Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"Kirov, I want a takeaway."

Kant said so.

The business came to the door, which should have been happy.

Especially in the business of arms dealers, they can eat for three years after opening. The customers are still strong, financially and generous. Kirov should be enthusiastic and happy to receive such an order call.

But this time, he only felt a...

Brother, the plane and ammunition you bought is enough to plow the entire Comora again, right?

Why do you still want it?

Even though Kirov has been in the arms trade for many years, he has long been bold and still feels guilty.

Over the years, he has traveled all over the world, covering Southeast Asia, Central America, South America, Africa and many other chaotic places. He has dealt with many tyrants, scumbags, butchers and lunatics. He has already seen the evil of human nature with his own eyes, and morality is in his eyes. It was just a joke, he thought he was fearless, but Kant, a young man who had only known him for less than two days, gave him a great sense of oppression and fear.

This Chinese is different from those tyrants, scumbags, butchers and lunatics.

The source of power for those warlords and dictators is wealth, armies, weapons, oil, land, and the support of the United States, which is why they dare to do whatever they want.

Killing people, keeping slaves, inflicting torture, watching gladiator fights, they trample on all public order and morality, they consider themselves noble by nature, but when they lose their trust, they will howl like pigs and dogs, just like the creatures they trample. , was tortured by humiliation, tortured to death.

Without what they depended on, these people were nothing but lowly beings twisted like maggots.

But this Chinese named Kant is different.

The man is not crazy because he has power, but he gains strength because of his madness.

The essential difference between the two is that the young Chinese bought a whole transport plane of arms to rescue his father in Africa, but Kirov faintly felt that even without this plane and arms, Kant could achieve his goal. And kill anyone he wants to kill.

— So what is his purpose in buying more arms?

There is only one answer.

He wants more revenge on his father's kidnappers, and doesn't mind letting the war escalate.

- But I don't mind!

I just want to sell some arms, I don't want to attract the attention of the five permanent members because of a massacre that shocked the world, and then be investigated by the Interpol all the way to my head!

The international order on the bright side strictly prohibits arms smuggling, but the world is not black and white. There is another dark order that is inhumane to outsiders. To a certain extent by acquiescence—provided you don’t make such a mess that an assault rifle with the fingerprints of the President of the United States appears at the scene of a massacre.

will die.

He should have simply and rudely refused, then hung up the phone and deleted the contact information in one go, hiding as far as possible, but with the phone in his hand, he didn't say anything except subconsciously swallowing a few saliva.

There are some people in this world, even if you are thousands of miles away from him, you have only one relationship with him, and you can cut off contact at any time... and you still don't have the courage to reject him.

The words on the lips have changed their taste: "You... what are you going to have?"

Kant thought for a while: "Cluster bombs, cloud bombs, sand-lin, thermobaric bombs... Are there any?"

From the other end of the phone came the voice of Maozi squirting water: "These are things that even the five largest arms dealers in the world dare not sell! Some are even banned by international conventions! If I have these on my shelf Things, Xie Ligan is not qualified to talk to me! And it's expensive!"

"Is that so." Kant thought for a while, "What about 155mm or 152mm howitzers? Self-propelled anti-aircraft guns, Vulcan machine guns, shore-based naval guns, I remember that you moved AK-130 naval guns to shore, and also There is Phalanx, by the way, I have seen the 'Death Combine Harvester' produced by Russia on the Internet..."

"…"

Kirov was silent for a while.

Then he said in a sincere tone: "Big brother, boss, I'm just an arms retailer, wholesale small-caliber guns and ammunition, recycle used weapons and sell them to people in need, that's all, my ability and connections are all It is limited, the heavy weapons at the platoon level are already the limit, this world is cold and real, and there are some things that even money can’t buy…”

"It is not your financial strength that restricts purchases, but your power and my status."

"Especially what you want. In Africa, no country will use these things systematically in a war. The AK rifle is the real weapon of mass destruction."

"In today's world, large-caliber howitzers, self-propelled anti-aircraft guns, combat vehicles and naval guns are regular arms sales between countries. They are efficient but expensive, and even small countries can't afford them. Wuchang does not allow a warlord or dictatorial madman To get such a terrible weapon, money and class are not connected in some cases."

"Just as Zuckerberg couldn't bring a Zumwalt destroyer back to his private island, Jeff Bezos couldn't buy a B-2 bomber back to park at his private airport, even with their financial resources, Enough to buy a dozen or dozens of them - but they can't even buy a hair."

"I said that, sir, do you understand?"

Kirov swears that since graduating from high school, he has never been so patient and gentle in explaining a complex issue...even in the face of a country's president or general.

Kant was silent for a while, and then said: "Two questions."

Kirov was refreshed: "You said?"

"How can I successfully buy those weapons just now?"

"Obviously." Mao Zi said without hesitation, "If you conduct military procurement as a regular country, you can get these weapons completely legally and without risk."

"Or throw an olive branch as a powerful warlord and sign various agreements with the target country other than arms trade, such as politics, such as economic and trade orders... You understand."

"Is that so..."

On the other end of the phone, Kant muttered to himself, his eyes dark and deep.

Then he said: "Then the second question, Kirov, do you sell individual shells?"

"...you mean?"

Kant turned his neck: "I mean, if I seized something like a 155 howitzer in Comora, but the ammunition is limited and I need to purchase the corresponding shells, do you have a solution?"

"This can be..."

Maozi said hesitantly: "After all, the shells and ammunition have a lot of room for manipulation. It is very convenient to report the consumption of the exercise and dispose of the waste, at least it is more convenient than the weapons themselves... Have you already captured them?"

"No, but you can stock up."

Kant said: "It will be seized - this is the traditional art of our Chinese nation."

Without waiting for Kirov to say anything, he continued: "In addition, APEI ammunition also needs to be replenished, I need more RPG rockets and AGS-17 30mm caliber grenades, Kirov, I also need high power, Wide range, long range, inexpensive weapon..."

A flash of light flashed in Kirov's mind.

When he entered the state, he became a dead businessman who did not mind doing business with demons without any scruples. Almost immediately, he thought of the most suitable product.

"Why don't you try your country's domestic products? The 63 towed 107mm rocket launcher, which is also known as the three major guerrilla weapons along with Akka 47 and RPG, is inexpensive, easy to operate, and can be found all over the place."

"very good."

Kant was concise and sounded satisfied.

He and Kirov finalized the specific quantity, Maozi promised to use the greatest efforts to stock up, and at the same time still tremblingly reminded Kant that if he made a big move, such as burning the capital of Komora to the ground, then Wuchang It will definitely let him know what is resolute and resolute and what is international order.

"Don't worry, I'm not crazy."

"…"

This really left Kirov speechless.

"By the way - can you get mines?"

- You said you weren't crazy!

Kirov sighed.

Kant has been talking to him in a polite tone, but for some reason, the unease and fear in his heart have grown, as if he is not communicating with a harmless Chinese, but a **** terrifying demon. He doesn't know if it's his own delusion or a mental problem. Anyway, he has an inexplicable sharp intuition these days... Maybe it's just some kind of mental stress.

But he did find Kant terrifying.

I am also reluctant to have any unpleasant conflicts with this Chinese.

Anyway, the one plane of ammunition this guy bought from me is enough to kill all the people in a city. If that's the case, then I'll sell him some more, and things won't get any worse.

If he is really crazy, something will happen no matter what. Since something will happen, it may involve me, so why don't I make a lot of money?

—The arms dealer persuaded himself like this.

"Well, well, my brother, I have, of course, and a lot."

"You know, due to the constraints of international public opinion and the difficulty of cleaning up, there is a large stockpile of this stuff... What type do you need? Anti-infantry or anti-armor?"

"infantry."

"What kind? Fragmentation or blasting?"

"scrap."

Kirov talked about this, really familiar: "So, which one do you prefer?"

"A Type 72 anti-infantry mine with a weight of one kilogram and a charge of 122 grams produced in your country?"

"A BLU42 anti-infantry mine with a weight of 470 grams and a charge of 60 grams produced in the United States?"

"—Or is it a MOH200 anti-infantry mine from the Great Soviet, with a weight of 25,000 grams, a charge of 12,000 grams, a killing range of 200 meters, and a four-sided enemy?"

"...The one at the back is an anti-infantry mine?"

"Yes, comrade."

Kirov replied solemnly: "The definition of infantry in the Great Soviet Red Army is slightly different from that of other countries - whether it is in a truck, in an infantry chariot, or even in a tank, even if It's in a helicopter, and as long as it's a human, it's an infantry."

"Your mines are still anti-helicopter?"

"…Yes, comrade, although the helicopter was not designed to kill, the MOH200 does have a record of shooting down a helicopter, and that was in Afghanistan."

Having said this, Kirov's tone became a little weird and awkward: "The only problem is that the helicopter is our own Soviet..."

...It's really gross.

"Sounds good - give me five hundred first."

"...It's impossible to mobilize so many at a time, and it's heavy."

"Then do your best to collect them. In addition, I also need anti-aircraft guns and machine guns. No matter what brand it is, no matter how old it is, as long as it can be fired, I want all of them."

After discussing some details, Maozi takes two to three days to prepare the goods, and then deliver them by air. As for where to deliver, how to deliver, and how to deliver, we will talk about it later.

Kant calculated the time, and it was still affordable. On the other side, it would take at least one day for Aang and the others to arrive at Danfeng Lucerne, and seven days on the earth side, more than enough.

In terms of the intensity of the war, the situation on the other side of the world is even more dangerous. On the earth side, he not only has to rescue his father, but also try to obtain more, bigger and stronger weapons.

Either buy, steal, or rob.

"Is it a good harvest? Father?"

After hanging up the phone, Iron Son's question came from the car stereo.

Hummer rumbling south, across the desolate Gobi, night has slowly come.

"It's okay," he said. "It depends on what the mercenary friends brought us."

A large amount of fuel was found in the military camp that was ravaged and strangled by Kant, and the content of the arsenal was lackluster, but there were many building materials and even industrial explosives accumulated in the warehouse. For excavation... how can there be such a thing in the military camp?

Listening to Osasus, this was delivered here by the mercenaries. What do they want these things for?

Regardless of what happened, Kant collected these things together with Horus, and then threw them all back to the white fog space.

What conspiracy is hidden in this invasion war, what are the mercenaries coming for, and what is the purpose of kidnapping the Chinese—he doesn't care.

All he wanted was to save his father, get the weapons, and blow up all the hostile creatures.

This is the only battle plan.

The sky is getting darker, the moon is rising, and night is falling. It is hard to see lights in Comora. Electricity is still a luxury resource. Kant has arrived at the small town west of Moani, the capital of Comora, and can be seen from a mountain. In the distant city, there are faint bright lights, and you can even see the trajectory of tracer bullets in the air, as well as the sporadic sound of guns.

There seems to be a fight there.

Kant looked at the red dots of light in the town with his life detection vision.

There are many, the power supply is sufficient, the armed, and the patrolling.

Not difficult to locate.

A beige three-story house, Osas said, where he escorted the Chinese.

But as far as life can see, there is no crowd that is restrained and unable to move.

Hold.

Kant's face sank.

He got out of the car and came to the door of this three-story building with a wall, and slammed the iron door.

"Is anyone here?"

he asked in English.

Soon, someone came towards him, and the bright flashlight shone on his face, which was very dazzling, but Kant's eyes did not blink, looking at the other's face against the strong light.

is a white man.

"Who the **** are you?" The fully-armed white man approached and stared, "Get out of here!"

"I'm here to find someone." Condela took off the scarf, revealed his face, and said lightly, "I'm Chinese, and I'm here for my compatriots... Can you tell me where they are?"

The light of the flashlight dyed the yellow skin white, so that the man didn't see something wrong at first, but after hearing "Chinese", the white skin's complexion changed suddenly, and he raised the gun: "fxck!"

He was about to raise his gun when Kant had already punched.

There was a bang, and the railing of the iron gate was broken and bent by a fist.

Kant punched out, pierced the railing, changed his claws halfway, grabbed the opponent's throat, and pulled back. , slanted out from the back of the head, bringing out a bunch of brain flowers.

Kant twisted the iron lock, opened the iron door, took off two iron bars, lifted his foot and stepped on the other's back, the body that was half lying on the iron door twitched immediately, and his mouth was covered with half of his head. It was completely torn apart, and the blood spurted out like a fountain, sputtering to the ground more than ten meters ahead.

Someone in the house had already heard the movement and was looking out of the window. Kant swung his arm, and two pieces of iron rod shot out like a short spear. The window was shattered. The spear had passed through, and the corpse fell straight after a moment.

Someone rushed out from the gate, but Kant was faster than him, stepped on his foot, recoiled and leaped, his body slammed out like a cannonball, his shoulders slanted, and the center was full, smashing the man's sternum, and driving the dead body directly. Smashed through the door on the first floor, rushed into the entrance, and splintered wood, glass, and earth and stones.

The first floor, the second floor and the third floor were all in chaos, footsteps and shouts filled the whole house.

Kant raised his left hand, the electric light was dazzling, and the dazzling light of thunder rushed into a socket. The chaotic thunder and lightning raging and roaring swept the entire room, the lights suddenly went out, and everything fell into darkness.

The voices of the enemy grew alarmed, and someone turned on a flashlight or lit a lighter.

But the hunter walked in the darkness, chasing the light to hunt, and the gunshots kept ringing, and they soon returned to silence.

Although the father and the others seem to have been transferred, the goal is still clear, and the clues are still unbroken.

It doesn't matter even if it is broken, the leader of the mercenary army, the king of Biagan, always has a way, but the goal is to rescue his father, so he should follow the clues, there is no need to go farther.

Stun everyone here first.

Then ask one by one, kill one by one.

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