Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1302 The Way of Hospitality

The police are always late. By the time the police arrived, the fire in the bar was out of control. The bartender and the bar owner who arrived later were devastated. It is normal to fight in bars. Fights to this extent are rare. Loss Initial estimates put it at over $[-].

That was ten thousand dollars in 1920, a lot.

Zhu Shun's George White didn't run away, and the others didn't care, Zhu Shun was still wearing the uniform of the Southern African Navy, and the monk could not escape the temple if he ran away.

So Zhu Shun and George White were taken back to the police station to assist in the investigation.

"—that's how it happened, the hooligans in the bar tried to rob Sergeant Zhu Shun, Sergeant Zhu Shun counterattacked, then there was a fight in the bar, and one person died during the process, the one who tried to rob Sergeant Zhu Shun at the beginning Jack, but Jack was not beaten to death by Sergeant Zhu Shun, but was smothered to death by the smoke after the fire." Patton took the initiative to report to Roque that if it only caused property damage, Patton could handle it by himself. It is very troublesome, and now the New York City government requires the British delegation to hand over the murderer and compensate the bar that suffered heavy losses.

I don't know what standard the New York City government used to calculate the loss. Anyway, the final statistical result is 150 million pounds, which greatly exceeds the actual loss caused by the fire.

"The New York City government said 150 million is 150 million? You are so poor and crazy!" Rock definitely refused to accept the price, and it was even more impossible to hand it over. Members of the British delegation have diplomatic immunity in New York, and American courts have no right to sue the British Royal Navy. Members conduct a trial.

Alas, Roque couldn't even imagine that naval officers and soldiers still have such privileges in the United States.

"The New York City government did it on purpose. They don't want money at all. They just want to make us lose face by asking for money—" Stoudemire dismissed it. K would certainly not accept such blackmail.

"Find a lawyer to file a lawsuit with the New York City government, and wait for him for a year or two to discuss—" Sidney Milner also refused to accept it. The New York City government wanted to create momentum and win more interests for the United States in the Navy Conference.

"If there is a lawsuit, it will be in the hands of the Americans. They want to show the Americans how domineering our British Empire is." Rock does not give the Americans a chance. The United States is not a threat at all in the Americas. The ship plan also needs to build momentum.

"Did it lose money?" Stoudemire was surprised. 150 million pounds is not a small number. If it is a warship, the cost of the "Johannesburg" heavy cruiser is less than 150 million.

Of course, when it was announced to the outside world, the cost of the heavy cruise of the "Johannesburg" must be more than that. The Edward Shipyard, like other companies in southern Africa, also employs many African-American workers. Among the announced costs, the salaries of these African-American workers, Same wages as southern African workers.

When Southern Africa was announced to the public, the cost of the heavy patrol of the "Johannesburg" was 200 million rand, and the actual cost was about 80 to [-].

Compared with the British battlecruiser "Hood", the cost of the heavy cruiser "Johannesburg" is much lower.

"Good idea——" Rock will not lose money. With the 150 million pounds, it would be great to build two more "Johannesburg" cruisers.

Probably not enough, but not too much difference, the more of this thing is made, the lower the average cost will be.

What Stoudemire and Patton didn't know was that while the New York City government was about to move, Brad's office was also acting.

The bar that was destroyed by the fire was called "Orange Sky". The owner was Italian Tony Downer. Tony Downer was upset these days. His family relied on "Orange Sky" for their livelihood. Now "Orange Sky" was destroyed by the fire. Burned down, the life of Tony's family is in trouble.

Just the day before yesterday, a guy who claimed to be a worker of the federal government approached Tony Downer and gave Tony Downer $2000 to sue the British delegation, and promised to bear all the expenses and pay if he succeeded Give Tony Downer another fee.

If it didn't involve southern Africa, maybe Tony Downer would have followed suit. It's hard to say if it involved southern Africa. Tony Downer is not stupid, because he dared not sue the British delegation for $2000.

"Our pub was burned down and we lost our only source of livelihood. The British should give us due compensation." In an apartment next to Kate Street, Tony Downer's wife was threatening. With three children, the family relies on Orange Sky for sustenance.

"Shut up, what do you know? Money is money, you know money, be careful to die for money." Tony Downer was unusually sober. He didn't want to be involved in the conflict of interests between Britain and the United States. Compared with the interests of the two countries, Tony ·Donald is just a small person, if he is not careful, he will be crushed.

"But we can't live without money—" screamed Tony Downer's wife.

"Shut up, I said it, I will find a way!" Tony Downer roared, the children were frightened by Tony Downer and his wife, and burst into tears, and the living room was filled with a sad atmosphere.

Bang Bang Bang --

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Tony, are you home? I'm Camacho—"

Tony Downer was stunned for a moment, his forehead was dripping with sweat instantly.

"Quickly, take the children upstairs, and remember, no matter what happens, don't come down, I love you, my dear—" Tony Donner panicked, and rushed his wife and children upstairs.

The wife hurriedly carried the child upstairs, looking at Tony Downer with worry.

Camacho was a well-known gangster in Tony Downer's neighborhood. It was said that he was closely related to the Italian Mafia, and he might be a member of the Mafia. Tony Donner knew that Camacho had killed people.

When he opened the door, there stood Camacho in a suit and leather shoes and two thugs. The thugs looked fierce and looked at Tony Downer with malicious intent.

Tony Downer took a deep breath and smiled: "Mr. Camacho, hello—"

"Hello Tony, long time no see, how is the business recently——" Camacho walked straight in, and blurted out before realizing that he had said the wrong thing: "—Sorry, I just found out what happened, Kenny That bastard is dead, I have someone put him in a sack and throw him into the East River, are you satisfied with the result?"

Tony Downer turned pale, he knew that Camacho could do such a thing.

"Hey guy, you're a big shot now, do you know how many calls I've gotten about you in the past two days? Someone asked me to give you a sum of money and send you away, someone asked me to kill you directly, and someone asked me I protect you—God, I don't even know what to do, maybe I should go to church and hear what God has to say—" Camacho sat down on the only sofa in the living room, and his two thugs, One stood behind Camacho, and the other stood beside Tony Downer.

"Mr. Camacho, I've never been short of what I should pay, for God's sake—" Tony Donner didn't know whether what Camacho said was true or not, he now The only certainty is that he is in great danger.

As the boss of "Orange Sky", it would be normal for Tony Downer to die now. It might be murder, or putting the blame on others, or even a myocardial infarction—

Who knows, in this era of New York, human life is worthless, and some desperate guys will kill for ten dollars.

"Tony, we are all poor people abandoned by God, otherwise we would not have come to New York from Italy—" Camacho took out a cigar, and the subordinate immediately took out a lighter and lit it for Camacho.

Tsk, the low-profile version of the godfather has a sense of sight.

"Yes, we are all Italians, for the sake of being Italians—" Tony Downer was about to cry, his spirit was in a breakdown: "—Mr. Camacho, don't kill me , I will do whatever you ask me to do, and I will definitely satisfy you—"

Camacho finally smiled, and was very satisfied with Tony Downer's reaction: "Mr. Jorginho asked you to sign this power of attorney, and then you will get ten thousand dollars. If I were you, I would Take this money and leave New York, or even leave the United States, and start a new life in a new place—”

Camacho took out a power of attorney, the content of the power of attorney is very concise, if signed, it means that Tony Downer entrusts the right to claim to Mr. Jorginho.

Tony Downer didn’t know Jorginho, but he had heard of the name. Legend has it that Jorginho is the underground king of New York. The entire gray area in New York belongs to Jorginho, and Camacho is also for Jorginho. O work.

Before Tony Downer could speak, there was another knock on the door.

Tony Downer didn't dare to open the door, and he didn't dare to speak.

"Go and open the door—" Camacho put away the authorization letter, and took a deep puff on his cigar.

"Mr. Tony Downer?" At the door was a young man of Chinese descent in a suit and leather shoes. He wore a pair of glasses and held a briefcase in his hand. He looked like a lawyer.

"Yes, it's me, I'm Tony Downer." Tony Downer answered honestly.

"Hello, Mr. Tony Downer, my name is Lei Ming—" Lei Ming introduced himself, and then he saw the thugs behind Tony Downer.

"Hi sir, it's not convenient for me right now—" Tony Donner didn't want Lei Ming to come in.

"Why?" Lei Ming remained expressionless.

"Why don't you invite guests in, Tony, this is not the way of hospitality in Italy." Camacho also wanted to hear what Lei Ming had to say.

Walking into the living room, Lei Ming fixed his eyes on Camacho, looked at him twice and stretched out his hand with a smile: "Hi, let me introduce myself. I am Lei Ming, a lawyer from Umbrella Company. Haven't asked for advice yet?"

Camacho suddenly had a complicated expression. The name of the tree of shadows and the umbrella are well-known even in New York.

New York now also has a branch of the Umbrella Company, and Umbrella has about 200 operational personnel in New York.

(End of this chapter)