Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"A bit evil?" Kant narrowed his eyes, "What about specifics?"

"The specifics are unclear. It should be due to limited intelligence, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that Comora's sea and air defense was outsourced to Fabaixi, but Biagang invaded in a big way, but they did nothing."

Xie Ligan said: "This is very unreasonable, because everyone knows that a legendary mercenary who retired from the French Foreign Legion is the King of Comora... This is even more strange."

Kant frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Fabaixi." Xie Ligan said, "Let's put it this way, whenever there are wars, coups and conflicts in Africa, more or less, almost always have the shadow of Fabaixi."

"You mean, almost?"

"Yes, there are always exceptions."

"Like what?"

"For example, a few years ago, a real estate developer from Texas, along with his assistants, spent $220,000 to try to overthrow the Biagun government and become the new ruler."

"…The results of it?"

"Of course it failed. They bought two sniper rifles and wanted to assassinate the then king of Biagun. As a result, the other party went abroad for a visit, so they planned to go directly to the palace. In their expectation, they would be oppressed. Biagun brought freedom, then when the gunshots rang, the King's Guard would definitely turn to help. I didn't expect that the King's Guard did not surrender, but fought back decisively and beat them to flee - these American devils, those who practice freedom and democracy After decades of doing it, I even believed it myself, stupid [beep-]."

"...So it's not something the US government did? CIA or something?"

"Certainly not. If the CIA did it, they should have been disbanded."

makes sense.

Just can't afford to lose that person.

Kant asked: "So you mean... there is a French shadow in this war?"

Xie Ligan replied: "Considering that Fa Baixi is holding on to his troops, it is very likely."

"...It's none of my business," Kant said. "I'm just here to save my father. Even if the French are behind the scenes, they have no reason to kidnap the Chinese, right?"

This kind of thing is not a joke. Fabaixi is doing some small things in his back garden colony, and basically no one will care, but if a Chinese citizen is kidnapped, that is another matter.

The so-called world public opinion and international morality are usually farts - but if the victim is one of the five permanent members, and is caught with a real hammer, then morality and justice are the most deadly weapons.

Generally speaking, Fabaixi is unwilling to take this risk, it is not necessary at all.

Because the benefits and risks are really disproportionate.

Xie Ligan pondered: "Generally speaking, there is really no reason to do this, but it is uncertain whether there is logic and inside information that we do not know."

"It is said that we are actively negotiating, but when the matter involves countries, the efficiency will be greatly reduced. Besides, it is a neurotic country like Biagang... Their efficiency is really low, and now they have not given a definite answer, and they have not given any correct answers. The seizure was declared responsible, and no appeal was made…”

Kant said lightly: "They don't have this chance."

Xie Ligan stopped talking.

Kant said: "But anyway, thank you for your intelligence and information."

Xie Ligan on the other side of the phone was silent for a while, and then said, "I'm just thinking about myself."

It doesn't have to be too obvious.

If something happened to Kant's father in Africa, it is conceivable that Kant would become extremely violent. At that time, there would be as many reasons for angering Xie Ligan. Xie Ligan would not bet on Kant's grievances and perpetual rationality. To help Kant is to help your future self.

"But I still promise."

Kant raised his head: "I owe you a favor. Think about where it will be used. Just do it first."

"…goodbye."

The voice call was hung up, Kant pushed open the door, returned to the cabin, took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet on the minibar, broke the bottle, poured a large glass, and drank it.

Cup after cup.

Until he emptied the bottle of foreign wine, he put the bottle on the bar and came out of the window, looking at the 12,000-kilometer-high sky, clear and calm, with a sea of ​​clouds below, beautiful scenery, far away from the earthly sky.

But his eyes were not calm.

The buzzing sound of the phone interrupted his thoughts. Kant picked it up and looked at it. There was a new friend application on WeChat, a shared business card from Xie Ligan. A string of Chinese: "Hello, Chinese comrades from the big socialist family!"

Sudden gas.

"…"

Kant agreed and sent another message to Xie Ligan: "It seems that your arms friend is still an old man from the former Soviet Union. Are there many such people?"

The news popped up, and the Soviet comrade sent an emoji - the classic soybean man, staring wide-eyed and laughing.

He must not know that this friendly expression has gradually turned into a mockery in China.

Immediately, Xie Ligan sent a message: "According to the client's origin, country and position, he can switch his attributes at any time, such as the red foreigners who love Chinese food and Chinese culture, the white supremacy of the Ku Klux Klan, the fascists who support dictatorship, Freedom fighters for democracy, and environmentalists."

Sure enough, after a while, the Soviet comrades sent another message.

He should have seen Kant's approximate age through his circle of friends.

"Hello, Chinese friends, you can call me Kirov. I have been to China. I love China, your food, and your profound and long-standing culture! Nice to meet you!"

"…"

It seems that this Soviet comrade's impression of the Chinese should be updated.

It's been so many years since the opening, at least for young Chinese people, foreign devils saying "I love China, I love Chinese food and culture" in blunt and broken Chinese on social networks can no longer make everyone dance in ecstasy. , I'm proud of it, because everyone's national pride has come up, so they won't make a fuss about it, and they've already come back to it and know the routines of these foreign devils.

Everyone knows why they say this, and also know how and why most of the foreign devils who said this came to China.

He sneered and asked Xie Ligan, "This Russian guy has such a worrying integrity, can he be trusted?"

"Arms dealers are all like this, they are bold, they like to brag, they run the train with their mouths full, they are familiar, they talk to people and talk to ghosts. This is their business ability and professional habits, especially in the gray and even black areas. Dead merchants who sell bulk cargo, even more so."

Xie Ligan sent a voice directly: "But you can trust me, this Russian guy has worked with me for a long time and has a good reputation. I told him that you are a big man I must respect and awe. He knows my worth and energy, and he is also very supportive of our country. He has a little understanding of the system and situation, so he will imagine infinitely and deceive himself, so from now on, he will be your most loyal, reliable and interesting friend."

Mr. Xie sent another message: "So don't worry, you shouldn't ask, he will never ask, this is one of the most important qualities in this line of work, he will arrange everything for you, if you need anything, you can Speak up, and he will try his best to please you."

…I see.

This is equivalent to Xie Ligan using his social relations, wealth, power and energy status to blow a wave for Kant, and it must be quite effective, because in today's world, the credibility and appeal of rich people are ridiculously high, even if you are a mediocre person. Strange ordinary people, as long as Jack Ma publicly says that your old man is a big man he must respect, then even a foreign president will smile politely when he sees you.

What's more, this seems to be an ideal arms dealer.

Because everyone on earth knows what the ultimate pursuit of an ideal individual arms dealer is.

...know and don't say it.

"Thanks."

"No thanks, I'm telling the truth."

Kant quit the chat and returned to the Soviet comrades. After a moment of silence, he shook his head and smiled, and then sent a message: "Hello, let's get down to business."

The exchange with Xie Ligan had passed for at least two minutes, but the Soviet comrades were not impatient. After seeing the news, they replied in seconds, and did not bother about Kant's name: "Of course! Chinese friends!"

Kant directly clicked on the video call.

It is also connected in seconds, and it seems that the signal is good, the image transmission delay is low, and the blue sky is in sight. There is also a guy in a military coat and a Soviet fur hat. The five stars in the center of the hat are shining, for fear that others will not know. He is an old man of the Soviet Union.

"Greetings, good neighbor from China!"

His Chinese is relatively fluent, but just like the language habits of all Russians, no matter which language he speaks, he has a terrifying, bellicose and bloodthirsty macho feeling.

"Praise Taishang Laojun! You are such a majestic and handsome man! If I have a daughter, I will definitely marry her to you. Our Russian girls like Chinese men the most!"

"…"

Ah, damn, this kind of idiotic rumor made up by marketing accounts actually spread back to Russia and was picked up by arms dealers from here without anger and used to make the Chinese happy?

- Also, you fake China hand.

Kant sighed: "I don't believe in religion..."

The Soviet comrade did not blush and said tentatively, "Shakyamuni?"

Before Kant could answer, the Soviet comrades saw the answer. To say that the professional quality of this arms dealer is really not guaranteed, he thought of a new answer that would never cause problems.

Only to hear him roar angrily: "Praise Marx!"

"…"

"…"

you win.

After such a disturbance, Kant's mood was a little better - or, was this his intention?

The topic of praise from Soviet comrades has shifted from Kant Sensen's young and handsome face to the background of the cabin behind Kant: "Gulfstream g650! Lenin, this is my lifelong pursuit."

He was very excited: "The price of the bare metal is 65 million US dollars, which is equivalent to a Su35S! With some custom modifications, it is equivalent to an F35! Yes, one is enough to wreak havoc on the air defense and even the army system of a small country. A war machine once again, just a walking tool for you big men, praising money!"

Kant shook his head and said, "This is not mine, this is what Xie Li did."

Kirov grinned and said: "Chinese friends, this matter depends on you, if you say this plane belongs to Mr. Xie, it is still Mr. Xie's, if you say it is yours, it will be yours. ."

Kant just smiled.

The Soviet comrade, who had been staring at the screen sincerely, shrank slightly, and his face froze for a moment.

He immediately laughed and said, "The warm hugs and greetings will be left after your arrival, dear customer, now please allow me to introduce you the specific business and services of Victor Logistics Trading Company..."

Brother Mao held his mobile phone, and the screen began to shake. As he walked, he said: "Our company undertakes logistics and transportation business. The main customers are all over Europe, America and Asia. The main business areas are in Africa, the Middle East, Southeast Asia, South America and other underdeveloped maps. We accept Donation orders from philanthropists around the world to deliver humanitarian aid to underdeveloped areas…”

He winked at Kant: "To enable those who have been left with nothing by various encounters and sufferings, at least to have freedom and the strength to defend it."

There was the sound of pushing the door, the mobile phone was turning, and the lights were bright. In the huge hangar, a huge transport plane stood quietly. In front of the opened rear hatch, workers pushing carts were busy.

Metallic slaughter weapons, stacked like mountains of wooden boxes.

There are also several trucks unloading.

"Today is a day worth celebrating. Our just cause has received the help of a good person. My friend from China, I am very happy to see that your country is developing rapidly and slowly taking on the international responsibility that belongs to you. Responsibility, my friends are happy."

...I have to say, this brother Maozi speaks so nicely, he is indeed a talent.

The Soviet comrades walked back and forth, took a few glances, and suddenly began to roar loudly in English. Unfortunately, this English is also too gross, and Kant also studied English for exams and American TV dramas. Fragrant keywords like asxhole", "motherfxcker", "pusxy".

The other party scolded a few words, and the workers were much faster. Lao Maozi was indignant and turned to look at Kant: "Sorry, my friend, please forgive my vulgarity, but these Serbian workers are too lazy and stupid! These pathetic traitors who betrayed the Holy Soviet! idiot!"

He said: "They turned their back on the great Marxist-Leninist road! They were deceived by the capitalist pigs led by the United States! Then what did they get? Bosnia and Herzegovina? NATO bombing? Population exodus? Loss of dignity? Stupid capitalism is corrupted! Lazy workers here, three times their wages to increase their efficiency to 200%! Before a commissar was enough!"

The very Soviet guy complained again, and finally turned to a smile: "But don't worry, my friend, before you get to Belgrade, everything will be done, and I will put a pistol on their head and let me They worked hard!"

"Now, let's look at the humanitarian supplies you've sponsored."

The expression and attitude of this man really switched seamlessly, swearing at the workers, and changing to Kant with the warm look of a simple and hospitable class brother: "Mr. Xie said, you don't want small-caliber assault rifles, so we are rushing them. Unloading, fortunately, this batch of humanitarian supplies already has what you need, such as this old grandfather..."

The camera turned to a sturdy and simple, very familiar big guy.

"M2 Browning heavy machine gun! An evergreen that has been in service with the US military since 1921, a century-old quality, Ma-Deuce, this is an improved version of FN, sturdy and practical, easy to operate - Damn, this was originally the Soviet Army 's patent term, in short, even I have to admit, this is a good gun!"

"All equipped with QCB conversion device, improve performance, single-person operation, save firing time, safe to use, use stellite barrel, increase service life, in terms of ammunition, in addition to M33 ordinary ammunition, we also sell other special ammunition, I recommend the APEI169 armor-piercing explosive incendiary bomb designed by FN company, which greatly improves the combat effectiveness, increases the fragmentation and explosive combustion efficiency, whether it is a helicopter, a transport plane, an armored vehicle, or even a low-flying fighter-bomber, it can be shot down!"

"This new machine gun-cartridge system is fantastic and has no drawbacks other than being a little more expensive!"

Kant frowned and said, "Meiqi?"

The arms dealer said sternly: "My friend, are you not interested in the weak scrap of capitalism?"

"...No." Kant said, "I thought your weapons were all Soviet-style weapons."

"Friend, you are overthinking, economic globalization, free trade, we have everything." The arms dealer relieved and smiled, "Because of the Bosnia and Herzegovina war, Serbia has everything, but these M2HBs do not come from here, It came from another weak and corrupt traitor country, all military aid from the United States, and when this country got it, it changed hands and listed them on eBay…”

Kant said in surprise: "Can this be sold?"

"What are these?" Mao Zi gritted his teeth, "They even sell aircraft carriers..."

Kant suddenly said: "It turned out to be Wu..."

Kirov put his hand to his lips just right, shoved, and said with a wicked smile: "Don't say it, we want to keep it a secret..."

"I see."

Kant thought for a while, and said, "I don't want M33 ordinary bullets, there are twenty heavy machine guns here, right? I want you to equip spare barrel parts as much as possible, and then configure special piercing detonation bombs with the specifications to destroy all these weapons. , I want as much as I have."

"...praise the Tsar bomb! My friend, you are the most tasteful client I have ever met! No wonder you are not interested in small caliber rifles, ammunition that does not explode is really only a children's toy!"

The Soviet comrades were extremely happy. As for what Kant planned to do with so many terrifying weapons, it was not within his scope of consideration. God **** it, who cares about it.

"No problem, Victor is here to serve you!"

He said happily: "Since you are so tasteful, then I think you will like this same classic Soviet cultural symbol, a righteous RPG! One of the three kings of infantry weapons in the 20th century! Small investment, high return, modification Good performance, flexible and convenient to use, and affordable price!”

"It's all high-explosive fragmentation rounds—forget it, armor-piercing high-explosive rounds."

"As you wish, Mr. Xie also said that you need an automatic grenade launcher. This time, it's from the Soviet system. You will definitely like it. AGS-17, codenamed Flame, has an effective range of 1,700 meters and a maximum rate of fire of 65 per minute. round, high rate of fire, face kill, high angle of fire, two types of ammunition…”

The hangar was used as a private exhibition venue by the eloquent Mao Zige, introducing to Kant the humanitarian supplies he got from his good friends in Eastern European countries, and Kant also showed what a Chinese traveling abroad should have. The ability to sweep goods, big is good, big is beauty, explosion is art.

For him, the important thing is to win these two wars quickly and efficiently. He doesn't care how much it costs. Even if this guy gets him a nuclear bomb, he will dare to loot the Federal Reserve's treasury to pay the bills. And he will never stop until the elf's last gram of gold.

Who doesn't love such customers.

"My dear brother, I am honored to have you as our company's supreme VIP customer!"

Kirov grinned happily.

In particular, he roughly calculated the total price of the plane's supplies, and secretly contacted Xie Ligan. After he got the promise of the other party without hesitation, he was even happier.

"I have to thank you, it will make me a lot, and as is customary in our industry, I will give you some personal gifts to express gratitude and build friendship."

"Of course the arms dealer will send arms. My dear Chinese comrade, a person with taste like you deserves a more tasteful gun. Tell me, what type do you like? Soviet style? American style? Lever? "

The tone of the other party is very sincere. Of course, you can earn so much in such a short time. Who is not sincere.

Kant thought for a while: "I just need a gun with practical value. I heard that a firearm has a variety of indicators, and a good gun will take into account these indicators and achieve a balance. My current requirement is to pay a little attention to portability. There is no need to consider issues such as self-weight, ammunition supply, recoil, etc., and the ultimate pursuit of high power and high precision, I need such a gun, and a cannon can also...don't worry about whether I can use it or not, with enough bullets."

Maozi was stunned for a moment, and didn't ask about their professionalism. After thinking for a while, he laughed: "I thought about it, there is a gun that perfectly meets your requirements... Leave it to me, after you arrive in Belgrade, everything will be It'll all be done...I'll pick you up."

"See you later."

"See you later."

The long phone call was over, and it took a long time for Mao Zi to sell and introduce incessantly. and dark blue sky.

The sophisticated and powerful arms promised by the Russians gave him a little peace of mind, which would add some odds to the war. At the same time, he also knew that there are some powerful weapons that are controlled by various governments, which are actually very difficult to circulate. and trade - but in some special places, all is not a problem.

In chatting and communicating with Maozi, he saw a wider and more primitive world, the appearance of the world outside the peaceful and stable motherland, the chaos of freedom, the freedom of chaos, and in many parts of the world, the weapons of killing It can be transported, bought and sold, and owned with impunity.

This is unimaginable in the country.

As an ordinary person, being able to stay away from these is of course a very good thing.

But now... Chaos is actually a convenience, a convenience he needs now.

As the intensity of the war in the other world further expanded, this incident also brought him a greater sense of crisis. The preparations for the war were still insufficient, so that things were still in a hurry.

If he stayed in a place where he was freer and more able to use his hands and feet, with greater convenience, power, connections, energy, wealth and even force, then there was no need to be so embarrassed and anxious as he is now.

The plane's porthole glass reflected a vague shadow, and Kant took a sip of his wine.

He suddenly remembered the story Xie Ligan had told earlier.

The story of two Americans trying to occupy an African country.

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PS1: Six thousand words and five hundred words! Almost seven thousand words! And it's early today! sleep!