Reborn as a police officer in South Africa

I have to say that sometimes men are just cheap. The less they can get, the better they are. If you are as cold as ice to him, he will think you are playing hard to get. What’s more, there are those who insist that "a fierce woman is afraid of stalking a man."

"Dirty guys. For those guys, love is a war without gunpowder. Maybe life for them only means mating.

Phyllis faced this kind of guy.

Strictly speaking, the young man actually looks pretty good. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and is polite. When he smiles, his mouth is a little evil, and he is full of alluring charm.

Pooh!

In fact, Phyllis also wanted to do it, but in public, doing so seemed inconsistent with the character of a lady, so Phyllis could only deal with it coldly.

"Waiter, bring me a glass of Madame Veuve Clicquot champagne. I want to treat this lady to a drink." A guy who feels good about himself doesn't give up.

"Miss Phyllis, do you need help?" The commando, whose eyesight was still weak, finally showed up.

Phyllis didn't even want to say anything, she just nodded casually.

If the commandos just have poor eyesight, then the guy who feels good about himself simply has no eyesight. He invited a lady to drink and drank Madame Clicquot. Why not drink vodka?

"Sorry, sir, please get out of here." The commando immediately entered the role.

"Are you from the Qing Dynasty? I am the general manager of the Kailuan Coal Mine. I am an American. I just want to get to know this lady." That's right, the guy with no eyesight is Hoover.

The commando didn't care about the general manager of Kailuan Coal Mine. He gently opened his coat and saw a police badge hanging inside his coat. He wore a pistol and handcuffs around his waist. Although the pistol was not drawn out, the blue barrel was still a deterrent.

Full of strength.

"The Qing police in Johannesburg? It's interesting. When did there be the Qing police in Johannesburg? Isn't your police badge fake? It looks like it?" If it were a white policeman, then maybe Hoover would be more restrained, but the Chinese

Sorry, the Chinese have no deterrent effect on Hoover. Hoover worked in the Qing Dynasty. To Hoover, the Chinese were just piggies who could make money. Even if the piggies wore police badges, no one would be afraid of them.

Therefore, while Hoover was uttering insults, he also reached out to the police badge on the commando's clothes, apparently wanting to check whether it was genuine.

What would happen to an American who acted recklessly against the police in a British colony?

Sorry, this is not the 21st century.

At the beginning of the 20th century, Britain was still out of reach for the United States. Wall Street tycoons all wanted to marry their daughters to the poor families of British aristocrats.

This is no different from the late 20th century when highly educated women casually married an American tramp in order to go abroad.

Wall Street tycoons also want to marry their daughters to the top British aristocrats. Unfortunately, the top aristocrats look down on the upstarts in the United States.

Therefore, the status of Americans in the British colonies is really not high. If an American attacks the colonial police in a British colony, the consequences will usually be miserable.

So Hoover was very miserable.

It was almost as if Hoover's hand had just touched the commando badge.

With lightning speed, the commando grabbed Hoover's outstretched hand and pulled him forward. He raised his leg and put his knee on Hoover's stomach.

Ouch

Hoover screamed miserably, his eyes so wide that they almost popped out of his sockets. His original elation turned into a sudden shock of fear. The severe pain in his lower abdomen made Hoover feel that his intestines might have been broken.

The commando didn't stop, he pushed Hoover to the ground neatly, took out the handcuffs and cuffed Hoover directly.

The kind of handcuff in which one hand is raised and stretched from the back of the head to the back, and the other hand is behind the back and lifted up from the waist.

In fact, the commando's movements were a bit large, and Hoover's body flexibility was not very good, so when Hoover's hands were cuffed, you could clearly hear the crackling of Hoover's bones.

At this time, Hoover had no strength to scream. His face was pressed by the commando's knee, his cheek was pressed tightly to the floor, and his eyes were a little blurry.

"Hey, hey, hey, gentlemen, let him go. Mr. Herbert is a customer of our De Beers Consolidated Mining Company." The commandos moved too fast. Only after Hoover was handcuffed did someone intervene. Hoover was indeed

Talking about business with someone.

"No matter whose client he is, the majesty of the Pretoria Police Department cannot be offended." Roque finally arrived and walked into the restaurant with a gloomy expression, the inspector's badge on his shoulder shining brightly.

"Hello, Mr. Inspector, I am Mike Whitman, the manager of De Beers Unified Mining Company, and Mr. Herbert is our client." Mike took the initiative to extend his hand to Rock.

"Hello Mr. Mike, I am Senior Inspector Locke of the Pretoria Police Department. This gentleman is suspected of assaulting a police officer and harassing this lady in the restaurant. I suspect that he has other illegal acts. Now I want to take him back to investigate.

, if you have any objections to this matter, please contact the Pretoria Police Department, and the police department will give you a suitable answer." Roque said everything about attacking the police is nonsense, and the main purpose is to harass Phyllis.

"No, no, the situation is not that serious. Mr. Herbert just wants to get to know this lady." Mike tried to explain.

"But I have clearly told him that I don't want to know him, but he still keeps pestering me." Phyllis finally stood up and looked at Roark with anger in her eyes: "Where did you go so early in the morning? Why are you back now?"

this

This tone can easily be misunderstood.

At the very least, Mike looked at Rock with understanding.

Yes, if it was just a simple attack on the police, then with the power of De Beers Unified Mining Company, this matter should be suppressed.

If it was just pure harassment, then relying on the power of De Beers Unified Mining Company, it wouldn't be a big problem to get through.

But if this young lady has a close relationship with a senior inspector, it involves a personal vendetta, which is hard to say.

Moreover, Mike noticed very sensitively that Phyllis had a complicated emblem embroidered on her collar.

Although Mike couldn't identify which family's coat of arms this was, having a family coat of arms meant that he was undoubtedly of noble origin.

Big trouble!

"I want to work." Facing Phyllis, Rock's voice was much softer. His attitude was as gentle as that of a greasy middle-aged man with a strong wife at home. He didn't go home from get off work at night and went out to drink with friends, but he was so docile on the spot. Feeling guilty and helpless after being caught by my wife.

"Humph!" Felice's answer was simple and direct, and she turned around and left neatly.

"Sorry!" Rock gave Mike an apologetic look, grabbed the matcha cookies on the table, and hurried away after Phyllis.

At this time, I can still think of matcha biscuits, which are indeed more considerate than Madame Clicquot.