Reborn as a police officer in South Africa

Kuching is a closed and quaint small town. The word "Kuching" means cat in Malay, so Kuching is also called the "Cat City".

In the 1930s, Kuching had a small city area and a small urban population. The Sarawak River ran through the north of the city, and the cities were all on the south bank of the river. Kuching Port was at the end of the river.

The main population of Kuching includes Malays, Chinese, Indians, Dayaks, etc. Most of the Chinese living in Kuching are Hakkas. There is a mature Chinatown in Kuching. The entrance is full of Chinese-style archways, which is Chinatown. The most prominent sign.

The most famous Chinese restaurant in Kuching's Chinatown is called "Hakka". The owner, Huang Ada, is a third-generation Chinese living in Kuching.

After the independence of East India, most of the Chinese in Sarawak left Sarawak to settle in East India. There were very few Chinese who remained in Sarawak. Chinatown in Kuching was no longer as prosperous as it used to be, and Huang Ada's business became more and more popular. It's getting harder and harder to do.

"Sooner or later, we have to go to Coconut City. Sarawak is no longer the same Sarawak it used to be." Huang Ada always said this, but he always did not leave because he could not bear to be a "Hakka".

"Hakka" was founded by Huang Ada's grandfather, and it has been 40 years now.

The older generation of Chinese left their hometowns and came to Southeast Asia to seek life, which was called "going to Nanyang". The Chinese at that time were not as prosperous as the Chinese in Southeast Asia today. Huang Ada's grandfather worked as a coolie and a hawker. He married a local man when he was more than 30 years old. My wife, and now I have the "Hakka".

Every table and chair in the "Hakka" was built by Huang Ada's grandfather himself, and they are still strong and durable after decades. Huang Ada is as reluctant to leave the Hakka people as he is to leave Kuching.

Kuching is now Huang Ada’s hometown.

In the past two months, a timber merchant from southern Africa has booked Huang Ada's hotel. This businessman has made a lot of money and has many followers. Huang Ada is very happy.

On this day, Huang Ah Da just opened the store in the morning, and two Japanese customers came to the store.

The Japanese are perverse, stingy and trouble-loving. They always like to dine in restaurants run by Chinese. After the meal, they will use some minor problems as an excuse to refuse to pay the bill. The same goes for these two Japanese. There were flies in the meal and he refused to pay. Huang Ada begged hard, hoping that the Japanese would give him some money and not pay too much.

"Sir, our hotel has always had a good reputation. This kind of problem has never happened before. I don't know why it happened." Huang Ada couldn't argue. Although there are many mosquitoes in Sarawak, Huang Ada's restaurants always attach great importance to hygiene issues. This has never happened before.

"How much does this meal cost in total?" The older Japanese man, whose Chinese is not very good, asked one word at a time.

"It only costs two shillings in total." Prices at Huang Ah Restaurant are not expensive, and Sarawak's income level is not high.

"A fly was eaten in the dish, do you have the nerve to ask for money? You only need to compensate us one pound, and we can forgive you." The two Japanese laughed loudly, they didn't want to pay at all.

"Please don't do this, please," Huang Ada begged. One pound is equal to 20 shillings, which is ten times the price of the food.

At this time, Huang Ada's daughter came out of the back kitchen to serve the guests at the table next to her.

When the young Japanese saw Huang Ada's daughter, his eyes lit up, he patted the table and laughed loudly: "It's okay if you don't have money, you can use this girl to pay off your debts."

"Please don't do this. This is my daughter. I don't want your money anymore. You can leave." Huang Ada stopped the young Japanese, but he was slapped in the face by the young Japanese.

"Go away, don't hinder my interest!" The young Japanese laughed and reached out to pull Huang Ada's daughter.

"Hey, don't go too far." The customer at the next table finally couldn't hold it any longer.

The guests at this table are the entourage of the timber merchant.

"Don't meddle in other people's business!" The young Japanese was arrogant and unreasonable. He opened his clothes and revealed the short sword he carried at his waist.

Two young men at the other table looked at each other and suddenly laughed loudly. One of the young men casually took out a pistol and placed it on the table.

The expressions of the two Japanese changed drastically. This was a Python detective revolver produced in southern Africa.

"Who are you?" The young Japanese still refused to give up.

"Get out!" The young man who pulled out the gun looked disgusted. Such an expression usually does not appear on the faces of Chinese people in Sarawak.

Although there are many Chinese in Southeast Asia, their social status is not high.

Many Chinese in Southeast Asia were treated as "piglets" and sold as coolies.

Many Chinese people rely on their hard work and although they are slightly financially well-off, they still cannot change the fate of "piglets".

Every time the conflicts between the British, French, and Dutch colonists and the local indigenous people intensified, the Chinese in Southeast Asia were pushed out as scapegoats to ease the conflicts between the colonists and the indigenous people.

Every time there was an economic problem with the colonial government, the wealth accumulated by the Chinese people through hard work would be harvested in various ways, and every time there would be rivers of blood, which was horrific.

Some people say that the status of the Chinese in Southeast Asia is similar to that of the Hebrews in Europe.

The Hebrews were ostracized by Europeans because of their usury, hoarding, and unkind pursuit of wealth, which aroused public outrage.

The Chinese work hard to get rich, but they become "piglets" because they don't have a strong backer. There is a fundamental difference between the two.

It was not until the rise of southern Africa that this situation fundamentally changed.

At least in the past ten years or so, the horrific and vicious events of previous centuries have never happened in Southeast Asia.

What is unexpected is that just when even the British began to subconsciously improve the social status of the Chinese, the most discriminatory against the Chinese in East Asia turned out to be the Japanese.

So when the expression of "disgust" appeared, the young and old guys didn't have time to stop it. The young Japanese's sensitive self-esteem was greatly hit. He easily pulled out the short sword from his waist and blurted out "Baga"

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Even if you don't know Japanese, you can still judge the meaning of the word "Baga" from the expression, tone, and the environment at that time.

At the moment when the Japanese pulled out the sword.

The guy who just took out the pistol and put it on the table quickly picked up the pistol and pointed it at the Japanese who drew the sword, and then shot without hesitation.

Boom!

Boom!

The guy who fired the gun was very accurate. After the first shot hit the face, he fired two more shots. The python detective revolver was so powerful at close range that the head of the Japanese who drew the sword exploded like a smashed watermelon. The scene was horrific.

The guy who fired the gun was ruthless. After killing the Japanese who drew his sword, he pointed the gun at the other who was stunned.

The Japanese are really not as tough as they seem.

When the guy saw the black hole with the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, he didn't have the toughness he expected, and he knelt down with a "pop" sound.

This kneeling is not unjust. Compared with life, dignity is too cheap.

It's a pity that the cruelty and cruelty on the other side is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

The Japanese's kneeling was of no use at all. The guy with the gun didn't even blink. Bah, bah, bah!

This time it was finally clean.

"Xiao Li, you are just too murderous and you are so bloody. How can you eat this meal?" The other person sat still and watched Xiao Li kill two people in a row while still eating steamed buns.

Tang Ada didn't know the name of the man eating the buns, he only knew that his name was Lao Zhang.

When Lao Zhang was talking, he waved to Tang Ada.

Tang Ada was trembling all over. He had killed countless chickens in his life and had never seen such a tragic scene.

"Boss?" Lao Zhang emphasized his tone.

"Oh, come on, come on." Tang Ada tried his best not to look at the two rotten watermelons on the ground, enduring great discomfort and came to Lao Zhang's side.

Lao Zhang pointed his finger on the table.

Tang Ada looked confused, not knowing what Lao Zhang meant.

"Wipe it, the blood is all splattered on the table." Lao Zhang's words made Tang Ada slowly come back to his senses.

There are dead people here, the smell of blood is so strong, do the buns still taste good?

It looks like it should be quite fragrant.

But if someone is killed here, shouldn't the biggest concern be the aftermath?

The first thing you were concerned about was the blood splattered on the table.

Can you be more serious?

"Boss, I'm killing people for you. Don't look at this guy kneeling down. Such people are the most dangerous. They are flexible and flexible." Xiao Li was very satisfied with his behavior. He opened the magazine and poured out the cartridge case with a bang.

He loaded the six bullets one by one without shaking his hands: "So let's skip this breakfast. I can't help you kill people in vain."

Tang A's view of the Three Great Views is fragmented.

You kill people as casually as I kill chickens.

And what do you mean by this? As long as you give me money, you can help kill people. Then can you help me kill Hirohito Tsumiya?

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it when the patrol comes." Lao Zhang was equally relaxed and casual, as if he had killed two chickens.

The patrol police arrived surprisingly quickly. Before Lao Zhang and Xiao Li finished drinking their porridge, the patrol police arrived.

"You two, what's going on?" The patrol policeman was cautious. Anyone who dared to kill people in the street must be confident.

"Did you see the knife in that guy's hand? He wanted to attack me, but I shot him directly. This guy threatened me and also posed a huge threat to my safety, so I shot. It was self-defense." Xiao Li

Serious.

The patrolman's expression was shattered.

Who asked you this?

Lao Zhang was the more reliable one. After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, he put down the bowl in his hand, burped with satisfaction, and expelled two shillings. He said something casually when he stood up.

"We are Southern Africans, from Umbrella!"

Southern Africans!

Or the Southern Africans of Umbrella Corporation!

Tang Ada didn't know why, but he suddenly felt that it was reasonable for this kind of thing to happen.

ps: There is still a wave of guests at noon today, and then all the guests from the Mid-Autumn Festival will come. If you don’t sacrifice at noon, then we will start to make up for it in the afternoon. If you sacrifice, we will start to make up tomorrow.

(End of chapter)