Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 2044 Southern Africans of Umbrella Company

Kuching is a closed and quaint small city. The word "Kuching" means cat in Malay, so Kuching is also called "Cat City".

In Kuching in the 1930s, the city had a small area and a small population. A Sarawak River ran through the north of the city. The cities were all on the south bank of the river, and Kuching Port was at the end of the river.

The main population of Kuching includes Malays, Chinese, Indians, Dayaks, etc. Most of the Chinese living in Kuching are Hakkas. There is a mature Chinatown in Kuching. The entrance is full of Chinese-style archways, which is Chinatown Most notable sign.

The most famous Chinese restaurant in Kuching Chinatown is called "Hakka". The owner, Huang Ada, is a third-generation Chinese living in Kuching.

After the independence of the East India, most of the Chinese in Sarawak left Sarawak to settle in the East India, and there were very few Chinese who stayed in Sarawak. It's getting harder and harder.

"Sooner or later, I will go to Coconut City. Sarawak is no longer the old Sarawak—" Huang Ada always said this, but he always did not leave because he was reluctant to part with the "Hakka people".

"Hakka" was founded by Huang Ada's grandfather, and it has been 40 years.

The older generation of Chinese left their hometowns and came to Southeast Asia to seek a living, which is called "Southern Asia". At that time, the Chinese were not as beautiful as the Chinese in Southeast Asia today. Huang Ada's grandfather worked as a coolie and a hawker. He married a local wife in his 30s. , and then there are the current "Hakkas".

The tables and chairs in the "Hakka people" were all built by Huang Ada's grandfather. They are still durable for decades. Huang Ada is as reluctant to leave the Hakka people as he is reluctant to leave Kuching.

Now Kuching is the hometown of Huang Ada.

In the past two months, a timber merchant from southern Africa has booked Huang Ada's restaurant.

On this day, Huang Ada had just opened the door in the morning, and two Japanese customers came to the store.

The Japanese are perverse, stingy and trouble-loving. They always like to dine in restaurants run by Chinese. After the meal, they will refuse to pay the bill with some minor problems as an excuse. The two Japanese are the same. There were flies in the food and they refused to pay the bill. Huang Ada begged bitterly, hoping that the Japanese would give some, and not pay too much.

"Sir, our restaurant has always had a good reputation. There has never been such a problem. I don't know why it happened—" Huang Ada couldn't argue with his mouth. Although there are many mosquitoes in Sarawak, Huang Ada's restaurant has always attached great importance to hygiene. Problem, this has never happened before.

"How much is this meal?" The slightly older Japanese didn't speak Chinese very well, so he said every word.

"It only costs two shillings in total." The price of Huang Ah Da Restaurant is not expensive, and the income level in Sarawak is not high.

"There are flies in the dish, do you still have the nerve to ask for money? You only need to compensate us with one pound, and we can forgive you—" The two Japanese laughed, they didn't want to pay at all.

"Please don't do this, I beg you—" Huang Ada begged bitterly, one pound equals 20 shillings, ten times the price of food.

At this time, Huang Ada's daughter came out from the back kitchen to serve the guests at the next table.

Seeing Huang Ada's daughter's eyes shining, the young Japanese slapped the table and laughed loudly: "It's okay if you don't have money, use this girl to pay off the debt—"

"Please don't do this, this is my daughter, I don't want your money anymore, you go--" Huang Ada firmly stopped the young Japanese, but he was slapped on the face by the young Japanese .

"Go away, don't hinder my interest!" The young Japanese laughed and stretched out his hand to pull Huang Ada's daughter.

"Hey, don't go too far—" The guests at the next table finally couldn't hold back.

The guests at this table are the entourage of the timber merchant.

"Don't meddle in your own business!" The young Japanese was arrogant and unreasonable, and he opened his skirt casually, revealing the short knife he was carrying around his waist.

The two young men at the other table looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing. One of the young men took out a pistol and put it on the table.

The expressions of the two Japanese changed drastically. This is a python detective revolver produced in southern Africa.

"Who are you?" The young Japanese still refused to give up.

"Get out!" The young man with the gun looked disgusted, and such an expression usually does not appear on the faces of Chinese in Sarawak.

Although there are many Chinese in Southeast Asia, their social status is not high.

Many Chinese in Southeast Asia were sold as "pigs" to work as coolies.

Many Chinese rely on their own hard work, although they are a little better off financially, they still cannot change the fate of the "piggy".

Every time the conflict between colonists such as Britain, France, and the Netherlands intensified and the local aborigines, the Chinese in Southeast Asia were pushed out as scapegoats to ease the conflict between the colonists and the aborigines.

Every time the colonial government had economic problems, the wealth accumulated by the Chinese people would be harvested in various ways, and every time there would be rivers of blood, which was horrible.

Some people say that the status of the Chinese in Southeast Asia is similar to that of the Hebrews in Europe.

The Hebrews were excluded by the Europeans because of usury, hoarding, and arousing public outrage for being rich and unkind.

There is a fundamental difference between the Chinese who work hard to get rich and become "pigs" because they don't have a strong backer.

It was not until the rise of Southern Africa that this situation changed fundamentally.

At least in the past decade or so, Southeast Asia has never had the appalling and vicious incidents of previous centuries.

Unexpectedly, when even the British began to subconsciously improve the social status of the Chinese, the most discriminating against the Chinese in East Asia became the Japanese.

So when the expression of "disgust" appeared, the young guy didn't have time to stop it. The sensitive self-esteem of the young Japanese was hit hard. He pulled out the short knife from his waist and blurted out "Baga ".

Even if you don't know Japanese, you can still judge the meaning of the word "Baga" from the expression, tone, and the environment at that time.

It was the moment the Japanese pulled out their swords.

The guy who took out the pistol and put it on the table just now picked up the pistol at an extremely fast speed and pointed it at the Japanese who drew the knife, and then shot without hesitation.

Bah!
blah blah!

The guy who fired the shot was precise. After the first shot hit the face, he made two more shots. The Boa Detective revolver was powerful at close range. The head of the Japanese who drew the knife exploded like a broken watermelon. The scene was horrible.

The guy who shot was ruthless, and after directly killing the Japanese who drew his sword, he pointed his gun at the other stunned one.

The Japanese are not as tough as they seem.

When the guy saw the muzzle of the black hole aimed at him, he didn't have the toughness he imagined, and he knelt down with a "plop".

This kneeling is not wronged, compared with life, dignity is too cheap.

It's a pity that the cruelty on the other side is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The Japanese kneeling was useless at all, the guy with the gun didn't even blink his eyes, bang—— bah bah!
Now it's finally clean.

"Xiao Li, you are too murderous, and you are so blood-stained, how can you eat this meal--" The other sat still, watching Xiao Li killing two people in a row and still eating steamed buns.

Huang Ada didn't know the name of the man who ate the buns, but he only knew his name was Lao Zhang.

When Lao Zhang was talking, he waved to Huang Ada casually.

Huang Ada trembled all over. He had killed countless chickens in his life, but he had never seen such a tragic scene.

"Boss?" Lao Zhang emphasized his tone.

"Hey, come-come-come-" Huang Ada tried not to look at the two rotten watermelons on the ground, and came to Lao Zhang's side enduring great discomfort.

Old Zhang pointed his fingers at the table.

Huang Ada looked blank, not knowing what Lao Zhang meant.

"Wipe it, the blood is all splashed on the table—" Huang Ada slowly came back to his senses at Lao Zhang's words.

There are dead people here, the smell of blood is so strong, can the buns still smell good?
It looks like it should be quite fragrant.

But if someone is killed here, shouldn't the most worrying thing be the aftermath?

Your immediate concern is actually blood spattered on the table.

Can you be more serious?

"Boss, I'm killing people for you. Don't look at this guy kneeling down. Such a person is the most dangerous. He can bend and stretch—" Xiao Li was very satisfied with his behavior, and opened the magazine and poured out the shells with a "crash". He took out six bullets and put them in one by one, without shaking his hands: "—so this breakfast is skipped, I can't kill you for nothing."

Huang Ada's three views are fragmented.

Feelings, you kill people just as casually as I kill chickens.

And what do you mean by that, as long as you give money, you can help kill people, so can you help me kill Digong Hirohito?

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it when the police come over later." Lao Zhang was also relaxed and casual, just like killing two chickens.

The patrolmen arrived surprisingly fast, before Lao Zhang and Xiao Li finished their porridge, the patrolmen arrived.

"You two, what's going on here?" The patrolman was cautious. Anyone who dared to kill people in the street like this must have confidence.

"Did you see the knife in that guy's hand? He was going to attack me, and I shot him dead - this guy threatened me, and also posed a huge threat to my safety, so I shot, I was in self-defense - —" Xiao Li was serious.

The patrolman's expression was broken.

Who asked you this?

Old Zhang was the more reliable one. He finished his last sip of porridge, put down the bowl in his hand, belched contentedly, passed out two shillings, and said something casually when he got up.

"We're Southern Africans, Umbrella Corporation!"

Southern Africans!
Or the Southern Africans of Umbrella Corporation!
Huang Ada didn't know why, but suddenly felt that it was reasonable for this to happen.

ps: There is still a wave of guests at noon today, and then the Mid-Autumn Festival guests will be over. If you don’t sacrifice at noon, then you will start making up in the afternoon—if you sacrifice, you will start making up tomorrow——

(End of this chapter)