Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

322 Big Bob and Little Bob

Little Bob Burroughs fiddled with the butterfly knife in his hand with an anxious expression.

The phone on the table buzzed.

The first huge thing he had done after taking over his father’s career had gone wrong. This made him angry and embarrassed. However, what made him even angrier was that at this moment, his old father called.

It could be imagined what the content of the call was.

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In any case, it was not asking him if he had eaten breakfast on time.

He took a deep breath and waved everyone in the room out, then pressed the answer button.

“Good morning, Father.”

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

The Burroughs family had an incomprehensible relationship with the military and war.

In Chinese words, it was the family of generals. Little Bob’s grandfather was one of the founders of the French Foreign Legion. After his father, Big Bob, displayed his skills in the Foreign Legion, he retired as a mercenary. This was not the beginning of depravity, but a continuation of the legend.

When he served in the Foreign Legion, Big Bob fought for the interests of France. As a mercenary, he also fought for the interests of France, but it was also for himself.

He became a guest of the African warlords and trained the army for them. Then, he recognized the stupid nature of these black rulers’ lack of foundation and had the idea of replacing them.

He had launched more than ten coups in African countries. Most of them had succeeded and sometimes failed, but usually, the reason for failure could not be attributed to his personal ability.

For example, the most famous failure was because the situation was good. At that time, the President of the United States crossed Congress and directly ordered the military to send a C130 transport plane to transport pro-American mercenaries to the Congo and rub Mr. Big Bob, who knew nothing, to the ground.

Apart from this sad failure, his African operation had been a huge success. He had killed the heads of more than four African countries. Sometimes, he supported the Royalists, sometimes the opposition, sometimes the government, and sometimes the government. The fickle position was only a sign, because from the beginning to the end, he had only supported the interests of France. The interests of France were the bellwether of his actions.

The last and most glorious success of his career directly made him the actual controller of the country of Comoros. Then, he retired, cleared his name, and started a serious business. Ten years ago, he returned to his motherland, France, and lived in a house outside Paris.

The African countries slowly forgot this white demon who had brought horror and shadows. In fact, Big Bob had never gone far, or even left.

Even from far away in Paris, his eagle-like gaze still stared at the land of Africa. The dark network nurtured and built since the 1960s still enveloped the country and land he had once spread countless shadows. It was not until recently that his business and career gradually passed to his son, Little Bob.

This was because age was approaching. Even the legendary King of Mercenaries could not escape his final fate.

His early experience had brought countless wounds to his body. This war hyena that was gradually getting old smelled the aura of death again—his own death.

If nothing unexpected happened, he would eventually die from the old pain and calmly leave this world in a hospital in Paris surrounded by his relatives.

His relatives would cry because of this, and the newspapers of the Western media would sadly announce the end of an era and sigh that France’s most famous mercenary had died.

These objective and fair media people would say with regret that Big Bob Burrough’s death marked the final end of the dark but romantic era of mercenaries in Africa in the 1960s and 1990s.

As for what he had done in Africa, it was summarized as a general “coup” and “war”.

Only the Africans who still remembered him and that history would clap their hands in joy, grit their teeth, and curse their hatred. They hated this white man for tainting the history of the country and for directly and indirectly hurting countless Africans… However, who would care about the opinion of black Africans?

However, an accident still happened.

Perhaps it was an accident, but Big Bob thought that it was fate.

At first, it was the French government who took the initiative to contact them and hint that these cunning government personnel was not specific. However, Big Bob’s network and connections that had farmed in Africa for decades had long found out everything he wanted to know for him. Then, he felt that it was ridiculous and unbelievable, followed by joy and even fanaticism.

He, Bob Burroughs, had dominated Africa in his early years and experienced countless wars, large and small. He had launched more than ten coups and controlled a country. He had encountered countless dangers and sacrificed countless comrades beside him, but every failure and death was not his. He had always been alive.

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

The location hidden by that fanatical secret was actually the Comoros he controlled.

Therefore, he firmly believed that he was the chosen one.

His life would not end here. Instead, it would continue! This was fate!

For this, he did not hesitate to use Comoros as bait and cooperate with the French government to put on a huge show of deceiving the entire world. This was because the puppet king of Comoros was unwilling to give up the holy king’s mausoleum because there was also a king’s mausoleum on Gambia’s side. The tombs on both sides had to be excavated to grasp the secret that was enough to make the world go crazy. Yes, such an opportunity should belong to Big Bob Burr!

The current situation gave him an extremely good opportunity.

As soon as the French government arrived, they were not sure what was in the mausoleum. It was not as good as Big Bob who had farmed in Comoros for decades and had long studied the records and remaining history of the royal family clearly. Moreover, France did not dare to publicly make a big move to avoid attracting the attention and vigilance of the other four permanent members. They could only bet on Big Bob and look forward to this old friend serving France’s interests as usual.

However, Big Bob did not think so.

This gift was given by fate and should belong to him alone!

No human would reject such a temptation.

Breaking the fate of death and extending lives that should have ended.

He, Big Bob Burroughs, would obtain a new life!

For this, he had almost used all his wealth and connections to place most of his hard work on the gambling table and sent his son to Comoros with the most elite strength to carry out this plan.

The plan went very smoothly.

Until last night.

This was the reason why he called his son.

“Is there anything you should say to me?”

Big Bob’s voice was old and calm, but to Little Bob, it sounded irrefutable and dignified.

Little Bob took a deep breath and said, “Father, I’m very sorry. There was a small mistake, but we’ve already obtained the most important treasure and are about to start the second stage of the plan…”

“—Then where are you now?”

“In the palace of Comoros, Father.”

In the next moment, Big Bob’s furious voice sounded from the phone, “Why are you still there? Hurry up and throw a few mortars into the French Embassy, then immediately return to Gambia and prepare to excavate the great ruins!”

Little Bob’s wings were very hard. A man in his forties was still reprimanded by his father as a dog. Of course, he was extremely unhappy. He was now the person in charge of the Burroughs family business.

“But Father, it’s not done,” he retorted. “We haven’t captured King Comoros yet. Moreover, aren’t we planning to use the Chinese as a substitute for the plan to frame Gambia?”

“But where are those Chinese people you captured now? Are you still planning to hide it from me?! Don’t you realize the seriousness of the problem?!”

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Big Bob roared on the phone, “Do you need me to remind you? The guards of the king’s mausoleum! Close to 80 employees and more than 200 local armed forces were attacked by violent artillery fire last night! Then! They all! disappeared! They all f*cking disappeared! Not a single person was alive, not even a corpse was left!”

“There are no traces of large-scale transportation! Only the camp that was smashed into ruins! The chariot was blown into scrap metal! There’s also a 30 centimeters thick iron door with two footprints! 30 centimeters!”

The old man panted on the phone and shouted angrily like a storm, causing Little Bob to be silent.

“Then let me ask you. I’ll give you 800 people. Can you do it?”

“Think about the news they reported to you before going MIA.”

“The sentry was silently killed.”

“The heavily guarded king’s mausoleum was quietly infiltrated.”

“Our well-trained employees are slaughtered one by one!”

Big Bob raised his voice. “Why haven’t you fled? Why do you still stay in Comoros? Do you think it’s safe there? Do you think it’s harder to sneak into the palace than into the king’s mausoleum? Do you want to meet the enemy we still don’t know who it is there?”

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

“—Do you think the enemy we’re facing is only a group of mortals?”

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This was the only point.

After shouting this, the father and son were silent.

No one spoke.

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

“My son, you’ve seen that thing and should know what it means.”

Little Bob swallowed.

The person involved was confused. After his father’s reminder, he discovered the seriousness of the problem.

Previously, although he valued it, he did not think of it on this level and thought that it was an elite and powerful enemy.

He said in a low voice, “Yes, Father… this world is not as ordinary as we think.”

“Then you know what to do.”

“Yes, Father. I’ll leave immediately. Now.”

“Be careful, my son, my treasure. I’m counting on you.”

“I understand, Father. I love you.”

The call ended. Little Bob took a deep breath and looked at the suitcase in the room. It was a nuclear-level lead-sealed box that isolated the mysterious and charming strange thing.

He came to the door, pulled it open, and the subordinate waiting outside said, “Sir?”

“Arrange it. We have to leave secretly just in case. Don’t want a convoy. Order a convoy to drive out in 20 minutes and use it as bait to test if anyone is following.”

“Adrian, go pick up the Chinese man and bring him over. If necessary, you can knock him out.”

“As for us…”

A glint flashed through Little Bob’s eyes. “Bernard, the person guarding the police station now is Thomas, right? Call him and ask him to prepare the convoy.”

“There’s an underground secret passage in the palace. Let’s leave through the secret passage and walk to the police station to get into the car.”

“August, you know where the entrance to the secret passage is. Bring people to check and open the way for us.”

His trusted aides received the order and left, leaving two people to protect Little Bob.

“Sir,” one of them asked, “do we still have to bring that Chinese guy?”

A trace of anger flashed across Little Bob’s face.

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

Firstly, they had overestimated the standards of the black soldiers and workers. They were actually even more unreliable than the French. The black people who had been recruited and captured to excavate the mausoleum were lazy and used an excessive amount of explosives. They almost messed things up and once completely stopped the excavation work.

Because Big Bob and his son had their own plans for hooking up with France and did not want the government to be too involved in this matter, they secretly contacted the country and used their connections to contact a reliable engineer with experience in explosives and asked him to take a private plane overnight.

An accident happened again.

The day before they set off, the French’s passion for freedom made this engineer put on a yellow vest and become a beautiful scenery in the Arc de Triomphe. He participated in the in full swing peace movement.

Then, he was arrested.

When Little Bob heard this, he flew into a rage. For the same reason, he did not dare to ask the government for help, so he could only recruit strong men in Comoros. He happened to hear that there was a local engineering company.

Therefore, the people of Kang Jinzhu Company were captured.

Later on, he considered that after excavating the ruins, these Chinese people would definitely die if they saw something they should not see. Since they had to silence them, why not use them?

The original plan was to give the French Embassy a few mortars so that the government could naturally send troops angrily and deal with Gambia. However, since the Chinese were replacing them, there was no need to hurt their compatriots.

Then, such an accident happened.

The mausoleum camp was wiped out, and the Chinese people imprisoned inside disappeared.

When he thought of this, Little Bob was even angrier.

“There’s no choice. We still need him now,” he said. “He’s only an ordinary Chinese person. Apart from his son far away in China, no one will really wants to save him. There won’t be any trouble.”

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

The deputy listened to the voice coming from outside the sewer and said to the leader, “There doesn’t seem to be anyone in the palace. Boss, have the troops been sent to the streets?”

“Quiet.”

They quietly advanced until they arrived at a dusty dilapidated house. They slowly pushed open the pull board and walked up warily.

In the next moment, the door was pushed open.

The white mercenaries and the Asian mercenaries looked at each other.

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