Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Daniel Monet had a long, long dream.

He dreamed of his hometown, the small town of Annecy in Haute-Savoie. The beautiful castle of the Palais de la Ile was located between the canals. The terraces between the rivers were fragrant with the fragrance of flowers. The air was filled with cool water vapor, which was humid and warm. Cozy, far better than the dry, hot and desolate ghost place of Comora.

Dreaming of returning to his hometown, he misses everything in his hometown.

"wake-up!"

Such a call came from the river and the breeze that roamed in my hometown.

He was enjoying the breeze of his hometown, but he felt that his head was patted, and English came from his ear, calling for him to wake up.

No, I don't want to wake up...

"I-need-you-to-wake-up!"

Half asleep, half awake, in a trance, he saw someone shaking in front of him, and then heard the blade break through the air.

The severe pain pierced into the thigh, forcibly pulling him back from the dream to reality, Daniel Monet stared blankly at the dagger on his thigh, and twisted the hand holding the dagger.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Severe pain, dazed after waking up from a coma, and in a short period of daze, he has not yet recalled why he was sitting here, why he was tied to a chair by others, he subconsciously raised his head to see who the murderer was, but I saw the scene reflected in the candlelight in the darkness.

The blood quickly faded from his face, and Daniel's eyes froze. Then, an unprecedented fear burst out with tears and snot, causing him to let out a scream full of despair.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

His comrades-in-arms, subordinates and friends of the mercenaries are all here, all looking at him, but only the heads are left, and the heads are hanging on chairs, tables, and even hanging from ceiling fans. It was blood, and there was still a lingering despair and fear in the eyes of the dead.

And in this hellish nightmarish scene, a calm and clean-looking Chinese man was sitting, holding a mobile phone and placing it on the table beside him on a stand.

"Who are you, who are you! Why are you doing this! God! Help! Help!"

Daniel let out a burst of cries.

He finally remembered what had happened earlier, a loud noise, and then darkness, someone rushed directly into their stronghold, the battle began, and soon ended.

He was knocked out, and when he woke up, he sat here, tied up, surrounded by blood like hell.

On the opposite side sat a young man with clean clothes and a calm and friendly expression.

"Hey," he said, "I thought you mercenaries were all tough guys."

A French translation came on the phone.

Maybe it was the voice of the translator who came from the phone that comforted the French a little bit. After all, the other party was a human who wanted to use modern electronic equipment and language translation to complete the communication, not some bloodthirsty and powerful demon, the French cried. : "Why are you doing this! What do you want! Who the **** are you!?"

"Why do you do this? I was going to say—do you need a reason to kill you?"

"But let me explain to you."

"I was just at the door, knocked on the door, your companion told me to get out, I took off my scarf, told him I was Chinese, I came for a group of kidnapped Chinese, asked where they were, and they were about to shoot ."

"The suspicion was settled almost at once, didn't it?"

"And then he died."

"You all have guns. You kidnapped my compatriots and relatives. You made hostile actions, so I killed you all. There should be no problem with this logic."

"Especially your army that invades a sovereign country and even kidnapped Chinese citizens. I think the term terrorist is more suitable for you than mercenaries. Similarly, the Geneva Convention may not apply to you, right? How about it? , do you know what happened to the Chinese?"

The tone of the Chinese is very calm, and the tone of the translation is also very calm, but it is too calm, especially when this calm contrasts with the blood and heads in the field, which is even more terrifying.

"Daniel Monet from Annecy, Haute-Savoie, France, I know who you are. Your subordinates have explained your identity and name. You are their leader and the person in charge here."

"They don't know more information, so they're here, you better make sure you know enough, because I'm in a hurry."

On the phone came the French that Daniel could understand.

Aggressive.

Kant took out his mobile phone and held it to the other side.

From the album shared by his father, the photos of the characters he picked out, the members of the company, one after another, the picture flashed in front of Daniel's eyes.

"I'm here for these Chinese people."

"I came here thousands of miles from China for only one reason, you kidnapped my father."

"I came from Seligal to Comora, I chased from my father's quarters to Biagan's barracks, and then here, I can't remember how many people I killed, I don't care, I just know that if it can be achieved I can I don't mind killing another hundred, two hundred, three hundred."

"Answer my question now, or you can be a tough guy. In fact, I prefer you to be a tough guy, firm and unyielding, clenching your teeth."

"Then I can destroy you, destroy everything you have, and make you speak."

"Destroy a tough guy and make him completely collapse, then the facts he confesses must be complete and infallible, and if he actively confesses from the beginning, his confession may be doubtful."

"Is this idea okay?"

He leaned forward and looked into each other's eyes.

"say."

He said calmly: "Let me see if you are lying or concealing."

That expressionless expression, combined with the surrounding heads, blood, and terror, is really shocking. When have people on earth ever seen such a scene.

Daniel's heart defense collapsed from the beginning, and now he has no courage at all. There are large wet marks on his trousers, and he doesn't even dare to say nonsense like "don't kill me".

"…tomb!"

"The Chinese have been sent to the king's tomb north of Moyani!" he shouted in a weeping voice!

"Mausoleum?" Kant said coldly, "What did you bring the Chinese there for?"

"I don't know! I really don't know! I only know what they are digging there! Originally they were going to imprison all the Chinese here, but something went wrong and they needed the help of the Chinese, so I took them with me. It's there! I don't know the specific situation! I really don't know!"

Kant thought of the building materials and industrial explosives that had accumulated in the barracks.

His father is related. He inherited his father's business and also worked as a civil engineer. This is his college major, and he has also been taught by his father's professional influence. He recognized at a glance that those building materials and explosives were used for excavation.

He asked, "You fought for Biagan and entered Comora to dig that king's tomb?"

Daniel said sadly: "I don't know! I just obey orders, I don't know these things, I swear I really don't know! Please, believe me, please believe me!"

Kant took out the map: "...Location."

Daniel cried and indicated that this place is actually a scenic spot, and was even marked by Google Maps. He thought about it and asked, "Which company's mercenaries are you, and who is your boss?"

Talking about this issue, a hint of hesitation and fear flashed on Daniel's face.

Kant glanced at him.

With just one glance, he made him weigh the pros and cons, and immediately sold his boss: "Little Bob! Our boss is Little Bob!"

On the phone, Kirov, who had been silent all the time, said in surprise, "Bob Bourjo! It's actually him!"

Kant raised his eyebrows: "Celebrities?"

"Not only a celebrity, but also the king of mercenaries. He has successfully launched coups in more than ten countries. He is a black glove not recognized by the French government and assassinated several kings and presidents!"

When Kirov said this, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course, this is Big Bob, who has already retired. He is talking about Little Bob, the son of this Big Bob, but the problem is that although Big Bob has retired Yes, but he is still the actual behind-the-scenes controller of Komora. In Chinese, he is Taishanghuang..."

Maozi obviously couldn't understand such an operation: "It was actually entered into Komora as an army hired by Biagan. No wonder we won all the way. Are you beating yourself?"

Arms dealers have also seen a lot of farce or operation of regime change, stupid, shrewd, perfect, unfortunately... many, many.

He pondered: "Could it be that this king is not very obedient? What else is in the tomb?"

"Yes or not, and why, we will soon find out."

Kant said: "If you are interested, please help me find out what the excuse and reason for King Biagun's war was, and also help me to find out what happened to the tomb of King Comora."

"OK."

The whereabouts of the father and the others have been asked, and the real culprit who caused all this has been known. This time, the torture has been a complete success.

Satisfied, Kant stood up and picked up the phone.

"By the way, help me find out where Big Bob is now."

"I'm afraid Big Bob is not in Africa now. He has been retired for a long time." Kirov said inexplicably, "It's Little Bob who does things in Africa. What are you doing to check his father?"

Kande said calmly: "What do you say?"

Kirov stopped talking.

Kant immediately hung up the phone and smiled at Daniel.

A few minutes later, he left the three-story building, and the body in front of the iron gate was still lying there.

The night is deep, dark, and there are no human beings. If Komora develops in the future, it will become a well-known haunted house, or the origin of some urban legend, or the inspiration for horror games.

The Hummer roared and continued on its way.

"Rescue father and things will be fine."

Kant leaned on the seat and let the car bump, and the night scene on both sides whizzed by. He narrowed his eyes and murmured, "It will get better..."

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PS1: Second update! Update 8,000 words today! Vote vote!

PS2: Good night, good night, I fell asleep, ah, the thigh workshop is still two weeks away from unlocking...