Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

In a mansion in Belgrade, Kirov's cigar blazed brightly.

Dimitri connected the satellite phone to the external device, one connected to the speaker so that the call could be played out, and the other connected to the high-fidelity earphones, and handed it to the translator he found.

"Show your 200% service spirit and professional attitude. This is a big customer with noble morals and humanitarian feelings. It proves to me that the remuneration paid to you is enough to match your value."

Mao Zi pointed at the interpreter who was sitting upright with a cigar.

The tone is somewhat meaningful.

He added: "Trust me, you wouldn't want me to ask for a substitution."

The interpreter is a Serbian, dressed in a straight suit, well-groomed beard, tall, fair-skinned, with the demeanor of a white elite, and looks very reliable, even if he appears on Wall Street.

He bowed his head politely, as if he did not understand the threat of the other party.

"Understood, sir, I am ready."

Kirov nodded, then leaned out and said to the phone, "Brother, it's time to start."

Kant's voice sounded in the stereo and headphones at the same time: "Is it translated?"

"Well, he'll talk to you."

The white Serbian elite showed a formal polite smile, and blurted out in standard eighth-level Mandarin: "Dear sir, I'm Mari Seiler, and it's a pleasure to serve you."

The respected gentleman replied: "Hello, Mali, I have something to tell this Nico, you can translate it for you."

"Yes, please let him speak."

"it is good."

Mari Saylor and Kirov and Dimitri all listened with bated breath.

Then…

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

The cry was so miserable that Kirov and the interpreter were all startled, and Dimitri, who was born in the signal flag, raised his eyebrows and seemed to realize the other party's situation.

"Um..." As expected of an elite translator, Marie Seiler quickly calmed down. His expression remained the same, and he said tentatively, "I think... this is just a scream?"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

More miserable screams of pain came out.

But it only lasted for a few seconds, and then it turned into a low whimper, and Kant's voice sounded again: "Well, I heard it too, so please tell this Nige."

"If he wants to continue screaming, I'll peel off his skin and let him leave here and scream until he breathes. I don't care if he's dead or alive, because there are still many soldiers like him. It's not difficult to catch one, there will always be Nico who is willing to speak, so if he doesn't want to, just close his screaming mouth and answer my question!"

Maricele took a deep breath and translated the ultimatum into English with both form and spirit.

Biagun was a British colony in history. For a long time, English was the official language, but it was abolished on the surface, but the king of Biagun, who was famous for his mouth cannon, never announced a new official language after abolishing it. What is the language is also quite confusing.

In fact, English is still the official language of Biagun, and English has always been taught in schools.

Of course the soldiers understood.

The interpreter hired by Kirov not only accurately translated the language, tone and context, but also improvised in a very standard London accent, rehearsing the arrogance and intimidation of the aboriginal people by the vicious British colonists. As if dreaming back to the eighteenth century.

The Nabiang soldiers were clearly taken aback.

I don't know which factor was deterred by it.

"Very well, you ask him, where did the Chinese here go?"

Mariselle translated this sentence.

The black man said weakly: "I...I-don't-know..."

"Oh, no need to translate, I can understand this sentence."

Kant said this, and then...

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

This kind of scream was even more terrifying. Even Dimitri's face showed a look of surprise. With his rich experience, he could not hear what kind of punishment Kant was imposing.

"...Tell him!" Before the translator could show his expression, Kant's voice sounded again, "I don't like this answer, ask him if he has anything else to say or forget! I'll give him one last chance, otherwise I'll also hang him outside and peel him off! Then go find someone else!"

-same.

Kirov looked at Dimitri in amazement.

Dimitri nodded at him.

The old man shuddered.

After Mary Seiler translated this sentence, the black man wailed: "NOOOOOOO!"

—This time it was obviously not because of pain, but despair and fear.

The translator was thinking about what to say, and the black man shouted a paragraph of English.

"He said wait! He said Major Ossas knew! He didn't know where the Chinese were taken, but he knew who took them! It was Major Ossas! The Major took it!"

Perhaps the screams of the black people were too sincere, and the white elite translators were also substituted into the atmosphere of despair and fear, and Maricelle's voice was a little more anxious.

Kant asked, "Where the **** is Major Ossas?"

Mariceller yells: "where-is-fxcking-Oschatz!"

After the Negro finished crying and shouting, Maricelle translated: "The barracks north of Sammyli, the Major is there! The Major is there! I swear! He must be there!"

"oh, good, good, thanks—I want to know the details of that base."

Translated by Mary Seiler, the frightened black man knows everything.

"Let him take me there, and ask him if he wants to."

Immediately after the translation, a crazy yes rang out on the phone.

"Mali? Thank you for your thoughtful and meticulous translation service. I will call you later, Kirov. You are looking for a very good person. Thank you. Also, help me find the photo of this Major Osas."

"No problem, bro, even Biaguns have government websites, it's easy to find."

Kant's calm words put an end to this translation exchange. After the voice of hanging up the phone, Kirov and Mari let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

The sweat on the translator's face suddenly came out.

"Hold…"

Kirov wasn't much better either.

He waved his hand: "Dimitri, pour him a glass of wine, I want it too."

After the arms dealer finished speaking, he patted his chest and let out a long sigh: "Damn, I knew that this must be a murderous big man..."

On this side, Kant buried the two guard dogs who were guarding the house but encountered niggas.

Then Bu covered Lao Hei's face and carried him away from the company's premises.

After leaving the city, he summoned the Iron Son and stuffed the old Hei into the passenger seat. This is the guide.

"Tell-me," Kant said, "which-way."

He had already accumulated enough tyrannical impressions in the other person's heart, and the black man with the big and the third thick huddled in the driver's seat like a little girl and sobbed softly.

Kant glanced at it, and he immediately pointed the way frantically, sir, this-way.

The Hummer started, bypassed the Sangmi calendar, and headed east.

According to Lao Hei, that place was originally the military camp of Komora. It is said that as soon as the Biagang Tian Army arrived, the defenders of Komora fled. Now the military camp is occupied by Biagan, and there are about 300 soldiers stationed there. Of course, not It is said that there are 300 people in the military camp, and these 300 people are stationed to monitor the security and traffic of Sang Mili and the surrounding townships, especially now, many people are looking for fun outside.

Kant frowned.

Biagang's invading army was about 1,000 people, and Comora's defense army was more than 900 people. The two sides were evenly matched, but the war obviously couldn't count the number of people, especially Biagang was still on the side of the aggression. You're about to get into troublesome security battles.

Even with his barren knowledge of warfare, he knew that it would be insane to allocate a third of his troops to guard an area under such circumstances.

Brother, you only have a thousand people.

But Biagun did just that.

A "big city" like Sammy Calendar, Comora, and two more.

Has it been won? That's why you dare to be so rude, and you still play division?

But this kind of problem is obviously not something that a black soldier can understand and understand.

So Kant did not ask in detail.

That Major Ossas must have known.

About an hour later, the barracks was already in sight. Kant looked through the binoculars. It was indeed a barracks, with well-regulated walls and guardrails, a large area of ​​permanent barracks similar to a warehouse, and a beautiful white building. The second floor is said to be. It was the residence of Major Ossas.

Ask clearly.

Kant looked at the black man, and the black man looked at Kant.

Then he said lightly: "bye, Nger."

The Hummer door opened automatically, and the black man looked excited. He leaned forward and wanted to rush down. The next moment, a hand pressed on his head, and with a click, he twisted 180 degrees.

The corpses were thrown out of the car like rag dolls.

Kirov has sent the picture of the black major.

Kant took a few glances and carefully remembered what this guy looked like. He took the Lynx rifle in the back seat, covered his face with a scarf, and moved his body.

The Humvee's engine roared, and Horus asked, "Father, did you sneak past?"

"why?"

Kant checked the magazine and said casually: "Don't you understand? Going stealth and using the gun to hold this guy's head, it's hard for him to realize what happened, it's hard for him to be scared, and it's hard to make him I cooperate willingly, I don't want to waste time, and I don't want to bother to torture and threaten him, so..."

He loaded the long, large magazine with a clicking sound.

"Let's go straight in, kill everyone in front of him, and then ask him again."

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PS1: The second update, three thousand words...

PS2: Damn, I've been really diligent recently, I'm going to be on the update list, the votes! What about the blade! Hand them all in!