Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1693

Southern Africa is a magical land. The most amazing thing is that there is no inherent system of the old continent here, just like a blank sheet of paper that can be swayed by others.

Everyone knows the problems in the UK. Even taxi drivers can give advice and be impassioned. But when it comes to solving the problems, no one can do anything. There is no other reason. What can be pried, even George V can't do it.

In the reading room of the National Library, King George V was surprised to see that the age span of the readers was very wide, ranging from gray-haired old people to elementary school students aged seven or eight, and most of them were young in their prime. People, many of them carry notebooks, and record while reading, extremely serious.

George V has subconsciously slowed down, lest he disturb the people who are reading, and it feels really sacred.

"In these young people, I see the hope for the future of the Commonwealth—" George V couldn't help sighing, secretly determined to win over southern Africa.

It won't work if you don't win over. As the understanding of southern Africa deepens, George V feels more and more the importance of southern Africa to the Commonwealth of Nations.

Today's southern Africa is no longer the source of raw materials for the British Empire, but the industrial base of the entire Commonwealth, the source of food, the source of troops, and the final strategic depth of the British Empire. To put it seriously, southern Africa It is the foundation of the stability of the Commonwealth.

This is not an exaggeration, but a fact.

The longer George V spent in southern Africa, the more he felt this.

"We have attached great importance to basic education from the beginning. Before the federal government of Southern Africa was established, Locke established the Big Vegetable School in Big Vegetable Town, then the Johannesburg Medical College, and then Nyasaland University-now Every state in southern Africa has its own institutions of higher learning, and every county and county has its own public education system. Rich people can send their children to top private secondary schools, but the education in public schools is not bad. We must now ensure that , Even the most remote elementary school must have at least one top student who graduated from a formal education college, and the federal government spends on education every year, which is far ahead of all federal government expenditures." Stoudemire also lamented that this road can also It's a blue thread.

George V couldn't say a word. The British government's annual expenditure, military expenditure still accounts for the highest proportion. The two Nelson-class battleships of the Royal Navy are gold-swallowing monsters.

Fortunately, the two Nelson-class battleships will be delivered next year, and the British government will be able to focus more on domestic livelihood—

Of course, it doesn't matter what George V said, and it has to be resolved through the coordination of the upper and lower houses of the United Kingdom.

Thinking of the House of Commons, George V was furious.

Thinking of the House of Lords again, George V was heartbroken.

Compared with the federal government of Southern Africa, neither the upper and lower houses of the United Kingdom can fight.

Walking up the circular staircase in the atrium, with the atrium as the dividing line, the north side is the library, and the south side is the reading room. The main decoration style is low-key and restrained light blue, giving people the feeling of an ocean of knowledge.

There is a guest book on the service desk at the stairway, George V flipped through it casually, and then his expression was a little embarrassed——

The message on the first page is written in Chinese.

The second page is still in Chinese——

The third page also—

Page Four—

five--

George V wanted to know what the readers' messages were, but George V couldn't understand them.

This is indeed a bit embarrassing.

After flipping through more than ten pages in a row, I finally saw the English message.

"I'm a tourist from London. The National Library is amazing. There are more than a dozen different language versions of the same book. The translation work is very rigorous. The printing of the books is also exquisite. The reading room is spacious and bright, and the staff's service attitude It's so refreshing, I really want to move it to London-"

George V felt that he had been hit by [-] critical points, which might as well be incomprehensible.

When George V visited the National Library, a dozen tourists from all over the world were drinking beer and listening to the radio in a tavern on Land Avenue, four streets away from the National Library.

What was being broadcast live on the radio was the match between the Southern African football team and the Australian football team. At this time, the first half was not over yet. The Southern African team had already led [-]-[-], and the Australian team had nothing to fight back.

"Australia played too badly. If this continues, the final score may be ten to zero. If it were our American team, we wouldn't have played so badly—" Joseph from the United States was triumphant. The owner of this tavern is German. , the self-brewed dark beer tastes mellow, slightly sweet, and full of malty burnt aroma. The key is that the price is not expensive, which suits Tom's appetite.

"Your United States is not even a member of the Commonwealth of Nations, and you have no qualifications to play at all-" Scott from Australia retorted.

"In the United States, the so-called football is actually rugby, which is different from football—" Justin from Canada understands that in the United States, the match between the Canadian football team and the southern African football team was held the day before yesterday, and Canada simply lost. than four.

This score is very interesting. The British football team lost [-]-[-] to the Southern African football team. Britain is the suzerain country, so we still have to give a little face, so Canada lost [-]-[-], no more, no less, one more. The measure is just right.

If there is no accident, the final result of this game will be four to zero.

The score is not important, the key is this ability to control the field. Win as many as you want, it is really powerless.

"What happened to rugby? Compared with football, rugby is the best sport in the world. There are no more than ten goals in a football game. The process is drowsy. The final score of rugby games is often 30 to 20. This kind of confrontation is more intense and the process is more exciting, isn't it more enjoyable than the boring backcourt?" Joseph is that kind of standard American, and he is the whole world at every turn.

At this time, the voice of the commentator came from the radio: "——The Southern African football team has shown a strong ability to control. They are skillfully reaching the backcourt. The Australians can't even touch the ball. This is the Southern African football team." The usual way after taking the lead, the Australian team did not dare to press forward. Three of the four goals they conceded in the first half were due to the forward press and were scored by the counterattack of Southern Africa—”

"Bah, this is a tactic, do you understand—" Scott got angry in a hurry.

"Heh, do you use football and football tactics? Do you know how many tactics a football quarterback needs to memorize? Let me tell you, there are [-] tactics—" Joseph sputtered.

There are indeed nearly [-] tactics in football. It is often seen that when the game is suspended, the quarterback is looking for tactics with a book.

How thick is that book?
As thick as the Encyclopedia of the British Empire.

"Wow ha ha ha ha, if it is simple and effective, one tactic is enough. Of your [-] tactics, I am afraid that [-] of them will be used less than once a year." Scott laughed.

"It should be nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine--" Justin made up the knife quietly.

"You two idiots, I don't want to chat with you—" Joseph was obviously alone.

"You are an idiot, red-necked Yankee, do you want to taste my fist?" Scott had long disliked Joseph.

"Guns are fine too, Dad brought them with him—" Justin was the kind of insidious character who hid behind people in fights and stabbed them with a small knife.

"Mommy Fargo—" Joseph started off without saying a word, bar, this kind of thing is normal.

"Fuck—" Scott was punched in the eye socket by Joseph.

Justin didn't speak, just picked up the glass and smashed it.

Behind the bar, the boss immediately squatted down and called the police. His skillful movements made people feel distressed.

The Southern African police dispatched the police very quickly. Soon the police arrived at the scene and took everyone back to the police station.

The police station is overcrowded.

During the Commonwealth Games, countless spectators flock to Southern Africa from all over the world.

The spectators who are able to go to southern Africa to watch the games these years basically have a bit of financial strength, and they are all famous and respectable in the local area, and their tempers are naturally very irritable. Therefore, the law and order in Pretoria is a bit bad during this period. What is commonplace, other violent cases also increased.

This is something that the Pretoria city government has long expected. While increasing the police force, the mercenaries of the umbrella company will also share part of the security business. Anyone who dares to make trouble will be arrested first. There is no need for a trial, you can take your time and wait for the Commonwealth Let's talk after the sports meeting is over.

As a result, the iron cages in the police station were overcrowded, and Joseph, Scott, and Justin were locked in the same iron cage.

"Be honest with me. If you dare to make trouble here, you will be locked in a small black room. Do you know what a small black room looks like? This is—" The prison guards are serious, and the small black room is a small iron room. The box is very ingeniously designed, and people cannot stand up, squat down or lie down when they are locked in. They can only stand in an awkward posture.

No matter how strong an iron man is, he can't last half an hour in a small dark room.

"Red neck, do you want to taste the taste of the little black room?" After the prison guard left, Justin sneered.

"What are you doing? The war between us is over, don't mess around, I don't want to be locked in a box—" Joseph was taken aback.

"Coincidentally, I really want to see you locked in a box—" Justin sneered and grinned.

"Hehe, I'm not as stupid as you—" Joseph underestimated Justin's sinisterness.

Justin didn't talk nonsense, and punched Joseph hard on the eye socket.

"Damn it, damn—" Joseph never expected that Justin would rather be imprisoned in a small dark room than drag Joseph into the water.

"Officer, help—" Joseph shouted at the top of his voice.

"Haha, yell, no one will save you if you yell loudly—" Justin threw himself fiercely.

Joseph fought back vigorously, and he couldn't just be beaten like this and not fight back.

(End of this chapter)