Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1449 Splash

Rock had heard about Irish resistance organizations in another time and space, but even Rock didn't expect that these organizations existed 100 years ago.

In other words, the Irish resistance organization has existed for 100 years, but it has not been wiped out by the British government. Rock really doesn't know whether to say that the Irish are too stubborn or the British government is too incompetent.

Maybe both.

Determining the identity of the shooter was only the first step, and the London police could only do so much. Dealing with the Irish resistance organization was beyond the capabilities of the London police. After learning of this result, Winston was also speechless.

"The problem of the Irish has been around for a long time. Do you still remember General Henry Wilson, the chief of staff during the World War? He was shot and killed by the Irish in front of his house—" Winston's words shocked Rock, who of course knew Henry ·Wilson, a bit stubborn, but a very nice fellow.

At least better than Haig.

At the outbreak of World War Henry Wilson acted as a liaison between Britain and France, beginning in 1917 as Chief of the Royal General Staff.

After the end of the World War, Henry Wilson, who retired from the army and became an MP for Ulster, was shot dead on his doorstep.

"How could this be? It's too much—" Rock was inexplicably surprised. As Henry Wilson's colleague, he didn't receive an invitation to attend Henry Wilson's funeral. It is estimated that the British government would be embarrassed to make a big fuss.

"Why not just let Northern Ireland become independent, just like Ireland." Rock really couldn't figure it out. The area of ​​Northern Ireland is actually small, and the six counties add up to 1.4 square kilometers.

"It's not that independence is not allowed, but Northern Ireland voluntarily remains in the British Empire. Unlike Ireland, most of the people living in Northern Ireland are English—" On this issue, Winston also had difficulty speaking, and could only be vague.

This problem is actually related to religion. It is well known that the state religion of the United Kingdom is Protestantism, and most Celtics believe in Catholicism, so the United Kingdom has never really trusted the Irish.

Around 1845, a famine caused by a poor potato harvest in Ireland aroused the attention of the whole of Europe.

The British government turned a blind eye to Ireland, which was starving. Not only did it not provide aid to Ireland, but it also refused to lend a helping hand to Ireland from European countries.

In the end, this disaster caused nearly a quarter of the Irish people at that time, and about 100 million people were starved to death. Since then, the Irish have completely lost confidence in the British government, and the voices demanding independence have become louder and more violent. .

Unlike the 26 counties that make up the "Irish Free State", most of the residents of Northern Ireland are British, and Irish account for about one-third. When the "Irish Free State" was established, the Irish living in the six northern counties also tried to Joined the "Irish Free State", but failed to do so.

"What can we do?" Rock was in a bad mood, the Irishman had chosen the wrong partner, and Rock was not Henry Wilson.

"I can't do anything. Those violent elements are hiding in the crowd, and they haven't written on their faces, so they can't be distinguished at all." Winston's thinking is still at the conventional level, and he doesn't know how to deal with these people.

"It's really indistinguishable?" Rock didn't believe it. There is no impenetrable wall in the world, and some people will always show their feet.

"Of course not—" Winston had a delicate expression.

Certainly not, although most violent elements cannot be distinguished, but some people's tendencies are also obvious, such as Napier Frederick, a member of Congress from Coleraine, who has fought for Northern Ireland many times in Congress. independent status.

For example, the famous London lawyer Charles David, who once defended the killer who shot Henry Wilson, publicly declared on many occasions that the British government should follow public opinion and allow Northern Ireland to become independent.

Another example is the well-known Chelsea businessman Bezoy Den Hoult, who is also closely related to the Irish Free State. The London police have always suspected that Bezoy Den Hoult secretly funded the Irish Resistance Army, but unfortunately no evidence was found.

Considering the social status and influence of these people, unless the London police effectively grasp their criminal evidence, they can only watch them get away with it.

Rock laughed and said nothing after knowing the situation. Compared with the southern African police, the London police are too weak, and not everything must have tangible evidence before they can act. The gunman who was killed found the Irishman and It cannot be proved that Rock's attack was related to the Irish Resistance, but this does not prevent Rock from retaliating against the Irish Resistance.

"Lock, what are you going to do?" Winston keenly sensed from Rock's expression that Rock would not let it go.

"They killed four of my guards, and the other four are dead or alive. You can investigate slowly, and I will tell those Irishmen in my own way, don't mess with me!" Rock was decisive, blood debt Blood must be paid for.

"Locke, don't be impulsive, it can't be proven that the Irish did it yet—" Winston felt bad, which really made Rock let go of revenge, and Rock really dared to turn London into a battlefield.

"Hehe, then it's bad luck for them—" Rock sneered, forgiving them is God's business, and Rock's task is to send them to see God.

Fortunately, Zach is fine, otherwise Rock's revenge will be more violent.

While Rock was chatting with Winston, in a bar next to Hyde Park in Chelsea, Bezoy Den Holt was drinking with a few of his friends.

"Have you heard that the Yellow Marquis was attacked on the expressway near Heathrow Airport? The scene was horrible. The guards of the Yellow Marquis used light machine guns and grenades. They went too far!" A short, fat and bald man The rosaceous beard is bluffing, and the British not only look down on Americans, but also look down on southern Africans.

In the eyes of the British—or Londoners, Southern Africans and Americans are equally upstarts, so even the Marquis of Southern Africa does not have a good reputation among the London population.

"That guy is a butcher, bastard. He should have gone to hell long ago. During the World War, the heroic British Expeditionary Force sacrificed 110 million people under the command of that guy. That guy should be tried!" Bezoyden Holt is not yet 40 years old this year. This guy is short and thin like a piece of paper. He wears a huge gold-rimmed glasses on his face, which looks extraordinarily funny.

"Edenhot, you can't say that. Fortunately, the Marquess of Nyasaland took over the British Expeditionary Force, otherwise only 110 million people would have died in battle—" A middle-aged man in a suit retorted, his suit chest There was a commemorative medal for participating in the Battle of the Dardanelles before. Needless to say, during the World War, the middle-aged man served under Roque.

"William, I know you served under that bastard during the World War. It doesn't change my opinion. I still think that guy is a bastard!" The contribution during this period has long been concluded. In fact, in the British folk, Rock has mixed praise and praise.

Some consider Roque a hero.

There are also those who think that Roark is as much a butcher as Haig.

Even those who spoke for Rock would find it difficult to refute this question. After all, time cannot be turned back, and the Battle of the Somme will not repeat itself.

"Come on, Bezoy Den Holt, if John Frenzi and Haig remain commander-in-chief of the British Expeditionary Force, it's hard to say whether we can win the World War." William also sneered, and Rock's reputation among the people was mixed. The army still unanimously affirmed Rock.

After all, it was a matter of interest. At least Rock never ordered the soldiers to charge forward against the German machine guns. All the British soldiers were grateful for this. They knew who the real butcher was, and they would do anything to win the victory.

Rock will also try his best to win, but Rock will never exchange the lives of his subordinates for victory.

"Hmph, whatever you want, this time it was not his subordinates who tried their best to protect him, so that he could escape—" Bezoy Denholt spoke without holding back.

Bah!
William slammed his beer glass on the bar.

"Hey, hey, we're all old friends, don't ruin our relationship for other people—" the bearded man rounded things up in time.

"Bezoy Denholt, this is the last time. If I hear any disrespect to the Marquis of Nyasaland from you again, I will let you know the status of the Marquis of Nyasaland in the hearts of the soldiers of the expeditionary army!" William suppressed the anger in his heart. Actually, he and Bezoy Denholt didn't have a good relationship, but they often met at the bar, so sometimes they would have a drink.

At this time, two young men came to Bezoy Den Holt, sandwiching Bezoy Den Holt from the left to the right.

Just as William was about to speak, a young man in a peaked cap and a double-sided casual suit seemed to inadvertently open his skirt.

William immediately shut up, and the young man was impressively wearing a pistol under his arm.

"Bezoi Denholt?" The handsome young man on the other side leaned on the bar counter, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the bar counter, with a half-smile.

"It's me, who are you?" Bezoy Denholt was still able to remain calm, but his voice was a little trembling when he spoke.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter who I am, but I heard that you have a close relationship with someone." The young man raised his hand and asked the bartender for a glass of beer.

"So what?" Bezoy Den Holt's hand holding the wine glass was trembling. Although the young man didn't say who it was, it was amazing that Bezoy Den Holt could understand it.

"Then please send someone a message. They have messed with the wrong person. Hand over the person who planned this matter. Our lord can pretend that this matter did not happen, otherwise—" The young man's voice was as cold as Ice cubes in a wine glass.

"Wait, who are you referring to?" Bezoy Denholt tried to quibble.

"Don't quibble, I'm not a judge, I don't need evidence—" The young man took a sip of beer and couldn't help sighing: "It's really good wine!"

"It's really good—" Bezoy Denholt smiled dryly.

"This is the Lord's greeting to you!" The young man sneered, grabbed the cup suddenly, and slammed it hard on Bezoy Denholt's face.

Beer and blood splashed everywhere.

(End of this chapter)