Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

civilian vehicles.

Plenty of civilian vehicles.

Going forward at full speed in the Gobi Desert, forming a scattered array, rushing in the direction of Moyani.

Unable to determine the identity of the visitor, the other party did not send a signal, did not call for help, did not slow down, only the high beams were extremely bright, and the roar of the engine was like the roar of a giant beast.

Dimitri's expression changed wildly as he observed the situation with the binoculars.

As an officer who served in the signal flag of Russia's elite special forces, he has performed many special missions, and he has also seen many confidential information in internal training that will not be disclosed to the outside world.

In most of the security wars that Russia and the former Soviet Union have experienced, and even most of the world's security wars, the last thing soldiers want to see is not the enemy's main battle tanks or armored vehicles, but the unarmed vehicles rushing towards them. Or a broken car parked on the street.

Pickup, Toyota, Santana... Dilapidated, dusty, scrapped vehicles from developed areas under strict supervision, scrapping does not mean that they cannot be driven. In fact, these old vehicles are very popular in backward areas, because of their low prices, they are very popular. Local people love it.

Of course, it will also fall in the eyes of malicious militants.

Sometimes, there may be a load of low-grade explosives stuffed into the scrapped Toyotas rushing this way.

Or, just a frightened and desperate family of three.

Or, both.

On the seat is a frightened family of three shivering, seemingly harmless, but perhaps their feet are piled up with low-quality but huge amounts of explosives.

According to the military code of practice and lessons learned, shooting is the right choice, but soldiers are not cold-blooded killing machines. , war is not a game after all.

But still do the right thing.

Dimitri thought of the entrustment he received before leaving, gritted his teeth, cursed inwardly, and immediately picked up the loudspeaker: "Come back! Come back! Let's deal with it! Let's deal with it!"

Follow the process.

A warning shot was fired, and the vehicle was ordered to stop for inspection, and if the attack continued, fire and kill.

J.

He prayed that the Chinese could understand this simple English.

Kant's voice came from a distance along the breeze.

"How to deal with it?"

"Blyat!"

Dimitri couldn't explain it for a while, and broke out a Russian curse and called his boss.

After Kirov answered, he was shocked and immediately called Kant. He heard the rough wind of the Gobi Desert in the receiver, and the roar of the engine getting closer and closer.

"Kant! Hurry back!" he shouted in a low voice, "You can't be charged with massacres of civilians! Believe me! Or you believe in the integrity of Western governments and media!"

Kant asked back: "Let Dimitri do this? I see clearly, they seem to be civilians."

Maozi said fiercely: "It's better than you! Also, what are civilians? Attacking the military zone, making hostile actions, and revealing potential threats are not considered civilians in any country's military manuals!"

Here he seems to realize what Kant wants to do.

"Listen, Kant, don't be soft-hearted! Don't you have to wait for these commoners to drive in cars full of explosives to crash in and detonate before you understand this? Come back now, stay with the king, stay with the ministers of various countries! It's up to our people here, they're experts..."

Maozi on the phone is decisive.

But Kant's voice was still calm: "This is not quite right... These people are probably innocent."

"Hey! Kant!"

Kirov roared: "Could it be these black [beep-] call you the Guardian Eagle God, you take it seriously? This is not some superhero movie! This is the **** reality!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Kirov, when you first came, you asked me what it was like to have superpowers."

Then, Kant's voice sounded.

"I didn't know how to describe and summarize it at the time. Anyway, it's not stupid words about greater ability and greater responsibility. I can only say that this is very cool. Now I can tell you what it is."

The Chinese speak calmly and leisurely.

"—it's cool that at some point, somewhere, maybe it will give you another way to solve the problem, so that you can avoid the torture of some moral dilemma."

"Of course, just maybe."

"But it's worth trying."

"Like now."

"I have a thousand reasons to kill them, and a thousand and one reasons to try to save them."

"The extra reason is... I can, I will."

There was a roar of wind in the receiver.

Kirov was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "Don't get close! What if there is a bomb in the car!"

Kant said calmly: "Maybe not? I will be more careful. If there are bombs and they detonate, it will be the people who put the bombs in them, not us, who will kill them. I will avenge them."

Kirov wanted to say something, Kant had hung up the phone.

Dimitri and his soldiers had replaced the heavy machine gun ammunition chain and brought in new rockets, but saw Kant's figure speeding up, bypassing the previous battlefield, and rushing towards the flank of the convoy.

Many vehicles immediately turned and chased in the direction of Kant.

"Nice and purposeful, but lacks intelligence..."

Some things are not easy to tell Kirov directly, but Kant feels that the mental state of these people is very wrong.

Apparently it's being controlled by something.

This is a little scary.

After all, for thousands of years, in the infinite reverie of human beings about supernatural power, the ability to manipulate the mind is an enduring classic. Kant has fantasized about having such ability since he was a child.

Like hypnosis.

- Hypnotize the inferior and introverted classmates in the class to make her confident and sunny.

Like brainwashing.

—Let the depraved, lazy and vulgar criminals sincerely think that socialism is good.

For example, memory modification.

- Make Alzheimer's patients forget they have Alzheimer's.

This is Kant's childhood dream to have such superpowers.

The wise see wisdom, the benevolent see benevolence, ability is innocent, only the soul is dark and filthy, Kant has a pure heart, so he will use such strength to do such good things, only the scumbags who are greedy for other people's bodies will hear This ability is associated with a lot of evil things, bah.

However, then again, Kant still had to admit one thing.

That is, the average quality of human beings is still relatively low. If the ability to interfere with the mind really appears in the real world, it will inevitably be used by evil people to do things that can only happen in the book. Once this kind of thing is exposed. , it will inevitably cause a great shock, and if it falls into the hands of some evil country or organization, very bad things will definitely happen.

so…

Wang Situ has a cloud, the number of days changes, the artifact is easier, and it belongs to a virtuous person. This is the principle of nature.

This kind of heaven and earth treasure, only the virtuous can take possession of it. In order to prevent the younger generation from getting it and causing trouble, it is better for a gentleman like me to keep it and use it for the right way.

Kant released three defender organs from the white fog space, and the tumbling copper **** rushed to and fro at an extremely fast speed, but did not attract the slightest attention of the team. Everyone stepped on the accelerator and chased Kant. It seemed that he was the biggest And the only goal, the rest are not important.

It's obvious.

Someone controlled them through some supernatural force, and could give some orders, such as launching an attack, or chasing someone, so the previous armed convoy exchanged fire with Dimitri's people, and now this gang of high-beam dogs is chasing Kant was running around.

But control is limited.

The controlled people have become clumsy puppets, and their professional skills, reaction abilities, combat skills and other indicators have been greatly reduced. Therefore, the combat skills of the armed convoys were extremely inflexible, and they would only fire suddenly, so now this group of civilian vehicles has also been blocked. Kant slipped and ran around, with no tactical cooperation at all.

That way, it's much simpler.

"Let Dimitri and the Burmese be vigilant, pay attention to other directions of the city, and don't be attacked by the enemy."

Kant even found time to call Kirov.

"Okay, okay... Besides." Mao Zi's voice was helpless, but there was a hint of relief, "The black king knows what's going on, he hasn't said a word, it can be seen that he really wants to beg you, but he doesn't know how to speak. , with you on one side and his national-moral dilemma on the other, eh?"

"That's it."

Kant smiled: "If he was a black panther, there would not be so many things."

hang up the phone.

There are still many ways to stop a car.

Kant kicked a stone, which flashed above the hood of a car in an instant, stomped his feet hard, and the violent impact activated the airbag and pushed the driver against the seat.

He jumped and slid, dodged sideways, bent over and raised his hand to overturn another car from the side, two cars collided next to him, Kant's mental power diverged, extracted the ground, the ground collapsed out of thin air, and all the surrounding cars were It sinks, just the height that the wheels can't climb up.

Hearing the hum of the wheels spinning, Kant shrugged and leaped into the clearing.

Under the moonlight, wet marks were scattered on the ground. The dozen or so mechanical beetles that had been thrown earlier climbed onto the fuel tank one by one under the control of Kant, biting it open, causing the liquid in it to leak out continuously.

Hey, the alchemy puppet of another world X Earth's internal combustion engine vehicle, insect Xiang, a child driving a big car, forced incontinence.

terrible.

There was not much gas in these family cars, and after turning around, some cars kept turning off.

Before the driver could rush down, Kant rushed like a gust of wind.

Or extract the surface with the power of fire thieves and sink the entire car into the ground for a while.

Either the fingertips condense the flames and weld the door to death.

His figure shuttled through the smoke and dust, divided the convoy, set up traps, and constantly dealt with batches of demented drivers. These people were still in a controlled state. Bind them, or temporarily trap them in the car.

"Who are you? Know me? What's your name?"

Occasionally, one or two drivers were pulled out of the car and asked. The other party was actually speaking French. hoofs, then left to hang out on the roof before proceeding to the next one.

It's little Bob.

Even though he didn't get any intelligence, he had already locked the suspect.

The drivers of the civilian cars coming from behind were all black.

The uniforms are not uniform, the height, short, fat and thin are different, there is no cocoon holding a gun on his hand, and there is no trace of high-intensity exercise on his body. It is not a soldier, but a local civilian.

These people have lost their minds and are controlled by supernatural forces, so the biggest suspect, of course, is little Bob - because the only thing in this area that can be related to supernatural power is the treasure obtained from the king's tomb, which now falls on In the hands of little Bob, it is Big Bob's hope for healing his body, and it is something coveted and covered up by the French government.

Obviously, little Bob has probably figured out how to use it.

Can you control humans?

Can't delay any longer.

And... my father had seen that too.

He fixed the last car, then called his father and answered it in seconds.

"Hello? Is it resolved?"

The sound was normal, which made Kant relieved.

He said succinctly: "What little Bob brought out of the king's tomb... seems to be able to control humans. The group that just arrived are puppets whose minds are controlled."

Kang Jinzhu's tone changed: "You..."

Then, my father tried to make his voice sound calmer: "It's okay, sometimes..."

Kant said softly: "I didn't kill it."

After a moment of silence, the father's tone changed a bit: "... um."

Kant said, "Have you seen that thing?"

"I've seen it." Kang Jinzhu replied subconsciously. He had already described it to someone who couldn't say his name. "The golden ball, the size of a palm, looks similar to your three big copper balls. I…"

Then, Dad Kang realized something.

He took a deep breath: "I asked them to find a chair and handcuff me."

"...Well, at ease, it's okay, I'm here, just in case."

Kant lowered his eyes and said, "I'll kill little Bob and get that thing back."

Father did not protest or interfere this time.

He said softly, "Be careful, this is a tactic to turn the tiger away from the mountain."

Kant replied: "It's okay, Tiger brought the scroll of returning to the city."

"Be careful, maybe that thing will work for you too."

"I know."

While talking to his father, he jumped out of the car, dodged and teleported back to his position.

When the Russian mercenaries who stood firm saw him coming back, they all stood up from the bunkers, and under the leadership of Dimitri, they saluted solemnly. The attitude was much more solemn and sincere than the salute when they just got off the plane.

Kant was not in the mood to greet each other.

"Don't go over to see it, it's very troublesome, let them lie there first, and you continue to patrol."

he said to Dimitri.

Although he didn't know why, the soldier didn't need to ask why, and Maozi nodded in agreement.

"I'm going to patrol around, you help me tell this to the king and Kirov."

After speaking, Kant rushed into the sky, the eagle of Shimo fluttered, and the guardian flew into the distance.

Enter the world of white fog in the cover of darkness, reverse time, and return to another world.

The battle is coming to an end, Aang and the Sword Saint Waterfall are going around to make up their swords. While making up their swords, Horus is rummaging through the baggage and equipment. Seeing Kant's return, the iron son asks, "Father?"

Aang and Hillmeria also flew over.

"There is something."

Kant looked at the Snowfall Sword Saint.

Achiang is ignorant, Iron Son belongs to aliens like him, only Hillmeria is a local native, he asked: "A group of people have been disturbed by some kind of spiritual magic and become confused, what's the matter? How can it be cracked? Is there anything that can be prevented?"

"A spell to confuse the mind? Of course there is a way."

The Snowfall Sword Saint didn't ask the reason, but looked at the cruel and withered battlefield, with corpses everywhere, piles of baggage, far and near: "There is it here."

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PS1: Fuck...have to lie down at eleven tomorrow.