Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Earlier this morning, journalist Alina White from England, along with photographers, set up their cameras on top of a rented building.

Comora was just an accident, and it was not her job as a war correspondent.

When the war broke out, she was in the desolate wilderness of neighboring Seligal, photographing and tracking the destructive development and looting of Western capital in backward African countries.

When the environmental protection issue is in full swing and is being used by politicians, capitalists and businessmen with ulterior motives, Elina also feels that she is qualified to make a big news. These disgusting guys are pointing fingers at the emissions of the third world, then let the public see, there are How responsible big business is doing in Africa.

Hearing that there was a war in Comora, which is less than 200 kilometers away from me, the reporter smelled the wind of big news again. The news will not be there waiting for you to report. The point of direct reporting, she thinks she can.

Two small countries with a standing army of about 1,000 people. The territory is small and extremely backward. This war is almost armed, the risk factor is very small, and the face of white people is the best pass.

The gains were huge—sensitive regions, sensitive races, blacks, Africa, and as long as there was even the slightest trace of white people in the war, she was sure to make big news about it.

Moreover, there have been recent reports of the kidnapping of Chinese people, and she feels more and more that she is in the right place.

"Come on, Cole, how am I looking now, okay?"

She looked at her face in the mirror and trimmed her hair. The bright look on her face gradually became melancholy, heavy and strong. This is the war reporter mode, a necessary skill.

The photographer partner gave her a thumbs up.

Three, two, one.

"We are now in the capital of Comora, Moyani, after a night full of gunpowder smoke, the city has gradually calmed down, and the sporadic resistance has all disappeared, but this does not mean that Biagan has achieved the final Victory, because the whereabouts of King Chakat II of Comora are still unknown, and the black king who once studied in the West may have embarked on a revenge journey to regain his throne and country."

"And we can also see that the splendid and sacred King's Palace in Komora stands silently in the distance. This palace has a long history. After modern repairs and expansions, it silently stares at the country. It is worth mentioning The thing is, the renovation and expansion of the palace was undertaken by a Chinese company whose eight employees went missing in the war not long ago."

"It is reported that the Biagan army is suspected of kidnapping these eight Chinese citizens. In any case, this wanton kidnapping must be condemned..."

"Oh, oh, oh, stop, Elina, you shouldn't have said that."

Cole turned off the camera and reluctantly interrupted: "That's the Chinese, it's not necessary to sympathize with the Chinese in the news, we stupid people don't like to hear that, you should emphasize the political influence of the Chinese on Africa, they The use of money and aid for construction has affected the original political ecology of Africa and threatened the freedom of the people here. This is what our people want to hear..."

Elina rolled her eyes: "Please, it's France, Britain, Belgium, Portugal... France is still doing it now, it's completely the colonial era, and it's bigger than our Western capital. Crocodile, the Chinese are like angels here..."

"But what does this have to do with the content of your report?" Cole asked rhetorically, "The Chinese are evil, the Chinese are domineering, the Chinese are malicious, the Chinese are a huge threat—these things make the It’s what Western people and politicians love to hear, and the truth never matters.”

"No, it's important, Cole, it's important."

Alina was silent for a moment and said, "I don't care what other people do, I still have to abide by my professional ethics, don't lie, and don't judge things I don't understand..."

Cole sighed: "Good girl, you'll never get results like this."

Elina blinked: "I'm only twenty-two years old, let's talk about this when I'm sixty-two."

"Okay, okay, whatever you want, I'll take my salary anyway..."

Cole muttered and turned on the camera: "Go on, miss, just tell the truth to the world, may the **** of news Pulitzer bless you..."

Before he finished speaking, a ray of light flashed in the distance, and then a dazzling smoke and dust came out. The muffled sound of rumbling came immediately, and the raised smoke and dust filled most of the palace.

The photographer Cole screamed, and Elina also heard the sound, turned back, and widened her eyes in surprise, and then shouted: "Cole! Cole! Did you see it!"

—The **** of news is watching me!

"Take it! Take it! Oh! What happened! Was it a terrorist attack? Was it a rebellion? Cole! Cole! We're getting closer! We're getting closer!"

Elina yelled at her partner, but the next moment, Cole lifted her head from behind the screen and exclaimed in surprise, "No no no! Look at Elina! That Hummer! It's coming towards us! "

Several drones rose high in the sky and overlooked the earth. In the real-time picture, the layout of the low-rise houses in Comora was clearly visible, with all roads extending in all directions.

In the temporary command post, the technical support staff of the mercenaries locked the direction of the armed Humvee and gave an order through the microphone: "...The target has entered Area B, War Dog-15, your direction, War Dog-8, from A4 street Enter B3, War Dog-6…”

The Humvee roared and roared, and the hurricane charged forward, sending up smoke.

Kang Jinzhu glanced at the rearview mirror and shouted, "They're chasing us!"

He looked left and right, took out the pistol he had found from the Frenchman, and pressed the Humvee's window button, but it didn't move.

Kant glanced at him sideways: "What?"

Kang Jinzhu said, "Hit them!"

"...You've watched a lot of shootout movies, so sit down."

As soon as the words fell, an armed jeep with heavy machine guns rushed out of the street in front. The next moment, Horus had already opened fire, and the bullet rain composed of 12.7mm detonation bombs swept across like a sickle, bringing the car with it. The person above was lit into a big fireball.

Immediately, the weapon station turned to the rear, and bang bang bang banged out four grenades, which blew up the two cars behind, the fire flashed, the fireball rolled, and the screams of the people in the car were faintly heard.

Even if there are two people in the audience, Horus can't transform at all, but in this urban battlefield, Transformers' powerful reaction ability and fighting ability are still unmatched by mercenaries.

- As long as the encounters are not tanks, armed helicopters or even over-the-horizon fighters, in the form of Horus' Humvee, it is more than enough to deal with.

Whether it was intercepting from the front or chasing from the rear, as long as it was sensed by Horus, it would all end up being blown up. The temporary command center of the mercenaries quickly discovered this and immediately changed its strategy.

After passing one street and the next block, three bulletproof vehicles rushed out of the alley. Two of them quickly clinged to the Humvee, entered the dead end of the weapon station to double-team, and hit the Humvee with their bodies. The occupant pulled Uzi's insurance, rolled down the window, and pulled the trigger toward the glass.

A third vehicle hit the **** of the Humvee, and the co-pilot climbed onto the roof, holding a piece of C4 explosive in his hand, bent down, stabilized his body, and approached carefully.

Kang Jinzhu looked at the approaching cars and the faces of foreigners who were close at hand, holding the pistol and desperately pressing the window button, shouting at Kant: "Roll down the window!"

The next moment, the sharp circular saw protruded from the underside of the Hummer's body on both sides and turned with a bang. Horus slammed left and right, and in the screams, the co-pilot of one car and the driver of the other car were cut in half on the spot, with blood. Spilled from the slit in the door.

Kant pushed open the car door, grabbed the roof frame with one hand and swayed out, while the other hand held the GM6 Lynx rifle, pointed at the bulletproof car that was frightened and turned, and the barrel of the retracted receiver in the carrying state popped out.

Booming two shots, the three people in the car died instantly, Kant jumped his hand, flew to the bulletproof car, twisted his arms, aimed at the bulletproof car that had withstood his son's butt, and fired three more shots. Killed Brother C4, the driver, and the two guys in the driver's back seat. Between the lights and flints, he stepped and jumped again. The Hummer decelerated in time, so that Kant flew back to the driver's seat perfectly, and the door closed.

As for the car with the dead driver on the other side, it turned and hit the building on the side, and stayed there, keeping a distance from Horus.

Bulletproof vehicles are not anti-grenade. If they are, try a few more rounds of armor-piercing grenades.

Kant retracted the smoking barrel into the receiver, pulled out the huge magazine, put on a new one, turned his head and glanced at his father: "What were you talking about?"

In the blink of an eye, his son performed this kind of flowery work that was almost like a gunfight game QTE. Kang Jinzhu didn't even have time to worry, and Kant flew back.

"…"

Kang Jinzhu was speechless for a moment, so he rolled his eyes, and just as he was about to speak, his face suddenly changed.

"Bazooka!"

Roof not far away.

"Fuck **** fuck **** fuck! Elina! Did you see it! Did you see it! This guy! What did this guy just do! Oh my god! I thought this could only happen in the game! That guy is fuxking Jumped out of the car and shot those people, then fuxking jumped back!"

The duo who just wanted to make big news but saw an action movie were stunned.

Cole spit in excitement: "He seems to be Chinese! I saw his black hair and yellow skin! fxck! Who the **** is this guy! Am I watching a movie!"

While watching the operation of the camera, the cameraman hurriedly took out his mobile phone, and also switched to photography mode: "I'm going to send a tweet! I'm going to send a fxcking tweet!"

The two held their breaths as they looked at the rampaging Humvee, and then they saw the flashing tail flames.

More than one shot.

"I-get-it!"

On the first and second floors of the street, four mercenaries were talking at the same time.

On the second floor in front of the right, the top floor on the side, the street entrance in front of the left, and the window on the first floor in the back, the whole process was broadcast through the command system. The RPG team set up an ambush.

All of a sudden, the camera duo who had just witnessed the special effects of the action screamed at the same time.

Four rockets rushed towards the Humvee from all directions.

They are dead.

Kang Jinzhu in the car subconsciously grabbed Kant, stood up, and wanted to protect his son under him.

The next moment, Kant held his father's neck with his backhand, pressed him back to the seat, and lowered his body. At the same time, his other hand took advantage of the pistol in his father's hand and opened the safety.

The brake system was activated, the steering wheel was turned, the handbrake was automatically pulled up, and in a screeching screeching sound, the tires gripped the ground, smoke billowed, the Hummer drifted, and suddenly swayed from vertical to horizontal, crossing the body at a wide intersection. At the same time, the windows on both sides slammed down.

An RPG whizzed past with a rushing tail flame. It was the fastest, most difficult to avoid, and most tricky one recently. It was shot from the left window without stopping, and shot from the right window, roaring and rushing towards it. In the rear, Kant raised his right hand expressionlessly, with golden light shining in his eyes, time slowed down, shot, bang.

The second RPG was blasted into the air, and at the same time, Horus turned the weapon station and blasted the other two. Intensive light and heavy firepower made the direction of the four RPGs into a sieve.

The Hummer re-accelerated, roaring and turning, accelerating forward.

"... Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Hetessetessetet! What did I see! Will this **** be making a movie? The motion film girls in Hollywood should eat shit! I should know that the Chinese have long known The kung fu is real! Oh my god, my god! I shot it, shot it, shot it!"

Cole was so excited that he was incoherent: "I will be the number one in the trending search! This guy is so cool! Elina, you are right! For this buddy, I will never speak ill of China in the future! I will be this Chinese in the future. I'm a fan, I swear!"

He hugged the camera, kissed a few big mouths hard, and then started to replay the video, saying something in his mouth: "Please, please, please, make sure to take a picture of his face, you must, you must!"

Elina had not recovered from the shock of witnessing the miraculous scene.

She looked at the pictures played back by her mobile phone—although there was Kerr's ultra-high-precision camera, it is the soul skill of every modern person to use a mobile phone to take pictures and videos. again.

The Chinese who drives the Hummer.

Someone in the passenger seat seems to be Chinese...

What is their relationship?

Why did the Chinese who know kung fu come to Komora?

Miss reporter faintly realized that if she figured out this matter, it would be a big news that would set off the whole network.

And the Humvee that she was obsessed with had already rushed out of Comora.

The mercenaries were killed so terribly they didn't dare to pursue excessively, and the Humvee had already left the drone's maximum range and could no longer monitor its location.

Noisy gunshots, explosions, shouting, and noise are gone, the war is gone, the Humvee is driving in the bad road conditions of Comora, the body is constantly bumping, the sky is blue, the smell of sand is in the air, and the intense and exciting chase is over. Come to an end.

Although Kang Jinzhu did not experience the battle in person, it was more exciting than going to the battlefield in person... This kind of life experience is simply unique and like a dream.

There was almost no way out, but he survived a desperate situation, and it was his own son who came to save him.

And super capable.

Simply incredible.

The shock in Kang Jinzhu's heart did not dissipate at all.

"Honestly..."

He was silent for a long time, then turned his head and looked at his son.

"Do you have any system?"

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PS2: The second update, 4,000 words... Ah, I deleted about 1,000 words today, and I finally finished it. Go to sleep.