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In the end, Sean couldn't hold it back. He felt that he couldn't wrong himself.

After all, I came to Sarawak to benefit the people of Sarawak!

He leaned sideways and pressed against the wall, squeezing past Patinggi Abangjo Obudan, and then said with a smile: "Well, let's go to the next room to chat later. You take a shower first. You just drank too."

A lot of wine."

The corner of Obudin's mouth twitched uncontrollably. He knew that Sean thought he had just taken off his pants and made it too disgusting.

But, as a politician, why should you be called a politician if you want face?

Even though they are just indigenous politicians, they are not inherited.

"Mr. Sean was thoughtful, hehe, hehe." As he said that, Obudan walked towards the bedroom.

Natasha smiled sweetly at Oboudan, walked up and stretched out her slender fingers to undress Oboudan.

Obudan took a step back in fright. He couldn't figure out the relationship between this woman and Sean, so it was better not to touch her yet.

Natasha didn't mind when she saw this, she took two steps back, blew a kiss, turned around and walked out chicly.

It wasn't until he confirmed that there was no one in the room that Obudan let out a sigh of relief, and his face darkened a little bit.

I was set up by Sean, but I still don’t know what that person is going to do.

Thinking that he had just taken off his pants in the living room and exposed his ugly appearance, an evil fire rose in his chest.

He doesn't dare to curse people now. Who knows if there are cameras installed here.

When he thought of the camera, his expression became even uglier. The way he thrust his hips and swung his hips just now...

Ahhhhh!!!

Probably, probably not?

What is Sean's identity, status, and behavior...

Sean: Fart, how could I do such obscene things as videotaping? That was all done by Armstrong, the intelligence chief!

Armstrong: Yes, yes, if the President of the United States does anything wrong, it is the FBI that is the bad one!

Thinking of Sean's behavior, all the unscrupulous, vicious and so on in his mind, Aubdan's heartbeat skipped half a beat, what the hell should he do if he was even more worried!

While thinking about it, I took off my clothes and walked into the bathroom.

…

On the other side, Sean waited for a while, and Oboudan walked in after washing himself.

Sean didn't get up, he just smiled and said: "Look, after taking a bath, I feel much younger immediately. Come and sit, come and sit."

"It was a little joke, Obudan, you won't be angry."

"No, no, that lady is very beautiful. As a gentleman, how can you be angry with a beautiful woman?" Oboudan looked very generous.

"I knew it." Sean smiled and joked: "As expected, the Bardingyi family, which has been ups and downs with the Brook family for more than a hundred years, has been deeply affected."

Sean suddenly mentioned the Brook family, which made Obudan stunned for a while. He fell into memories for a moment, with a bit of melancholy on his face.

How wonderful it was back then, there was no such intrigue as now.

Although he still had a father above his head, being British at that time made him more comfortable than a bunch of damn Malay natives.

Why, everyone is aboriginal!

For more than 20 years since the merger with Malay, the Patinggi family has really given away a lot of benefits.

Batinggi...ah, it's the Iban people who are suffering!...

"The Brook family's decision to abdicate is too hasty." Obudan shook his head and sighed.

"Are you still in contact?" Sean asked with a smile.

"In the beginning, there were less in recent years. After Charles Weiner Winterbrook returned to the UK, things were fine in the first few years. Later, several of the family's investments failed. Now Charles Weiner Winterbrook

Winterbrook’s son seems to have passed away a few years ago, but his grandson is still alive.”

"You also think Brooke Dynasty is good?" Sean asked with a smile.

"Huh?" Auban was stunned, looking at Sean up and down, and finally understood the problem. Sean is an American, why did he suddenly mention cloth?

It's about the Luke Dynasty.

Although it is said to be a kingdom, not many people actually know about it. Even outside of Borneo, not many people know about it.

"Mr. Sean knows Sarawak very well." Obudan said meaningfully.

"Without any preparation, how could I come here secretly to see Mr. Obudin?" Sean smiled.

The word "secret" made Obudin very alert, "I wonder why Mr. Sean came to see me this time?"

"Restore the Brooke dynasty, correct the mistakes of history, and put history back on the right track where it should have stayed." Sean talked eloquently.

Obudin stood up suddenly in shock, his expression was a little distorted, and he looked at Sean in disbelief, "Wait, what did you say? I seem to have heard wrongly."

"I think you heard it very clearly." Sean laughed, "There's nothing surprising. The Brooke dynasty has just passed 40 years, hasn't it? Many people of that generation are still alive, and they all miss the rule of the Brooke family.

.”

"Am I right, Mr. Patinggi Abangjo Obudan?"

"For example?" Obudan raised his eyebrows.

"For example, the Marano people."

"For example, the descendants of Lanfang Republic."

"Mr. Sean, have you seen them?" Obudan's words revealed his eagerness.

"I came to Sarawak secretly."

"Does it mean America?"

"No, that's what I meant!"

Obudin: I understand, what I mean by the white house, who doesn’t know about your relationship with the Bush family!

"Why is the United States doing this? The relationship between Malaysia and the United States is not tense, right? What benefits does this do to the United States?" Obudan asked rhetorically.

He has relatively strong political sensitivity, and what he thinks about is the United States' layout in Southeast Asia.

But why exactly he did this, he couldn't figure out.

"I said it, it's what I meant!" Sean looked serious.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Sean, what do you mean, then, why?" Auban looked like there were only two people in the room, and what are you trying to hide at this time?

Sean: "..."

What about the trust between people?

To be honest, no one believes it!

"You shouldn't ask me why?" Sean smiled and moved his buttocks to sit over, stretched out his fingers and hit Obudin's chest hard. "You should ask me, what are the benefits of doing this to the Badingyi family!"

"You don't really think of yourself as a Malay, do you think of yourself as a loyal subject of the Malays?" There was a hint of ridicule on the corner of Sean's mouth...

Obudan: "..."

Okay, I didn't think about it for a while.

I really don’t blame him for this. Sean’s methods were so fucking despicable. This gave him the first impression that Sean was causing trouble. When the impression was bad, his thoughts went in the wrong direction. All he could think about was the United States.

How can Sean think of his own family in his conspiracy?

"You are first of all the Patinggi family chief, the leader of the Iban people, then the Malay people, and finally the government official."

"Can you understand what I say?" Sean's words were unceremonious and he asked with a hint of instruction.

Obudan took a deep breath and exhaled it heavily. He did this several times in a row before he completely calmed down.

If the Brooke dynasty is restored, there is no need for Sean to teach him how much benefit it will bring to him.

At 40 years old, what the Patinggi family is like in Sarawak is what the future will be like.

That's the real Tu Emperor, who speaks the truth.

I am God and I am the law!

Of course, the economic benefits are not that great. Many interests in the land are handed over to the Chinese to help manage them. They are like the sultans of the Malay Peninsula. They just enjoy life.

The reason why everything is left to the Chinese is because the Chinese are spread all over Southeast Asia and around the world, and have a complete business network, which they, the indigenous people, absolutely do not have.

But things are different now. After World War II, science and technology developed rapidly in the world.

development, communication becomes more convenient, and the world becomes smaller.

If the dynasty is restored, they will be the Iban sultans, living a more luxurious life and completely escaping from the shackles of the law. As long as the dynasty is still there and the system remains unchanged, it will last forever.

The feudal poison has slowly receded in other places, but in Southeast Asia and Central Asia it is still as deep-rooted as ever.

Seeing Obudan breathing slowly and rapidly, and his face gradually turning red, Sean knew that he had figured it out.

Sean spoke again, "The people of Sarawak have the right to decide the future of Sarawak without interference from other people, other ethnic groups, and other countries."

"National independence, anti-racial discrimination, and human rights issues cannot be doubted!"

"Yes, Sarawakians and Ibans have the right to feel like their own people and their own country, instead of being exploited by the Malays." Obudan said fiercely.

"They were exploited by people from the Malay Peninsula. There are also Malays in Sarawak." Sean emphasized.

"No, no, no, Mr. Sean, they can also be Indonesians, Sarawakians, or Bangni people, but they are not Malays!" Obudan emphasized, "It cannot be because of what you said.

The similar language forcefully brings people of two different nationalities together."

"This is immoral, not against human rights, and even more undemocratic!"

Good guy, Sean looked at Obudin in surprise, OK, you understand democracy!

"Yes, they can vote to decide what race they are. Letting people decide their own race instead of having it imposed by the government is very democratic and very American!" Sean said with a laugh.

In the U.S. identity information, you have to fill in your nationality yourself.

This is called democracy!

"The Malays will not agree." After laughing for a while, Obudan's expression became serious again, "In the final analysis, the country is still divided. Sarawak cannot resist the Malays regardless of its population, economy, or army."

…

"It doesn't matter, I will take action!" Sean said calmly.

The new Brook Kingdom has the right to hire an umbrella company to help protect the political integrity of its own country when it is unable to do so.

The Umbrella Company is willing to help the Brook Kingdom maintain its rule out of considerations of human rights and regional peace.

"Then there's no problem." Obudan thought for a while and said.

In his heart, if the United States supports it, then the world supports it.

He has more confidence in the United States than Sean does in the United States.

"This matter is not a trivial matter. It is not convenient for our Badingyi family to jump out and say anything, so..." Obudan looked at Sean with some embarrassment.

These people want benefits but don't want to take responsibility.

Sean just smiled and said, "There will be times when Iban people need to stand up and speak out."

"We'll see." Sean smiled and gently shook Obudan's hand, then quickly took it back and rubbed it on the sofa, "Oh, by the way, Miss Natasha, who just brought Mr. Oboudan up, I admire you very much.

you."

"Oh haha, it turns out that this beautiful lady is called Natasha, what a beautiful name." Auban laughed, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.

"Yes, Miss Natasha is still waiting for Mr. Oboudin in the room."

"I haven't asked who this Miss Natasha is yet?" Natasha's alluring figure and ever-changing temperament echoed in Obudan's mind, and he suddenly felt ready to move.

What you can’t get is always in commotion!

"Oh, she is Russian and a swallow." Sean said with a smile.

"Oh, it's Russia...what!" Obudin shook his head and suddenly became more awake, "Swallow? The Soviet Union?"

"Hmm." Sean nodded, "It has a different flavor."

Legend has it that Yanzi is the most capable female spy, and she likes to wear her clothes off and assassinate her target while sleeping with someone.

No matter how carefully they check, they can still bring in the murder weapon.

Some people speculated that their murder weapon was hidden

over there.

A small pistol can still fit inside.

This kind of gun is actually very common, and there are pistols produced specifically for children in the United States.

The United States not only has children's pistols, but also assault rifles and submachine guns specially designed for children, which highlight democracy, freedom, and human rights.

"Hehe, hehe." Auban laughed dryly, "This is the gift I prepared for Miss Natasha. The banquet is actually waiting for me next time. Next time, next time."

As he spoke, Obudan took his watch from his hand and placed it on the table.

You can't give money. Giving money is like prostitution. It's so disrespectful.

Natasha: I don’t mind, I really don’t mind!

"Well, that's such a pity. I think Miss Natasha will be sad." Sean smiled and sent Obudan out the door.

After a while, Natasha walked in, and Sean picked up the watch and threw it away, "This is a gift from Mr. Aubdan just now."

"A!" Natasha picked it up and kissed it without hesitation, "What a generous gentleman."

What's wrong with the swallow? The swallow really wants to live!

Now that the Soviet Union has no time to take care of itself, they, the swallows wandering outside, of course have to find a new nest for themselves...

After driving Natasha away, Sean lay down on the bed. It was getting late and he was too lazy to change his place, so he stayed here.

I was just lying on the bed alone, and suddenly I couldn't help but start thinking, I remember there are many beauties in Malaysia, what are they called...

Thinking, thinking, I drifted off to sleep.

…

Ahmad Zaidi, the current head of state of Sarawak, has a status equivalent to the sultan of other Malay states.

Rights are somewhere between having and not having them…

Yes, the Malay system is so strange.

This is like the emperor and the prime minister. If the emperor is particularly strong, he will naturally decide the world's major issues with one word.

But if the emperor is soft, then naturally the prime minister has the power to prevent the emperor's orders from leaving the palace.

As long as the prime minister doesn't cause big problems and is caught, the emperor is just a clay statue of Bodhisattva placed in a Buddhist niche.

Unfortunately, this is the situation in Sarawak now. Taib Mahmud has been in this position for more than ten years.

The old and immortal white hair seems to have taken root and sprouted, and has grown up in the position of chief minister, and looking at it now, he can continue to do so!

Ahmad Zaidi was very depressed about this.

Early in the morning, on his way to work, Ahmad Zaidi was lying in the car, thinking about when Taib Imam would die!

At the intersection in front, a road maintenance sign stood on the ground, and a group of people in yellow jackets in front were doing repairs near the sewer entrance.

Because the road is closed, a traffic policeman is directing traffic.

Although Kuching, the Cat City, is not very big, it is the capital city with a land area of ​​140,000 square kilometers. It has a large population and is quite busy during the morning rush hour.

The traffic policeman gestured solemnly to divert the vehicles congested at the intersection, and most of the vehicles were asked to go to the left intersection.

This is nothing, just going in a circle.

When they got to Ahmad Zaidi's car, the traffic policeman changed his gesture and pointed to the right where there was less traffic.

The driver showed a satisfied smile. The traffic policeman was very discerning and knew it was the head of state's car, so he specifically pointed to a road with absolutely no traffic jams.

Turning on the light and turning right, Ahmad Zaidi turned his head and ignored it.

The car here had just turned around and accelerated when it saw a box truck suddenly pass it and quickly merge in front of it.

The driver frowned and cursed in his mind, who the hell is so indifferent!

"Beep, beep!" The horn was honked several times.

Getting him to give way is impossible!

There is no such logic in the world for a dignified head of state to make way for a bastard!

As soon as the horn was pressed, the car in front immediately started to move. After the van adjusted its position, a long steel plate with a washboard pattern, like an open lid, came out of the rear compartment with a bang.

on the ground.

This incident startled Ahmad Zaidi's car behind him, and he subconsciously clicked on the brakes.

But before the driver could react, the car behind him suddenly accelerated and hit him on his butt.

As soon as Ahmad and Zaidi's car stopped together, the van in front of him suddenly braked as if by coincidence. Ahmad Zaidi's car was pushed uncontrollably, and his butt jumped into the van's cargo.

In the box…

Two people ran out of the stopped car, stepped on the steel plate and rushed into the car. At the same time, the car automatically retracted the steel plate, closed the door, started, and left.

The accident took less than 10 seconds in total. People and cars nearby heard a loud noise, and then nothing happened.

"Did you see clearly that there were three cars just now?"

"Are you dazzled? Aren't the two cars good?"

"Yeah?"

"Isn't it?!"

The car behind is exactly the same as Ahmad Zaidi's car.

The head of state of Sarawak just disappeared from people's sight on his way to work.

…

It was pitch dark inside the carriage. The driver, bodyguards, and Head of State Ahmad Zaidi were all stunned at this moment.

Until now, they are still confused and don't understand what happened.

Why did everything change after just one brake?

The change was so sudden that there was no time for people to react.

What the hell, magic?

The panicked bodyguard wanted to get out of the car and take a look, but the space in the car was limited, and no one could get out through the opening of the car.

I wanted to pick up the phone to make a call, but found that there was no signal at all.

Just when everyone was panicking, a voice from outside said, "Hey guys, listen to me, don't get excited, our boss wants to ask Mr. Ahmad Zaidi to have a chat, be quiet, it will be good for you."

One sentence fell into the ears of Ahmad Zaidi and became two words: kidnapping!

No, are robbers so rampant now?

Kidnapping the head of state of a region?

Is the security situation in Sarawak already so bad?

Also, wasn’t it the direction of the traffic police’s command just now?

It was all here, and Ahmad Zaidi realized after contacting him one after another. Damn it, there was something wrong with the traffic police, and the road maintenance ahead must be fake.

They are all kidnappers!

So outrageous!

So interchangeable!

Hard to guard against!

Who would have thought that traffic police and road maintenance are fake?

Even if there was a convoy with traffic police in the past, they would not have thought of this aspect.

In a large warehouse, Lorraine stood at the window on the second floor, looking at the van that drove in, with a strange expression on her face, "How did you come up with these ways to kidnap people?"

"It's so smooth, so smooth that it makes people panic!"

"What is kidnapping? This is 'please, please understand!" Sean pursed his lips and pretended to be angry and said: "You are insulting me. Kidnapping requires money for meat tickets. Do I want money?

"

"I don't!"

"How can you call it prostitution if you don't give money? How can you call it kidnapping?"

Lorraine rolled her eyes, twisted her waist, took cat steps, and walked downstairs.

Below, the van was parked, the back door opened, and finally the light came into view. The driver glanced at Ahmad Zaidi behind him.

Ahmad Zaidi was panicking now, but he couldn't show it. He just glared at the driver and said, "What are you thinking about if you don't reverse the car? Are you going to stay here?"

Oh shit!

What the fuck are these bodyguards like? They are so insecure!

The driver was scolded and quickly reversed the car honestly. The angle may have been a bit wide, and there was a lot of banging on the ground.

I did it twice, but no one cared about it at the moment.

Everyone is going to die!

The car door opened, the driver and bodyguard got out first, and there were seven or eight heavily armed and loaded men standing around.

They were all wearing helmets and masks, and it was hard to tell who they were from.

Anyway, he doesn't look like a good person.

Who is a good person who covers his face and points an assault rifle at others?

The sound of footsteps sounded, and Lorraine, dressed in all white, walked down the wrought iron stairs, "Mr. Ahmad Zaidi, good morning, our boss wants to have a chat with you."

Ahmad Zaidi was sitting in the car, his butt seemed to be growing on it, and he didn't want to get out of the car.

It's not a question of whether he's afraid or not, it's just that his legs are a little reluctant.

Of course, now it's not a question of whether he is willing or not.

Ahmad Zaidi got out of the car and looked up at Lorraine. His eyes were full of surprise. Have the kidnappers started looking for such a beautiful secretary now?

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