Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1408 Military Control
After walking out of the room, Du Ping found a guard lying face down in the corner of the corridor, and he didn't know if it was the guy who delivered books to Du Ping.

There must be no time to think about this question at this time. Du Ping followed a man in black and tiptoed out.

"Du, help me, don't leave me here—" Philburn's voice suddenly came from the next room.

Du Ping subconsciously gave the man in black a hand.

"Don't mind your own business, we don't have the ability to take away too many people—" The man in black was nervous and anxious.

"If possible, take him away, he is an official of the Cape State Government—" Du Ping hesitated, still hoping that the man in black could take Philburn away with him.

Dupin, like Philburn, was seized by Galbraith as a bargaining chip with the federal government.

Taking away Philburn now, Galbraith will have one less bargaining chip in his hand, so that the federal government can take a greater initiative whether it is fighting or talking.

The man in black obviously knew this too.

But the man in black didn't seem to be prepared to do this. Just as Du Ping finished speaking, for a moment, Du Ping noticed that the man in black's hand holding the gun tightened subconsciously.

Yeah, kill Philburn on the spot, and the result seems to be the same.

Fortunately, the man in black still had reason, he hesitated for a moment, and opened the door of Philburn's room.

"Thank you, thank you very much, I thought I was going to die—" Philburn kept thanking him, his words were full of joy and gratitude for being saved from a desperate situation.

"Shut up!" The man in black switched to English at this moment, and he was equally proficient.

However, Philburn's physical fitness is obviously not comparable to that of Du Ping, perhaps because it was dark and he couldn't see clearly. Philburn just walked a few steps, kicked a wooden box next to him, staggered and fell to the ground .

"Who?" The people in the next room were awakened immediately, Du Ping's heart rose to his throat instantly, and Phil Bunn was lying on the ground trembling all over, not daring to move.

"It's me—" the man in black remained calm in the face of danger, his voice was vague and frivolous with a hangover.

"Bastard, be careful—" The people in the room did not suspect, and fell back on the bed and continued to sleep soundly.

After a false alarm, Du Ping followed the man in black around and around, and finally reached the edge of the camp.

At this time, there were already seven or eight men in black beside Du Ping, and it was unknown from which corner they all came out.

In order to prevent sneak attacks, the rebels pulled barbed wire around the camp, and there were tin cans hanging on the barbed wire, which was the usual method of the Allied forces during the World War.

Although the men in black were wearing masks, Du Ping still felt that the leading man in black seemed to be curling his lips.

A man in black sneaked over and cut a hole through the barbed wire with iron tongs.

The leading man in black glanced at the terrified Philburn, took the pliers and cut the hole a bit bigger.

This time it was much better.

However, the man in black still underestimated the trouble Philburn brought. Although this guy was very careful when he went through the barbed wire, his clothes were still caught by the barbed wire.

Probably Philburn was also in a hurry, so he rushed forward with all his strength.

As a result, the meat was caught by the barbed wire, and a large piece of meat was torn off from the belt.

"Oh—" In the night, Philburn's screams could be clearly heard a kilometer away.

"Who?" Someone in the camp asked immediately.

The leading man in black didn't speak, grabbed Du Ping and went into the bushes outside the camp.

blah blah——

The sentry finally found the man in black, and a stream of bullets mixed with tracer bullets swept over him, which was very eye-catching in the dark night.

"Let's go, let's go—" The leading man in black changed his anxious voice, and when he jumped into the bushes, he didn't forget to throw a grenade back.

boom--

The camp of the rebels was completely blown up.

boom boom-

The grenade thrown by the man in black seemed to detonate the entire rebel camp. Violent explosions occurred almost simultaneously in many corners of the camp. The entire camp was full of flames, screams continued, and gunshots were mixed with violent explosions. It was a mess.

Walk around—speed up—" The man in black didn't slow down after jumping into the bushes.

"Du, don't leave me—" Philburn's voice came from behind.

At this time, Du Ping also knew that there was nothing to be done, and he couldn't take care of Philburn at all, so he just followed the man in black and ran forward——

Run until the sky reveals fish belly white.

At this time, the sound of gunfire behind him was already inaudible.

The man in black, who hadn't let go of Du Ping, also collapsed on a stone beside the road and gasped violently. His mask ran away at some point. He was a very young white man, about the same age as Du Ping.

"Thank you, sir, my name is Du Ping—" Du Ping was very grateful and offered to introduce himself.

"You're welcome, I'm Drake from Brad's office operations team—" Drake waved his hands weakly while lying on the stone, and he didn't care about shaking hands.

"Nice to meet you, Drake. When I graduated from Nyasaland University, I also hoped to join Brad's office, but unfortunately I failed the examination—" Du Ping took a long time to finish his words.

"You college students really shouldn't join Brad, it's too wasteful!" Derek laughed loudly, Brad's office is not just for anyone to enter.

At this time, men in black arrived one after another, and Du Ping was very happy to find that Philburn also escaped.

However, unlike Du Ping who has been running away by himself, Phil Boon escaped from being supported by two men in black, with a bandage twisted around his shoulder, looking very embarrassed.

"Hey, remember what you said just now, you owe me and Craig one hundred rand each, when will you pay?" A burly man in black was triumphant, and he didn't know what Philburn was debts owed at the time.

"Don't worry, when I get back to Cape Town—no, no, no, as long as I can find a bank, I'll pay right away—" Philburn's face was sallow with sunken eyes, and he aged at least ten years overnight.

It doesn't matter if you are ten years old, after all, you still have life.

"Hey, Laifu, we all helped, why are you and Craig alone a hundred rand each?" Immediately, other men in black jumped out to share the spoils.

"Oh, let's get the money first and then divide it—" Called Laifu with a sly face, obviously not wanting to give in easily.

"The rest time is over, gentlemen, we will continue to move forward, and we will arrive at St. John's Port before dark—" Drake ran to the nearby creek to fill up the water bottle, packed his bags, and called the people in black to move on.

McClair is a full 110 kilometers away from St. John's. Drake's words made Du Ping feel terrible. Even if there are still 12 hours before dark, it is almost impossible to run 12 kilometers in 110 hours.

Well, be confident, it's impossible to almost remove it.

But fortunately, Du Ping felt that it was impossible, not to mention Phil Boone, this guy let alone run 110 kilometers, he felt that if he took two steps now, this guy would die.

Fortunately, Drake was obviously smarter than Du Ping imagined. After the group went down the mountain, a small river appeared in front of them.

Drake went to the side and blew a loud whistle, and a wooden boat came out of the grass on the other side of the river.

With a boat, 110 kilometers does not seem to be as difficult as imagined.

Just as Du Ping boarded the wooden boat, Rock received a telegram that Du Ping had escaped.

"Very good, immediately send a telegram to the Cape State government. If they cannot eliminate the rebels within three days, then the federal government will immediately intervene." Rock's patience with the Cape State government has also reached its limit.

When Du Ping was detained by Galbraith, Rock still had some scruples.

Now that Du Ping has been rescued, Rock will not delay any longer.

Philip has completed his visit to the United States and embarked from New York Harbor.

Before Philip returned to Southern Africa, Rock must solve this problem and not leave the problem to Philip.

Fortunately, Rock still has plenty of time. Before returning to southern Africa, Philip will make a detour to London to meet King George V before returning to southern Africa.

Just as Rock imagined, the Cape State government did not agree with the federal government's intervention, and there was no plan to eliminate the rebels by force. Edmund Law's excuse was that a state government official was detained by the rebels, and the Cape State government We must do everything possible to ensure the safety of state government officials.

Poor Edmund, he didn't know that Dupin and Philburn had escaped.

Rock didn't talk nonsense, and he did what he said. At six o'clock in the morning on February 2, a brigade of the Southern African Marine Corps, escorted by the Edward Fleet, landed in St. John's Port, preparing to go to McClell to suppress the rebellion.

"Sir, without the authorization of the Cape State Government, you cannot land in St. John's Port—" St. John's Mayor Rich Dewar is an old official left over from the colonial era. Like most Cape State officials, Distrust of the federal government.

"Mr. Mayor, we have an order from the Ministry of Defense. A serious rebellion has broken out in McClell. The Defense Force does not need an order from the Cape State Government to perform its duties. What you can do now is to do everything possible to cooperate with the Defense Force. Unless you sympathize with the rebels, you are unwilling to cooperate with the Ministry of Defense to attack the rebels." Jackson Marshall was dressed in a white uniform of a southern African navy general, his expression and voice were as cold and emotionless as steel.

"Your Excellency, General, we must get an order from the state government to cooperate with the National Defense Forces." Rich Dewar was sweating profusely. When Jackson Marshall was negotiating with him, on two transport ships not far away, the Marine Corps The team's amphibious armored vehicle was driving onto the pier, and hundreds of marines were lining up on the pier. They were wearing new blue and white marine combat uniforms, and their helmets were also painted in blue and white, which was a very beautiful color.

"I repeat to you, Mr. Mayor, if you don't cooperate with the National Defense Forces, then I have the right to implement military control over St. John's Port—" Jackson Marshall is not polite. Once military control over St. John's Port is implemented, Mr. Mayor You can go home.

(End of this chapter)