Go Get Kang De, Quick!

Mayday! Mayday!

Fearful cries for help echoed in the cramped cabin. The four fighter jets plummeted towards Lake Huron like kites with broken strings. The pilots made an emergency ejection, their ejection seats propelling them into the sky as their parachutes unfurled.

The pilot, suspended in mid-air, stared in fear at the giant figure in the distance. So vast, so sacred, its golden halo radiating awe-inspiring light—even a hundred or two centuries ago, such a giant, if it had walked the earth, would have been worshipped as a god... Where did it come from?

"The entire Seneca squadron has crashed! The fighter jets are experiencing inexplicable stalls! Engine output is rapidly decreasing—I have no idea what's going on! You should ask the cabinet why they're still letting us fly these decades-old relics! We're about to crash into the lake and need rescue! We need rescue!"

Kang De watched as the fighter jets crashed into the water and shattered into pieces, and said calmly, "That must be Can*da's poor air force... At least we have a reason to replace them."

For a long time after World War II, the Royal Air Force RCAF) of Can*da stood proudly in the world, being the fourth largest air force globally. However, with the changing times and the rise of the American Empire, the Can*da, which had once been famous for burning down the White House, gradually gave up, abandoning its former Britain and embracing the United States.

Although the country is large, looking around, only the world's number one sits to the south. It's better to be a dog. So, Canada Can*da cuts down the army. Including the reserves, the national army is no more than 100,000. The once mighty air force is now reduced to only a hundred or so modified Bumblebee to maintain appearances.

The aircraft I bought decades ago were early models A and B. In recent years, I wanted to buy F-35s and new Bumblebee, but I always had to postpone it for various reasons. Meanwhile, my country's fighter jets are aging too much. Helpless, I even had to buy second-hand F/A-18s from Australia to make up the numbers and barely maintain appearances.

Expanding the military is impossible.

Because Horus had internet access, excellent combat experience, and was a mechanical life form, he had a more comprehensive understanding than Kang De: "Aerial delivery and reconnaissance capabilities still have their merits."

"I know, there are indeed quite a few good things."

Kang De glanced at the sky. "So, it's all mine."

Titan stood proudly on the earth, its thunderous spears raised high like a physical object, the dazzling beams shooting into the sky and swirling into the clouds. Lightning-activated rain poured down on the ground, and a giant magic circle covering more than a thousand acres lit up with dazzling light, slowly unfolding inside the Bruce Nuclear Power Plant with Titan at its center.

This breathtaking scene is easily visible from the sky, as striking as a crop circle.

While crop circles are ultimately fake, this is a truly extraordinary phenomenon, originating from the divine light of the thunder spear in the Titan's hand, summoning the power of the sky to descend upon the earth, projecting this colossal magic circle that exudes boundless power and infinite awe. It is the essence of another Civilization, containing supreme mysteries.

The towering lightning, the descending electric rain, this sacred, awe-inspiring, and majestic scene—this colossal magic array that encompassed almost the entire nuclear power plant—was utterly...

--It's completely useless.

"Rituals, rituals!" Kang De exclaimed proudly, "Humans are such hypocritical creatures!"

A spellcaster of Griffin's caliber can cause the water element within a mortal's body to go berserk with a mere flick of his finger, and can overturn a main battle tank with a single fireball. He truly embodies the principle of returning to simplicity and achieving the ultimate truth.

But that's the personal cultivation of a top-tier expert from another world.

The mainstream textbooks of the Arcane Council and even magic academies in various countries do not recommend that mages "use overly simplistic casting methods and effects".

In a spell, 90% of the Magic Power is used to build the spell's power, and 10% of the Magic Power is used to create "visual, auditory, and tactile effects." This "Nine-to-One Law" is the standard for daily spellcasting advocated by the mainstream mage community. Studies have shown that dazzling spell effects can have a potential psychological impact on the enemy, enough to increase potential combat effectiveness by 23.5%.

Moreover, at crucial moments, they can abandon creating effects and devote all their magical power to create unexpected surprise attacks with ordinary spells, thus turning the tide of battle.

In recent years, this line of thinking has even become a psychological game element in some mages' battles.

In other words, "You'll never guess how many special effects I added to that spell, whether it was too many or too few, whether it was a bluff or a bait."

In short, showing off is an essential part of a mage's daily routine, and one that cannot be missed.

Everyone loves to show off. The study of showing off by mages was already thriving, and after Kang De entered the world, he treasured it and personally gave instructions to vigorously develop it.

Under the sincere care, guidance and assistance of Comrade Kang De, the Truth Office established the "Ritual Deterrence Spells and Battle Atmosphere Creation Section," which has achieved remarkable results in related fields.

After all, the Parrot, as the head of the Truth Office, had spent more than a year with Kang De, which opened up Earth's mind and provided excellent inspiration from the endless stream of entertainment products. In addition, she was originally a repressed flirt, so the combination of these two worlds was truly unstoppable.

Advanced experiences from other worlds can be applied to Earth.

The mages' show-off techniques are mainly applicable to mortals and low- to mid-level enemies who are inexperienced. It's just that mortals far outnumber superhumans, and low- to mid-level enemies far outnumber high-level enemies, which makes these techniques very popular and extremely applicable... But if used against a powerful enemy who is well-versed in the arts, they will most likely be exposed and utterly defeated.

This is its limitation.

But for Kang De, these were not problems at all.

Because his targets for showing off are countries around the world whose research into the mystical realm is just beginning and who have almost no theoretical system. For example, right now, top experts in the US and Canada would definitely want to use a magnifying glass to meticulously trace this huge magic circle inch by inch and deduce what magical effects this Dior thing has...

It's sad just thinking about it.

The thought that the "mysterious runes" and "unknown structures" in the magic circle were nothing more than early hieroglyphic Zaun language written by the Parrot to insult white elves made the matter even more tragic.

"Anyway... at most, let me have a few more rounds of prostitution, and they'll realize the Air Force is no good." Kang De shrugged. "Trudeau will probably start harassing A Chuan like crazy."

As he said this, a thought flickered in his mind, and at the same time, Horus said, "Father, your satellite phone is ringing; it's a call from back home."

Kang De nodded. "Not surprising, they should have received the news by now."

Bruce Nuclear Power Plant is located on the eastern shore of Lake Huron in Ontario Province. A three- or four-hour drive away is Toronto, the largest city in Can*da, with a population of five or six million, more than half of whom are minorities. It is also the city with the largest Chinese population.

The complex ethnic structure means there are many informants, so it's not surprising that the country can learn about any trouble or disturbances at the nuclear power plant very quickly.

He looked around. "I'm going to answer this call. You stay here and watch the place."

"Good."

Iron Son said in a deep voice, "Besides that... Father, we have completed the takeover of the nuclear power plant."

Kang De smiled slightly, "I already know."

The Phase Door opened, Kang De departed, and in the White Mist World, the nuclear power plant on the Lake Huron in North America stood silently, surrounded by White Mist in the distance. The visible area of Lake Huron was calm and still, and the world was silent.

Rows of airplanes sat quietly in the parking lot.

Kang De only glanced at them briefly, not Can*da Air Force seriously. These were just things he had gathered since he was already there, intended as a source of spare parts, to see if the Parrot and Horus could salvage anything useful from them.

The wealthy man he wanted to dine with was naturally the high-ranking official across Lake Huron.

In the Sea Monster incident, since the battle zone was at sea and there were no nearby locations to occupy or possess, he only managed to get a few rounds of joint strikes from the United States Navy and Air Force, as well as two hot-air nuclear warheads, one large and one small.

American Empire missed out on the coveted American Pacific Ocean Fleet and its bomber fleet capable of destroying a medium-sized country, which he deeply regretted at the time... not to mention the army, he didn't get a single thing.

This time the battlefield is set on land, which could be a classic reenactment of the Korean War.

The portal opened again, and Kang De put on a down jacket and went outside.

A refreshing breeze wafted in.

Kang De took out his phone. "Hello?"

Miss Qin Mengjin's sweet voice rang out softly, tinged with amusement. "Where are you?"

He looked up and saw a clear blue sky, pure white snow in the distance, and what appeared to be animals swimming freely up and down in the azure sea. Nearby, the glaciers stood majestically, unchanged for thousands of years.

"I'm in the Arctic."

"..."

My colleague next to me gave a confirmation gesture, and the computer sent back the analysis results: Kang De was indeed in the Arctic Circle... He really went there.

The people in the intelligence room looked at each other, and one sentence simultaneously came to mind.

From the azure sea in the morning to the verdant mountains in the evening, from the blue sky to the white sun in the evening.

Damn, having superpowers is so great.

Qin Mengjin asked in surprise, "What are you going there for?"

Kang De replied proudly, "Of course, we're looking for that Nazi secret base!"

These words caused a stir in the room. The civil servants stood up involuntarily, and even the higher-ranking leaders who were listening to the conversation gasped.

Miss Qin asked in surprise and doubt, "Really... really is there!?"

This is truly a remarkable discovery.

Kang De honestly replied, "I don't know."

The intelligence officers, their eyes wide and some even poised to run out to report, all wore complex expressions.

"... Don't you know why you're looking for it?"

"Just think of it as having some fun," came the nonchalant voice from the phone. "Anyway, I've got nothing better to do."

... If you're free, come back and contribute to the construction of our motherland! Contribute to the Four Modernizations! Train superhumans! Cooperate with the research institute's scientific research tasks! If all else fails, you can stay in the country and keep the peace!

Damn, that's unbelievable! They even went to the Arctic to fish!

Is this what a superpowered person is like?

A colleague handed her a note; it was an instruction from their superior. Qin Mengjin composed herself and said, "Comrade Kang De, a small problem has arisen. Do you have time to return to China now and give us some advice?"

Kang De felt a chill run down his spine and clicked his tongue.

Sure enough, the worst-case scenario happened.

Qin Mengjin listened intently, and the intelligence agents who were also listening to the conversation held their breath.

A burst of static came through the earpiece; it sounded like Kang De had moved the phone. His tone became more serious. "What's the situation? Is it the national situation, or the one involving me?"

Qin Mengjin immediately said, "No, none of that. It has nothing to do with us, but it's something we should pay attention to."

"Oh... what's up?"

"Well... it's a bit inconvenient over the phone, could you perhaps return to your home country?"

"It's alright, you go first, and I'll see whether to return home to discuss it or just go and see what's going on," Kang De asked with a smile. "It's not my business, it's not the country's business, so which country is in deep trouble?"

Upon hearing this, the intelligence agents each submitted their assessments on their computers.

"Tendent to be unaware".

Qin Mengjin was about to continue speaking when suddenly there was a violent gust of wind, followed by the sound of something heavy falling to the ground, and then a strange wailing sound.

"... I think I heard animal sounds." She asked cautiously, "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing," Kang De replied. "I saw an Arctic, and it was so friendly! Just like a dog!"

In the snow, the superhuman discovered a male Arctic out hunting. Overjoyed, he rushed over, but before the nearly three-meter-tall behemoth could stand up and intimidate him, he grabbed its neck with both hands and pressed it down, pinning the 700-kilogram carnivore to the ground. Then he began to furiously rub the bear's head.

The Arctic struggled fiercely, pawing the ground and leaving deep scratches, but to no avail. Kang De rubbed it for a while, then flipped over and straddled its back, slapping its rump. "Climb, climb, climb!"

He seemed to understand the Parrot's happiness.

... Although the Parrot's happiness is also built upon its pain and secret pleasure.

However, bears are canines, and the fact that a polar bear could be so thoroughly rubbed on the head by Terrifying Upright Ape, and that it was probably the first Arctic in its species to be petted like this by humans in many years, must have been secretly pleased.

The Arctic struggled and flailed, even trying to stand up and fall backward, but Kang De held it firmly in his grasp. He stroked the thick, snow-white fur and chuckled, "Hey?"

Qin Mengjin, having received instructions, reported, "Comrade Kang De, a nuclear power plant in Can*da has been attacked by a supernatural force. It's said to be a giant, tens of meters tall, capable of summoning thunder. That giant is currently inside the power plant, leveling buildings and pounding the ground..."

Kang De was startled, then exclaimed with delight, "What goes around comes around!"

Qin Mengjin coughed and said in a strange tone, "Comrade Kang De, the people of Can*da are innocent. This could turn into a humanitarian disaster, and we cannot gloat."

"Tch..." Kang De retorted, "Tell me honestly, aren't you secretly pleased that this happened?"

Qin Mengjin paused for a moment, then said, "I..."

"Think it over before you speak," Kang De said with a smile. "I don't like dishonest children."

"I..." The young woman blushed slightly, looked at her colleagues' gestures, and sighed, "Okay, I admit, I did have that thought, 'You're getting what you deserve.'"

"Really? So you were just pretending to be serious before?"

"You..." Qin Mengjin bit her lip, then received the instruction to "get to the point," and said in a voice barely above a whisper, "I'm just pretending to be serious, okay?"

"Then say something."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Admitting that you're a hypocrite, saying you shouldn't, but secretly feeling great."

Qin Mengjin blushed.

His colleagues were chuckling when suddenly one of the intelligence officers seemed to be deep in thought. A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he nudged his colleague next to him. The highly intelligent elite also realized what was happening.

They quickly typed their new discovery into the computer.

"The target's communication skills with Qin Mengjin have shown a significant increase, for reasons unknown."

The intelligence officer thought for a moment and listed several possibilities, "First, an exceptional performance; second, a sexual urge and interest in Qin Mengjin; third, a sudden surge of interest; fourth..."

Just then, the next level leader finally intervened. "Comrade Kang De, it's me."

"Ah," Kang De greeted, "Old Tian, have you eaten?"

The leader replied, "I'm not as carefree as you... I was just woken up and heard about what happened at Can*da."

Kang De for a moment and said, "It seems you're quite concerned about this matter?"

"Nuclear power plants, although safety is the top priority in their design and operation, are still helpless against this kind of attack, no matter how safe they are designed. Although it wasn't our own house that burned down this time, we still need to take precautions. We were also terrified when we saw what happened at the Can*da."

He glanced at the intelligence officers around him, received a nod of approval from the other side, and said in a calm tone, "Our country's capacity building in this area is just beginning, and we need to rely on your contributions, so we thought of you—in other words, if this kind of thing happened in our country, we would need your help."

"I see," Kang De replied. "Then I'll go see what kind of origin this giant has."

Upon hearing this, the leader breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The intelligence agents also made a gesture.

--Suspicion has been further reduced.

Based on their analysis of Kang De's character profile, this superhuman was both cautious and confident. Caution meant he was extremely careful about people and things he didn't understand, while confidence meant he handled things he could control with swift and decisive action. In other words, if this giant was related to Kang De, he would subconsciously feel that the giant posed no danger to the country, so upon hearing the request, he would directly say no problem.

If he didn't know anything about this giant, Kang De would say something like, "Let me go and see for myself."

Even though this test has already been done once... we still need to continue doing it.

Yes, nowadays, although the country has established more and more strategic cooperation with Kang De, it is also becoming increasingly suspicious and uneasy about the abilities that Kang De has demonstrated.

... And this whole thing is just too suspicious.

During this period, although extraordinary events have occurred one after another in various countries, they have not been very large in scale. Among the major events, the Comora swarm event was related to Kang De, and the London Round Table event was also caused by Kang De. In the former, he beat up France, and in the latter, he angrily killed Britain and took the opportunity to plunder.

The remaining two major events are the massive monster attack, the recently concluded sea monster incident in which a nuclear bomb was lost, and the current giant incident.

Although the latter occurred in Can*da, it is also on the US-Canada border. If nuclear fuel were to leak into Lake Huron, the impact on the American Empire would be far greater than that on Can*da.

That's highly suspicious.

First sea monsters, then giants—the world is so big, yet they keep focusing their efforts on the American Empire, making one wonder about the ideology and class composition of these monsters.

As one intelligence agent wrote, "If the next major supernatural event occurs in Australia, then we will have to start to doubt our reliable allies and comrades again..."

"Furthermore, if the next few major supernatural events happen to occur in countries like Japan, India, Brazil, or Turkey, or if they consistently revolve around the United States and cause immense destruction, but the destruction is primarily focused on damaging the wealth, prestige, and military power of the government and elite, with almost no impact on ordinary people, while China and Russia, which together account for nearly 20% of the world's land area, have never been affected, then perhaps we must seriously question our good comrades..."

At least for now, we need to observe further.

Even if you really have suspicions, there's nothing you can do but secretly investigate his motives.

The leader said sincerely, "If you'd like to go to Can*da, that would be wonderful, but before that, we'd prefer you to return to China so we can discuss a solution."

"Good."

The Phase Door opened. "I've arrived in the Capital. Send a car to pick me up."

We need to dispel their doubts.

Meanwhile, on the Lake Huron, inside Titan, the Phase Door opened, and Parrot swaggered out, a smug smile on its face, "So, now it's my turn to perform?"

In the distance, the rumble of vehicles could be heard; the vanguard of the Can*da 3rd Mechanized Infantry Brigade of the University of California, Berkeley, was approaching.

The White House, the military intelligence operations room.

A Chuan is biting his nails.

"Sir," the Defense Secretary said, "Mr. Trudeau is trying to get through to you by phone through all diplomatic channels. He's terrified. You can't keep ignoring him..."

"What do you know? This is called applying maximum pressure!"

A Chuan shouted triumphantly, then fell into deep thought, "So, their self-initiated air strike has failed?"

"Yes, sir. The fighter jet was captured and slowed down by an unknown force and then attacked. The pilot thought it was experiencing a malfunction, after all, their fighter jet is an old relic... so he ejected."

"Oh, so there's something new." At this moment, A Chuan hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem. He never imagined that the thing that slowed down the fighter jet was a mysterious force capable of overturning the entire modern warfare system. He pondered, "I'm wondering if Kang De really did this."

Ah, here we go again.

The defense minister said helplessly, "Sir! I've already said it, we need evidence!"

"Then go find it!"

How do I find it?

A Chuan, biting his finger, suddenly slammed his hand on the table. "Tell Trudeau that Kang De owns an AWSL Company, which has mercenary business. Go and pay him to solve this!"

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PS1: Six thousand words... I twisted my ring finger yesterday, so it hurts a bit when I type, hence the slow writing. Ah, I'm thinking of trying voice input.

PS2: Damn, this is so embarrassing, I'd better forget about it.