Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 135

I have to say, sometimes a man is a cheap bone, the more you can't get, the better. You treat him coldly, and he thinks you are playing hard to get, not to mention that there are people who insist that "a strong woman is afraid of a man". "The nasty guys, for those guys, love is a war without gunpowder, maybe life for them, there is only the meaning of mating.

Phyllis was facing such a guy.

Strictly speaking, the young man's appearance is actually not bad, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a gentle manner. When he smiles, the corners of his mouth are a little sinister, full of seductive charm——

Pooh!

In fact, Phyllis also wanted to "bah", but in the public, doing so seemed not in line with the personality of a lady, so Phyllis could only deal with it indifferently.

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

"Miss Phyllis, do you need help?" The commando, who was still half-sighted, finally showed up.

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

If the commando just has poor eyesight, then the guy who feels good about himself simply has no eyesight. He invites a lady to drink, and also drinks Mrs. Veuve Clicquot, why not drink vodka——

"Sorry sir, please get out of here." The commando immediately fell into character.

"You—are you from the Qing Dynasty? I am the general manager of Kailuan Coal Mine, and 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 clothes, with a police badge hanging inside his coat, and a pistol and handcuffs around his waist. Although the pistol was not drawn out, the blue barrel still threatened Full of strength.

"The Qing Dynasty police in Johannesburg? Interesting, since when did there be Qing Dynasty police in Johannesburg? I'm afraid your police badge is not fake, it looks like it?" If it was a white policeman, maybe Hoover would be more restrained, but the Chinese ——

Sorry, the Chinese are no deterrent to Hoover. Hoover works in the Qing Dynasty. To Hoover, the Chinese are just piggies who can make money, and even if the piggies wear police badges, no one will be afraid of them——

So, while Hoover was swearing, he also reached out to the police badge on the commando's shirt, apparently wanting to check if it was real.

What good can an American do with the police in a British colony?

Sorry, it's not the 21st century.

At the beginning of the [-]th century, Britain was still unattainable for the United States. Wall Street tycoons all wanted to marry their daughters to the shabby British nobles.

This is no different from those highly educated women who randomly married an American homeless man in order to go abroad at the end of the [-]th century.

The Wall Street tycoon also wants to marry his daughter to the top aristocrats in Britain. 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. An American who fights against the colonial police in the British colonies usually ends up miserable.

So Hoover was very sad.

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

The commando quickly grabbed Hoover's outstretched hand and pulled it forward, raising his leg and knees against Hoover's stomach.

Ow—

Hoover let out a miserable cry, his eyes were so wide that they almost protruded from his sockets, the original elation turned into the fear of being hit instantly, and the severe pain in his lower abdomen made Hoover feel that his intestines might be broken.

The commandos didn't stop yet, they simply knocked Hoover down to the ground, took out the handcuffs and handcuffed Hoover directly.

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

It's because the commando's movements are a bit big, and Hoover's body flexibility is not very good, so when Hoover's hands were handcuffed, he could clearly hear Hoover's bones crackling.

At this moment, Hoover had no strength to scream. His face was pressed by the commando's knees, his cheeks were pressed tightly to the floor, and his eyes were a little loose.

"Hey, hey, gentlemen, let him go, Mr. Herbert is a customer of our De Beers Consolidated Mining Company—" The commandos moved too fast, and no one intervened until Hoover was handcuffed, Hoover It's really talking about business with people.

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

"Mr. Inspector, hello, I am Mike Whitman, the manager of De Beers Consolidated Mining Company, and Mr. Herbert is our client—" Mike offered to reach out to Rock.

"Hi Mr. Mike, I am Senior Inspector Locke of the Pretoria Police Station. This gentleman is suspected of assaulting the police and harassing the lady in the restaurant. I suspect he has other illegal acts. Now I want to take him back to investigate , if you have any objection to this matter, please contact the Pretoria Police Station, and the police station will give you an appropriate answer." Rock is tight-lipped, assaulting the police is all nonsense, mainly 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've already told him clearly that I don't want to know him, and he's still pestering him—" Phyllis finally stood up and looked at Roque with anger: "Where did you go so early in the morning? Why are you only here now?" ?”

This--

This tone can easily be misunderstood.

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

Yes, if it was just a simple assault on the police, then relying on the power of De Beers Unified Mining Company, it should be able to suppress this matter.

If it's just pure harassment, then relying on the power of De Beers Unified Mining Company, passing the test is not a big problem.

But if the lady had an intimate relationship with a high-ranking inspector, there would be a personal animosity involved, which would be hard to say.

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

Although Mike couldn't recognize which family's crest it was, but with a family crest, he was undoubtedly of noble origin.

Big trouble!

"I want to work——" Facing Phyllis, Roque's voice was much softer, and his docile attitude was like a middle-aged greasy man with a shrew. He didn't come home from get off work at night and went out to drink with friends. But the guilt and powerlessness of being caught by his wife on the spot.

"Hmph!" Phyllis' answer was simple and direct, and she turned around and left.

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

At this time, I can still think of matcha biscuits, which are indeed more intimate than Mrs. Veuve Clicquot.

(End of this chapter)