're going abroad!"

A few seconds later, the voice exclaimed again, "Oh my, I can see Malaysia territory! It's so close!"

"Boring."

A young female voice rang out, and the short-haired woman who had been resting with her eyes closed opened them. "Hurry up and get yourself ready. We just got in touch with you; there might be a battle. Don't cause any trouble."

"Okay, okay, stop reading." The man who put down the map had a buzz cut. They all had a military air about them, with sharp eyes and a calm, tiger-like demeanor, but they were still human beings of flesh and blood.

After he sat down, he clicked his tongue and said, "What different fates! He lives a carefree life, while we train hard. He makes a name for himself, while we keep a low profile. He lets loose, while we follow the rules. Now he's gotten so arrogant that he's fighting and causing trouble with the France, and we actually have to clean up his mess."

This time, the female soldier remained silent.

"Alright, mission first. Besides, you've all seen the briefing. They were bullied by foreigners, so they retaliated. We should help them out, both morally and logically."

The person who ended the conversation and the complaints was clearly the leader of the group. He looked to be in his thirties, with a mature and steady demeanor. It was a classic China combination: a leader in his prime, experienced, and mature, and a young person with great potential, outstanding performance, and who needed more experience.

He said, "Our mission is to ensure the safety of the embassy and our compatriots inside. Regardless of whose father or son they are, they are all China. Protecting our compatriots is our duty. Any objections?"

"No!"

The answer was given in unison.

After answering seriously, the young man who had just complained still said in a low voice, "Instructor, I just think that kid is too arrogant. Breaking into the Fr*nce embassies—I can't even imagine it! And he even claims to be the world's strongest superhuman. Isn't he just asking for trouble? I'd like to test my skills against him myself, let alone foreigners. Who knows what kind of trouble he might cause..."

"I heard people from several countries are coming. Aren't we a bit outnumbered and outmatched... Don't glare at me, I'm not afraid, but not being afraid and not caring are two different things. Just because of those few arrogant words he said, we might all suffer because of him. I think he definitely bears some responsibility for this."

Under the watchful eye of his usually stern instructor, he forced himself to finish what he had to say.

The instructor nodded slowly. "Indeed, I share that view. Helping is helping, and reason is reason. A young man as ordinary as him, who suddenly gained immense power, could easily become arrogant and forget who he is. Ultimately, without discipline and the guidance of values, he can easily go astray... We should have recruited him into the team to train him, so why did we let him go..."

He shook his head and said, "Anyway, we just need to do what we're supposed to do... He doesn't trust the country and tries to fight alone; hopefully, he'll learn a lesson this time."

In the Atlantic Ocean, the Pacific Ocean, the Mediterranean Sea, the Gulf of Gulf of Mexico, the India Ocean... the conversations that take place in those supersonic planes roaring through the sky may be in different languages, but the content is similar: discussions and evaluations revolving around the crazy behavior of a certain China person.

Most of them are negative.

Mocking, regretful, teasing, and disdainful—regardless of race or nationality, the general consensus is that Kang De's actions were madness and recklessness.

They expressed their indignation and disdain for his claim of being "the world's strongest superhuman."

Yes, the France only spread this one sentence of the conversation, and various governments, for various reasons, also revealed it to their own military observer groups.

This unanimous skepticism and ridicule is not due to some kind of intellectual impairment, but rather to a kind of mocking mentality called the "China mocking mentality." It is a racial characteristic of the China people, that is, as long as you are China, whatever you do will be negatively evaluated by Western countries. If you do something good, you will be questioned, and if you do something bad, you will be exaggerated, as if bloodline and nationality themselves are sins.

This phenomenon is not without reason.

The reason, of course, lies within China itself, and specifically stems from a weakness of China.

Because China, as the only non-white permanent member of the Security Council, a nuclear power, and the world's second-largest economy, is not nimble enough to kneel down... that's all.

Superhumans from various countries flew towards Comora in supersonic vehicles. Each of them had a national mission, some were simply observing, and others had additional tasks. They had all awakened from mortals, and their thinking was not much different from that of ordinary humans. They had their own joys, sorrows, and interests, as well as their own ideas and thoughts... They believed that Moyani would be very lively today.

"Kill him."

"Yes, we must kill him... kill Kang De."

The plane that had crossed the Mediterranean Sea and flown unimpeded over the airspace of North Africa countries was naturally the special plane of the Fifth Republic of Fr*nce, Belarus, and Spain. Unlike the superhumans who were just watching from the sidelines in other countries, these superhumans from Fr*nce had the most radical mission and task... and had made thorough preparations for it.

"Wash away the shame of the Foreign Legion, wash away the shame of the Fifth Republic, wash away the shame of our great motherland."

Sitting in a circle, the bald man at the head resembled a giant bear, with thick arms, even thicker than the thighs of an average man. His eyes were as fierce as a wolf's, and with a vicious roar, saliva sprayed from between his teeth and flowed down his mouth. He spit as he roared in a low voice.

"This man has humiliated the glorious Foreign Legion, extorted money from our homeland, and not long ago, he even broke into our embassy, assaulted our soldiers and compatriots, coerced our diplomats, and made rude remarks to our national officials and even our president, as well as making terrifying threats against Fr*nce."

"He's a terrorist, yes, that's our definition."

"The consensus among countries on how to deal with terrorists is that human rights should not be considered, and there should be no pity. Killing them is the greatest act of mercy, a mercy to potential innocent victims."

"So, kill him."

"Until then, we must wait for him to appear."

"It takes a little skill."

"King Chakat I of Comora, this is someone the President specifically mentioned, and he's key to capturing Kang Jinzhu and drawing out Kang De. We'll find him first, then his father."

"The Department of Defense said that someone would create an opportunity for us to capture Kang Jinzhu without having to confront the China directly... Damn it, we don't need that. The China have broken into our embassy. Are we just going to sit idly by and not respond? We'll just storm in and take his father hostage."

"This is just the first step. The Fr*nce will create opportunities for us. While we feign negotiations, we will launch a surprise attack. We have six exceptionally trained and cultivated, promising and limitless superhumans, along with the assistance of valiant soldiers. We will gain even more honor and respect in this country, and we will demonstrate our victory to the President and the Cabinet!"

"If the China refuse to compromise, then we don't need their compromise. Our friends will assist us. We have only one mission: at any cost... to eliminate the China Kang De."

"Our tactical experts have analyzed Kang De's combat patterns and abilities. We've already discussed it once, and we'll rehearse it three more times before arriving in Comora to prevent him from using teleportation to escape and to prevent him from using that ability that can annihilate objects... We have countermeasures in place, we are well-prepared."

The bald man glanced instinctively to the side; their equipment was stored inside the modified cabin.

The unclosed box gleamed with a cold light; it contained heavy armor and an axe.

He then surveyed his companions, his eyes bloodthirsty and excited. "I have only one request... Leave him to me! At least leave the final blow to me—I'll chop him to pieces, bit by bit!"

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PS1: Five thousand words... Sigh, every time I try to predict the plot, I feel like I'm too kind, a soft-hearted little baby.