Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1392

Hoover, like Roque, did not want to see the relationship between the United States and southern Africa go to a standstill.

In the past few years, the United States has been a little irritable up and down, mainly because the United States did not get what it wanted during the world war. After the end of the world war, it fell into a long-term economic downturn. It made huge profits during the war, and was not affected by too many economic crises after the war. It has been developing at a relatively fast pace in southern Africa.

Hoover's invitation to Philip to visit the United States was also to ease the increasingly obvious conflicts and confrontations between southern Africa and the United States, and to establish an effective communication mechanism.

Since war between the United States and southern Africa is unlikely, why not try another way of getting along.

While both governments are working to improve relations, Luke Silva is still campaigning for quasi-southern Africans in makeshift camps.

Considering that Leonard Wood's tough attitude will not improve the situation in the temporary camp in a short time, the Southern African Embassy in the Philippines found a hotel in Manila, hoping to transfer the prospective immigrants to the hotel for resettlement.

That's right, the Rhodesia Hotel in Manila.

"No!" Leonard Wood rejected Luke Silva's suggestion again.

The Federal Government of Southern Africa is indeed rich and powerful. The Rhodesia Hotel is not cheap. The daily cost of placing hundreds of people in the Rhodesia Hotel may reach tens of thousands of dollars.

"The cost of immigrants staying in the Rhodesia Hotel will be fully borne by our Southern African Federal Government. Before you investigate the truth, I guarantee that they will not leave Manila. Your investigators can enter the Rhodesia Hotel for investigation at any time. Recently this It has been rainy for a while, the environment in the temporary camp is harsh, and diseases are rampant. Most of the southern Africans are women and children, and they need better care instead of struggling with the threat of disease." Luke Silva said earnestly, When it is time to bow your head, you have to bow your head, blindly be tough, and the most affected are the new immigrants in the temporary camp.

"We are working hard to improve the facilities in the temporary camp, but as you know, Luke, it will take time." Leonard Wood is still reticent. With the efficiency of the US military stationed in the Philippines, it may be difficult to really improve the facilities in the temporary camp. It will take a year or two.

What's more, Leonard Wood didn't really want to improve the facilities of the temporary camp, but it was just an excuse.

"Your Excellency, if you must insist, can our southern African federal government be responsible for the improvement of the temporary camp?" Luke Silva is well prepared, and there is a backup plan if Plan A fails.

"No, the Philippine government will bear the cost of the temporary camp—" Leonard Wood made a good plan. It was the southern Africans who suffered in the temporary camp, but the Philippines was responsible for it. There was nothing wrong with the US troops stationed in the Philippines.

Facing the tough Leonard Wood, Luke Silva is also helpless.

This guy is just a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard, and he wants to provoke a confrontation between southern Africa and the United States, with ulterior motives.

It can also be understood that soldiers in peacetime have no status. Only when war breaks out can the status of soldiers be effectively improved.

Some people don't care about the damage caused by war to the country, and they only think about their own interests.

Unfortunately, that seems to be the case for Leonard Wood.

While Luke Silva was running up and down, changes in the makeshift camp were actually happening.

After the southern African staff were allowed to enter the temporary camp, the shortage of materials and lack of medical treatment in the camp has finally been effectively improved.

The southern African staff not only brought medicines, but also a variety of rich food, and the lives of the immigrants were greatly improved.

"The truck is loaded with milk and eggs, as well as some clothes and bedding, all of them, and there are no contraband—" Bruce sat on the co-pilot of the truck, negotiating with the Filipino guard at the gate of the temporary camp.

"Unload all the things for inspection, trucks are not allowed to enter the temporary camp—" the guard had an arrogant attitude, and the bayonet-loaded rifle dangled in front of Bruce.

A guard went around to the back of the car and tried to climb into the car to check.

"Get your hands off, don't touch my things!" Bruce jumped out of the car and yelled, these guards are too much, if you give them three points of color, you want to open the dyeing workshop, and eating and taking cards are all routine operations.

But Bruce is a white British man, so he certainly won't be used to these Filipinos.

"What are you shouting, don't make any noise—" Bill Robinson was still in charge of managing the temporary camp. He was very irritable now, and corporal punishment of soldiers was commonplace.

"Mr. Captain, please restrain your soldiers, look at their little dirty hands, can they still eat the things they touched?" Bruce was equally irritable. He was a mercenary in the umbrella company and now works in Brad's office.

Of course, in the Philippines, Bruce has another identity. He is now a senior director of a southern African charitable foundation.

"Accepting inspection is a necessary procedure, and no one shall violate the rules." Bill Robinson was indifferent, and did not intend to let Bruce pass the test easily.

"Is there anything to check, will I still send explosives into the temporary camp?" Bruce was simple and rude. Mercenaries are not diplomats, so they are not so gentle.

"This is my territory, and I must abide by my rules!" Bill Robinson was also arrogant, and he was wearing a lieutenant's uniform, which was indeed quite bluffing.

"Hehe, Captain Robinson, I want to remind you that if my interests are lost due to your reasons, then I will not trouble these monkeys, I will directly find you!" Bruce did not back down, Southern Africa and the United States Bruce is unable to resolve the friction between them, but Bruce can still deal with a certain captain.

To put it bluntly, it is a threat. If Leonard Wood is doing something, Bruce can't help Leonard Wood.

But if Bill Robinson is a minion, it is still very simple for Bruce to take revenge on Bill Robinson.

Bill Robinson obviously understood this truth, but what Bruce said was too harsh, and the threatening meaning in the words was too obvious. Bill Robinson's face turned red instantly, and the veins on his forehead were exposed, as if he was about to have a seizure.

Bruce was indifferent, looking coldly at Bill Robinson.

Don't think that you can do whatever you want by holding a group of southern African immigrants.

impossible!

"Trucks are not allowed to enter the temporary camp—" Bill Robinson finally gave in, turned around and left without saying a word.

Although Bruce's words were harsh, they did make Bill Robinson feel threatened.

"Everyone get out of the car, unload the cargo, let's carry it in by ourselves-" Bruce was not complacent, and greeted the driver and the loader on the truck.

In fact, there were only a dozen wooden boxes and barrels, and all of them were moved into the temporary camp after two or three trips back and forth.

In the current temporary camp, most of the ground has been paved with a layer of stones, and then covered with a layer of wooden boards. Toilets have also been built in the corners of the temporary camp, and the sanitary conditions have been greatly improved.

"Milk and eggs again, where's the beef? What about the fruit? At the very least, prepare some chocolate. We have a lot of women and children here, and they need to supplement their nutrition." Mike Bedic was very dissatisfied with Bruce's job, picking and choosing To the point of nitpicking.

"Come on, doctor, these things are already hard to come by. The chocolate you want will be shipped from southern Africa, and it will be delivered in about a week." Bruce directed several workers to set up a simple stove to heat the milk. After the African staff members entered the temporary camp, the women and children in the temporary camp no longer ate corn tortillas and vegetable soup. These milk and eggs cost less than one dollar a day for one person.

Just as Bruce and Mike Bedic distributed food to the immigrants, a dozen Filipino soldiers gathered at the gate of the temporary camp, envious.

None of these soldiers could enjoy such a standard of food.

Bruce took the initiative to walk over with a pack of cigarettes: "Smoking one—"

"Thank you sir—" The soldiers who received the cigarettes were flattered. The cigarettes produced in southern Africa are all high-end products with filters, and these Filipino soldiers cannot afford them.

Bruce smiled and threw the whole pack of cigarettes over. The soldier who received the cigarettes gave each of the others one, and put the rest directly into his pockets.

It attracted the unkind eyes of several soldiers.

"Gentlemen, treat these women and children better, and the Southern African Federal Government will definitely reward them. If they are hurt, then the Southern African Federal Government will not ignore them. What the people above do has nothing to do with us. We should be held accountable for it." Bruce had a way of dealing with these soldiers.

The soldiers are obedient, they are not stupid, and they certainly don't want to be caught between two big countries as cannon fodder.

Giving the soldiers some small profits, Bruce went straight to Bill Robinson.

Bill Robinson sat behind his desk, looking at Bruce very complicatedly.

"Sorry Captain, I apologize for my irrational language just now. I didn't target anyone, but I just sent it out of feeling." Bruce sat down directly on the chair opposite Bill Robinson.

Bill Robinson didn't say a word, quietly watching Bruce's performance.

Bruce didn't talk nonsense. When he took out a cigarette from his pocket, he seemed to have accidentally brought out a check from the Rand Bank.

"Pick one?" Bruce didn't look sideways.

Bill Robinson didn't answer or speak, like a woodcarving.

Bruce smiled, took out one and nodded to Bill Robinson, got up and left.

On the dark red desktop, the white check is extremely dazzling.

Bill Robinson looked at the check with anger in his eyes, his chest heaved violently, and his breathing became significantly heavier. For a moment, Bill Robinson even held the handle of the gun.

At this time, Bill Robinson finally saw the number on the check, five hundred dollars.

(End of this chapter)