Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1897 The Blessed Bodhisattva
The situation in Macae deteriorated faster and more severely than Hicks expected.

In the past two days, no government troops appeared opposite Hicks's house, which made Hicks feel a little more relaxed.

However, in Selma's words, this is not a good thing. Compared with the heavy security in the past few days, there are significantly fewer government troops and National Guards on the streets these days. Something happened that Erma didn't know about.

The next day, Hicks drove out to make a big purchase, and bought a lot of things that he could use but not needed. In Hicks' words, he was prepared.

When returning home, Hicks drove around Macae deliberately, and the situation made Hicks secretly startled.

Compared with before, there are significantly fewer people in Macae, and some houses obviously have signs of being violently invaded. When passing by the house of his friend Christopher, Hicks found that there seemed to be someone in Christopher’s house, so he hoped Alex got out of the car and knocked on the door.

"Who are you looking for?" It was a bearded man who opened the door, looking at Hicks fiercely.

"Sorry, wrong way—" Hicks turned and left, a man Hicks didn't know at all, never met.

Back in the car, Hicks' shirt was drenched in cold sweat.

The bearded man didn't close the door. He stood at the door and looked at Hicks coldly with vulture-like eyes, and even offered to send an invitation to Hicks.

"Come in and sit down—"

Go in?

Crazy to go in.

Hicks immediately started the car and drove away.

There was no one on the street. Macae used to be a quiet town, but it was not so quiet.

There were faint gunshots in the distance, and Hicks accelerated towards the Rhodesia Hotel.

The Rhodesia Hotel was heavily guarded, and the number of armored vehicles at the entrance of the hotel increased to two, blocking the entrance of the hotel tightly.

Hicks looked at the black muzzle of the armored vehicle, and mustered up the courage to open the door and get out of the vehicle.

For some reason, compared with the government soldiers across from Hicks' house a few days ago, and the bearded man just now, Hicks suddenly felt that the mercenaries of the Umbrella Company were not so scary.

"Sorry, Rhodesia Hotel is no longer open to the public, please leave immediately." The mercenary's cold words were like a basin of cold water, pouring on Hicks' head and face.

"Wait, I'm looking for a tailor named Chennault, he is my neighbor—" Hicks suddenly had a flash of inspiration when he said this: "I can also speak Chinese—"

The black-haired and yellow-skinned mercenary looked as Chinese as the Chennault family.

But anyone who knows the umbrella knows that most of the mercenaries wearing dogleg knives are Gurkhas.

"Bodhisattva—Bodhisattva bless—" Hicks stammered. This was the only Chinese he learned from Chennault, and the Hicks family knew it.

The mercenary in front of him suddenly frowned.

Chinese is indeed Chinese.

And there is nothing wrong with the pronunciation.

But looking at the middle-aged white man in front of him stammering and saying "Bodhisattva bless" in a stammering tone, it is a bit inconsistent no matter how you look at it.

The point is that when Hicks said "Bodhisattva blesses", he habitually drew a cross on his forehead, heart, and left and right shoulders with his hands. Brazilian Bodhisattvas do this?
"Sorry, there is no one named Chennault here." The mercenary directly drove Hicks away without saving face.

"Impossible, these gloves of yours should be made by Chen—" Hicks' eyes were sharp, and there was an inconspicuous letter "C" on the wrist of the mercenary gloves, which was the logo of Chennault's tailor shop. Everyone in Macae knows it.

"This has nothing to do with you, please leave immediately." The mercenary waved his hands like chasing flies, looking at Hicks with disgust in his eyes.

In the past, seeing such eyes, Hicks probably turned around and left.

Now Hicks didn't dare, he glanced into the hotel, and suddenly saw Chen Jing and another girl holding some clothes, talking and laughing, waiting for the elevator.

"Quiet, it's me, I'm your Uncle Hicks—" Hicks yelled as if seeing a savior.

It's a pity that the distance is too far, and through the glass, Chen Jing can't hear it at all.

"Don't make any noise, get back in the car and leave immediately—" the mercenary was furious, and pushed Hicks hard with the side of his gun.

At this time, Chen Jing, who was waiting for the elevator, suddenly turned around and glanced in the direction of Hicks.

"What's the matter?" Li Qing next to Chen Jing was in a good mood. Chennault had just made a beautiful evening dress for Li Qing. After trying it on, Li Qing couldn't put it down. He decided to use it as a wedding dress when he got married.

"It's nothing—" When Chen Jing turned her head, Hicks had been pushed out of Chen Jing's sight by the mercenaries.

On the way home, Hicks finally regretted it. If Hicks chose to go with Chennault's family when Chennault invited him, then Hicks' daughter should be as happy as Chennault Live at the Rhodesian Hotel.

Knowing Chennault's family for so many years, Hicks is also very familiar with Chen Jing. The smile on Chen Jing's face just now is not fake, even in Hicks' eyes, it is unprecedentedly brilliant.

To know the memory of Hicks, Chen Jing is a quiet and restrained girl.

Turning into the street where his home was located, Hicks suddenly heard several faint gunshots from a distance.

This frightened Hicks, Macae was far away from the front line, and the flames of war should not reach Macae, so why were there gunshots?
It was normal to have gunshots before, but at this special time, any abnormality would make Hicks shudder.

As soon as the car arrived at the door, Thelma hurried over to open the door with a flustered expression.

"A few people have been wandering across from our house just now, and one of them knocked on the door, but I didn't open it." Thelma held a silver pistol in her hand, which was a female self-defense pistol produced by Nyasaland Military Industry. , the gun body is small, suitable for women with small hands to hold, but unfortunately the ammunition capacity is only three rounds, and the effective range is only 20 meters.

The data is a bit short, but it is enough for self-defense.

"Who? What?" Hicks looked around.

There was no one in the street.

Back home, Hicks fidgeted, checked all the doors and windows carefully, and took apart the Winchester shotgun and wiped it carefully. Only then did he calm down a little.

After dinner, the disaster that was later defined by the Brazilian government as the "Macae Massacre" broke out suddenly.

In fact, the gunfire has not stopped, intermittently far and near.

In the evening, a group of government soldiers passed by the street in front of Hicks' house, and hurriedly marched out of the city.

After dinner, Thelma was reading bedtime stories to her two daughters and putting them to bed as usual.

Hicks stood in the corridor smoking a cigarette, looking at the dark macae with a heavy heart.

It can’t be said that it was pitch black. The Rhodesia Hotel in the distance is still brightly lit. Macae has had a power outage since two days ago, and the Rhodesia Hotel has its own generator.

The chaos happened almost instantly.

Hicks hadn't finished smoking a cigarette, and the sky in the distance was suddenly red with flames.

Immediately following the gunshots, the distance from the Hicks house was getting closer and closer.

Hicks immediately threw away the cigarette butt and picked up the Winchester shotgun at hand.

At this time Thelma opened the door in a panic and came out.

"What's wrong, what happened?" Selma panicked.

"Wake up the children, we have to leave immediately!" Hicks finally made the right choice at this time.

It's a pity it's too late.

It's time to start reading bedtime stories, and the children have already put on their pajamas and are getting ready for bed.

When Thelma was busy changing the clothes for the children, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps, and then the fence gate of the Hicks house was kicked open vigorously.

The first one to rush in was the bearded man Hicks had seen at Christopher's house this morning.

At this time, Hicks suddenly remembered that a few days ago, the bearded man and several other government soldiers had appeared opposite Hicks' house together.

It's a pity that Hicks didn't think of it in the morning.

At this time, there must be no time to think about it.

Hicks pushed and loaded the bullet directly, and shot suddenly in the direction of the bearded man.

bang——

The lethality of shotguns at close range is trustworthy, and deer hunting bullets hitting people can directly beat people into briquettes.

The bearded man was obviously experienced. The moment Hicks raised the gun, the bearded man quickly rolled sideways and avoided the dark muzzle of the gun.

The person behind the bearded man was not so lucky. The huge impact force of 40 small steel balls directly knocked out the person behind the bearded man.

When the bearded man got up, his face was dotted with splashing snowdrops. Under the reflection of the fire, he looked like a demon crawling out of hell. At this time, the bearded man suddenly grinned, and Hicks was terrified.

"Go, go—" Hicks yelled, "boom bang bang" kept firing.

This situation certainly cannot last for too long. The Winchester shotgun has only seven rounds, and they can all be emptied within a few seconds at a faster speed. What will Hicks do then?
Good thing there was Selma.

The shotgun had just emptied when the door behind Hicks shattered open. Thelma didn't have time to open the door, so she drove the car and smashed the door and rushed out.

Hicks didn't have time to open the door and jumped in through the window.

It's a pity that Hicks was too fat and got stuck half way in.

At this time, the bearded man had already rushed over with a smirk.

"What?" Selma screamed.

The children were crying.

There was loud gunshots around, and the originally dead Macae seemed to be boiling suddenly. Several nearby blocks were on fire at the same time. This was not an accident, it must have been premeditated.

"Bump over and kill him!" Hicks yelled, his mind clearer than ever before.

Thelma glanced at her husband, who was flushed and struggling to get his legs through the car window.

Look at the two daughters screaming in despair with tears on their faces, subconsciously stepping on the gas pedal to the end——

(End of this chapter)