Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Little Bob-Burruo fiddled with the butterfly knife in his hand, looking anxious.

The phone on the table buzzed.

The first big thing he did after taking over his father's business in full, went wrong, which made him both annoyed and embarrassed, but what annoyed him even more was that at this time, the old father called.

What is the content of the phone, one can imagine.

Anyway, not to ask him if he had breakfast on time.

He took a deep breath, waved his hand to let the people in the room go out, and pressed the answer button.

"Father, good morning."

Little Bob tried to make his voice sound as light as possible.

The Bourjou family has an indissoluble bond with the military and war.

In Chinese terms, it is a family of Jiangmen, Bob's grandfather, one of the founders of the French Foreign Legion, and his father, Big Bob, who retired as a member of the Foreign Legion after showing his skills in the Foreign Legion. Mercenaries, this is not the beginning of the fall, but the continuation of the legend.

While serving in the Foreign Legion, Big Bob fought for the interests of France, and as a mercenary, he also fought for the interests of France, but for his own sake.

He became a guest of African warlords, training their armies, and then he recognized the stupid nature of these black rulers' lack of heritage and came up with the idea of ​​replacing them.

He has staged more than a dozen coups in various African countries, most of them successful and sometimes unsuccessful, but usually the failures cannot be attributed to his personal abilities.

For example, the most famous failure was that when the situation was very good, the then US President directly ordered the military to send C130 transport planes to transport pro-US mercenaries to the Congo, and to take the big unaware of this. Mr. Bob rubbed against the ground.

In addition to this poignant failure, his Africa campaign was a huge success, killing more than four African heads of state, supporting the royalists, supporting the opposition, subverting the government, and protecting the government, fickle stance It is just an appearance, because all he supports from beginning to end is the interests of France and Baixi, and the interests of France are the vane of his actions.

And the last and most glorious success of his career directly made him the actual controller of the country of Comora, and then he retired, washed his white, and started a serious business until ten years ago, when he returned to his homeland law Bai Xi, living in peace in a house on the outskirts of Paris.

African countries slowly forgot about the white devil who brought terror and shadow, and in fact, Big Bob never went away, never even left.

Even from far away in Paris, his hawk-like gaze is still fixed on the land of Africa, the dark web cultivated and forged since the 1960s still looms over the country and lands he once cast countless shadows, and until recently, his The business and career were gradually handed over to his son, little Bob.

Because old age is approaching, even the legendary king of mercenaries cannot escape his ultimate fate.

With countless scars on his body from his early experiences, the aging war hyena smells death again—his own.

If there is no accident, he will eventually die of the pain of the past, surrounded by his relatives, in a hospital in Paris, and left this world peacefully.

His relatives will cry, and the newspapers of the Western press will sadly announce the end of an era, lamenting the passing of France's most famous mercenary.

These objective and impartial media people will say with regret that the death of Big Bob Bourjou marked the final end to the dark but romantic era of mercenaries in Africa from the 1960s to the 1990s.

As for what he did in Africa, he summed it up in vague terms like "coups" and "wars."

Only Africans who still remember him and remember that history will applaud, grit their teeth, curse and hate this white man for sullying the country's history, and hate that he has directly and indirectly hurt countless Africans... But black Africans Opinions, who cares?

- But the accident still happened.

Maybe it was an accident, but Big Bob thought it was fate.

At first, the French government contacted him, suggesting that these cunning government officials were vague, but the network and contacts that Big Bob had cultivated in Africa for decades had already found out everything he wanted to know for him - and then he felt Absurdity, disbelief, then joy, and then frenzy.

He, Bob Bourjo, traversed Africa in his early years, experienced countless wars, large and small, launched a dozen coups, and controlled a country. Failure and death are not his turn, he has been alive.

When he was about to die of old age, he actually discovered such a thing.

The location where that maddening secret was hidden was actually the Komora under his control.

So he firmly believed that he was the chosen one.

His life will not end there, but will continue! It's destiny!

To this end, he did not hesitate to use Komora as a bait, cooperated with the French and Baixi government, and staged a big show to deceive the world, because the puppet king of Komora was unwilling to give up the sacred king's tomb, because there was also a tomb on the side of Biagun. A king's tomb, the tombs on both sides have to be excavated, in order to master the secret that is enough to make the world go crazy - yes, such an opportunity should be owned by Big Bob Burro!

The current situation presents him with an excellent opportunity.

The French government is not sure what is in the mausoleum. It is better that Bob has worked hard in Comora for decades, and has already studied the records of the royal family and the remnants of history. In order to avoid causing the attention and vigilance of the other four permanent members, he can only bet on Big Bob, expecting that this old friend can serve the interests of Fabaixi as always.

But Big Bob didn't think so.

This gift was given by fate, and it should be his own!

No human being would refuse such a temptation.

Break the fate of death and continue the life that should end.

He, Big Bob Burrow, will be given a new lease of life!

To this end, he used almost all his wealth and connections, put most of his heart and blood pressure on the gambling table, and sent his son with the most elite forces to Comora to implement this plan.

The plan went very smoothly.

until last night.

And that's why he called his son.

"Do you have something to say to me?"

Big Bob's voice was old and peaceful, but to Little Bob's voice, there was an irresistible majesty.

Little Bob took a deep breath and said, "Father, I'm sorry, something went wrong, but we've got the most important treasure, and we're about to start the second phase of the plan..."

"-Where are you right now then?"

"At the Palace of Comora, father."

The next moment, Big Bob's angry voice rang from his mobile phone: "Why are you still there? Hurry up and throw a few mortars at the French embassy, ​​and then immediately return to Biagan to prepare to excavate the great ruins!"

Little Bob's wings are very hard. Of course, he is very upset that a big man in his forties is still being reprimanded as a dog by his father. He is now the person in charge of the Bourjo family business.

"But father, things haven't been done yet," he retorted. "We haven't caught King Comora, and besides the plan to blame Biagan, aren't we going to use the Chinese instead?"

"But where are all the Chinese you arrested now? Are you still planning to hide from me! Don't you realize the seriousness of the problem!"

Big Bob growled on the phone, "Do I need to remind you? The defenders of the King's Tomb! Nearly 80 employees and over 200 local armed forces! Was attacked by heavy artillery last night! Then! All! Gone! Disappeared! It's gone! It's all **** gone! There's not a single corpse left!"

"There is no sign of large-scale transportation! Only the camp that was smashed into ruins! The chariot that was blown up to scrap metal! There is also a thirty-centimeter-thick iron gate with two footprints! Thirty centimeters!"

The old man was panting on the phone, and his anger was like a storm, making little Bob shudder.

"Then I ask you, I will give you eight hundred people, can you do it?"

"Think about what they reported to you before the MIA."

"Sentry was killed silently."

"The heavily fortified tomb of the king was quietly infiltrated."

"Our trained employees are being slaughtered one by one!"

Big Bob raised his voice: "Why don't you run away? Why stay in Komora? Do you think it is safe there? Do you think it is more difficult to sneak into the palace than the tomb of the king? You think there will be that us there. Do you still not know whose enemy is?"

The old French man's roar almost shattered the phone.

"—Do you think the enemies we face are just a bunch of mortals?"

That's the only point.

After these words were shouted, the father and son fell silent.

No one spoke.

After a long time, Big Bob's voice sounded faintly.

"My son, you've seen that thing, and you should know what it means."

Little Bob swallowed.

A fan of the authorities, it was only after his father's awakening that he realized the seriousness of the problem.

Although he paid attention to it before, he didn't think about it at this level, thinking that it was an elite and powerful enemy.

He whispered: "Yes, father... This world is not as ordinary as we think."

"Then you know what to do."

"Yes, father, I will leave at once, now."

"Stay safe, my son, my treasure, I'm counting on you."

"Understood, Father, I love you."

Hanging up the phone, little Bob took a deep breath and looked at the suitcase in the room, which was a nuclear-grade lead sealed box that sealed off that mysterious and charming strange thing.

He came to the door, opened the door, and the subordinate who was waiting outside said, "Sir?"

"Make arrangements, we have to leave secretly, just in case, don't want a convoy, order a convoy to drive out in 20 minutes, as a bait, to test if anyone is following."

"Adrian, go pick up that Chinese, bring him here, and knock him out if necessary."

"As for us..."

A light flashed in little Bob's eyes: "Bernard, Thomas is stationed at the police station now, right? Call him and let him prepare the convoy."

"There is an underground passage in the palace. We left from the secret passage and walked to the police station to get on the bus."

"August, you know where the entrance to the secret passage is, take someone to check it and make way for us."

His confidants led away one after another, and the remaining two were protecting little Bob with him.

"Sir." one of them asked, "do we still need to bring that Chinese?"

A look of annoyance flashed across Little Bob's face.

Getting Kang Jinzhu to do things originated from one... no, two accidents.

First of all, they overestimated the work level of black soldiers and workers. They were actually less reliable than the French. They recruited and captured the black people who came to excavate the tomb. Completely shut down.

Because Bob's father and son colluded with French Baixi and had their own plans, they didn't want the government to get involved too much, so they secretly contacted the country and used their personal connections to contact a reliable engineer who was good at blasting and experienced, and let him stay overnight. Take a special flight.

The accident happened again.

The day before the departure, the Frenchman's spirit of passion for freedom made the engineer put on a yellow vest, becoming a beautiful landscape of the Arc de Triomphe, and participating in the raging peace movement.

Then got arrested.

When little Bob heard about it, he was furious. For the same reason, he didn't dare to seek help from the government, so he had no choice but to find strong men in Comora, and happened to find out that there was a local engineering company.

So the people from Kang Jin Bamboo Company were caught in one pot.

Later, I considered that after the excavation of the ruins, these Chinese people must die if they see something they shouldn't see. Since they have to be silenced, why not use it as waste?

The original plan was to send a few mortars to the French embassy, ​​so that the government could dispatch troops in a rage and deal with Biagan.

Then the accident happened.

The mausoleum camp was dumped, and the Chinese detained in it disappeared.

Thinking of this, little Bob was even more annoyed.

"No way, I still need him now." He said, "Just an ordinary Chinese, except for his son who is far away in China, no one really wants to save him, and there will be no trouble. "

At the same time, in the secret passage leading to the outside world, two sneaky figures were slowly approaching.

The deputy listened to the sound from outside the sewers, and said to the leader: "There seems to be no one in the palace, sir, have all the troops been sent to the streets?"

"Quiet."

They moved forward quietly until they came to a dilapidated house full of dust, slowly pushed aside the drawer, and came up vigilantly.

The next moment, the door was pushed open.

Mercenaries and mercenaries, whites and yellows, peers looked at each other.

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PS1: The first update, four thousand words! Chapter 2 is about twelve o'clock!