Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 671

If the German Army that defeated the French Army is the number one army in the world, then what are the mercenaries of the umbrella company that defeated the German Army?

It doesn't count, the mercenaries of the umbrella company don't even have a nationality. If they are the world's number one army, then the armies of all countries in the world can hang themselves.

But there is no doubt about the fact that the East Indian servants would definitely not be able to defeat the mercenaries of the Umbrella Company, and the battle only lasted half an hour at most before it ended hastily, even though the servants who were supposed to protect Port of Medan had dispersed in a hurry, The mercenaries of the Umbrella Company still stuck to their positions, and they didn't leave the position until the Ark slowly left the dock.

But what happened next made Benson Taohetti even more terrified, because the mercenaries of the umbrella company did not leave, but directly smashed open the gate of the slave army camp in Port Medan, apparently intending to live in Port of Medan.

After discovering this fact, Benson Tauherty turned pale, while Scott Stella looked playful.

"What does that mean?" Benson Taugherty murmured.

"You should ask those mercenaries directly." Scott Stella left a sentence, then went downstairs to the carriage and drove away.

It's amazing, just now the pier was so lively, the groom didn't run away, but kept waiting downstairs, the citizens of the British Empire really have the confidence.

Of course, Benson Taoherty didn't dare to ask. It wasn't until dawn that Benson Taoherty went downstairs tremblingly. He saw the Nile Crocodile docked on the pier, and groups of heavily armed mercenaries were marching in line. Go down the gangway.

Benson Tauherty straightened his collar and tried his best to appear in front of a mercenary who was posting a notice with a tidy image: "Excuse me, sir——"

The mercenary was not tall, but his body was strong, and the arms exposed from the cuffs of his shirt were strong and muscular.

He was wearing a half-new Umbrella mercenary uniform, with the shield-shaped logo of the Umbrella Company on the front of the crooked hat on his head, and two white horizontal bars, one thick and one thin, embroidered on the red collar badge on his shoulders. A bullet belt full of bullets is straddled diagonally, a brand new Ree Enfield rifle is carried on the shoulder, a bullet box and a bayonet are buckled on the armed belt around the waist, and a beautifully curved silhouette is inserted obliquely on the belt. Erka machete.

It was only when the mercenary turned around that Benson Tauherty realized that there was a quick-draw holster on the mercenary's chest, with a shiny black pistol stuck in it, and a row of six guns under the quick-draw holster. Different egg grenades.

Benson Tauherty couldn't recognize it. These were four offensive grenades and two defensive grenades.

"Please speak English, or Chinese—" the mercenary had a cold expression on his face, with his hands on the handle of his gun on his chest.

"Sorry, I don't have any malice—" Benson Tauherty immediately switched to English, and raised his hands to indicate that he has no weapons: "—I just want to ask, what do you want to do?"

"Who are you? We don't need your approval for what we do." The mercenary was not polite, and didn't look at Benson Taoherty differently because of his skin color.

"I am the chief executive officer of Port of Medan—" Benson Tauherty revealed his identity.

"Oh—hello, Chief Executive." The mercenary greeted casually, then turned and continued to paint the wall.

Only then did Benson Tauherty notice that the notice on the wall was a notice requesting all residents of Port of Medan to gather at the pier before [-]:[-] pm tomorrow, signed by the Far East Branch of Umbrella Corporation.

"Wait, what right do you have to ask the residents to assemble?" Benson Tauherty felt his scalp tingling, as if he was in a huge crisis.

"We don't need your approval for what we are going to do!" The mercenary turned and took off the rifle on his shoulder, and raised the butt to smash it.

Benson Tauherty closed his eyes in despair, ready to bear the next blow.

"Calm down, Sergeant." A voice saved Benson Taugherty just in time.

"Yes, sir!" When Benson Tauherty opened his eyes, he happened to see the mercenary standing at attention and saluting.

In a pose that Benson Tauherty had never seen before.

"Continue with your work, Sergeant." This time, Benson Tauherty understood the rank of the person who came, and it was a major.

"Mr. Major, hello, I am Benson Tauherty, the chief executive of Port of Medan." Benson Tauherty introduced himself, this time very cleverly speaking in English.

"Hello, Mr. Tao Heti, I am Joe from the Umbrella Company, and now I am officially informing you that our Umbrella Company will officially take over the Port of Medan until the superior orders us to leave, please lead your men to leave here before two o'clock tomorrow afternoon , before that, my people won’t stop you, if it’s past two o’clock tomorrow afternoon, you and your men must go to the pier to gather and obey our management, otherwise we will take all means including shooting.” Joe Those words made Benson Tougherty despair.

"No, you can't do this. The Port of Medan is our territory in the Netherlands. You are launching a military attack on a sovereign country. You must stop your actions—" Benson Tauherty was not intimidated, and finally he was still Can argue.

"I'm not discussing with you, I'm telling you that you have only two choices now, stay and accept our management, or leave - no, you still have a third, which is to continue to exercise your position as the top executive The duty of the officer, but in that case, you will be our enemy, understand?" Qiao's voice was like a bell, and several mercenaries of the umbrella company around were already holding guns.

Benson Toherty had no doubt that as long as Joe gave the order, these mercenaries would shoot without hesitation.

"I——I see—" Benson Taugherty, sweating profusely, reluctantly nodded under Joe's cold gaze for a long time.

"Very well, I hope I can see you on the pier at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, don't you want to know what we are going to do? You will know when the time comes." Joe nodded in satisfaction. very kind.

This day is definitely a torment for Benson Taoherty. If possible, Benson Taoherty would like to leave.

But Benson Taoherty did not leave. According to the regulations of East India, if Benson Taoherty, the chief executive, leaves, then Benson Taoherty will be responsible for the fall of Medan Port.

Although Benson Tauherty didn't know what these mercenaries were going to do, he still believed that Medan Port had fallen.

After the mercenaries posted the notice, they found a group of local residents in Port Medan and began to clean the pier.

The bodies of the servants who were killed last night are still lying on the pier.

All the equipment on the corpses were stripped off, and then transported by cart to the port area, burned and buried deeply.

Then water began to wash away the bloodstains left on the pier, supervised by mercenaries, and these mercenaries had very strict requirements for hygiene standards. Not only did the bloodstains on the ground have to be washed clean, but the garbage on the streets was also cleaned up. In the end, even the water stains that washed away the blood stains had to be cleaned up, even after a while, they might be dried by the sun.

While the pier was being cleaned, the mercenaries got a few fishing boats out of nowhere, and then began to clean up the garbage in the port.

Of course, the local residents were responsible for this work. The garbage on the boat quickly piled up like a mountain. In addition to some domestic garbage that had been piled up for a long time, there were also some rotten animal corpses. In the end, an unknown corpse was even cleared out. It is not known how long it sank in the port.

The mercenaries in charge of supervision were obviously dissatisfied with the sanitation conditions in the port, so the work lasted extraordinarily long. About a dozen fishing boats worked until noon, and then these local residents were allowed to go ashore for dinner.

Even Benson Tauherty didn't expect these local residents to work for the mercenaries and still have food to eat.

Moreover, the food these mercenaries provided to the local residents was not bad, pay attention, there is food.

Not only are there vegetarian dishes, but each person also has a fried fish with golden color on both sides.

The mercenaries ate the canned food they carried, but it was obvious that these mercenaries were a bit extravagant. A few mercenaries gave a half-eaten canned food to a child who was watching eagerly.

These mercenaries are indeed extravagant. After a lunch that is not too rich but absolutely full, a chef in a white coat comes out to serve each mercenary a cup of coffee. Two local residents who work very hard in the morning also have a share. They each got a box of canned food just now, but they were not willing to eat it. This kind of canned food is also sold in Medan Port, but it is expensive, and only white people could afford it before.

It was at this time that Benson Tauherty thought that it seemed that this kind of canned food was produced in southern Africa.

It turns out that southern Africa is not a barren land. At least southern Africa can produce canned food by itself, while East India cannot.

East India can only produce primary agricultural products and raw ore, as well as oil.

Yes, there is oil in Borneo in the East India, and it is Royal Shell that has the right to operate it.

Thinking of this, Benson Tauherty felt hopeful again. Royal Shell Petroleum Company has shares in the British royal family. The Queen of the Netherlands and the King of England seem to be related. So as long as the British king is willing to mediate, Nyasaland may be calmed down. Lord's wrath.

After a 10-minute break after lunch, attracted by lunch, more and more local residents were rushed to work by mercenaries before they could fully enjoy the afternoon sun.

The mercenaries who were still cheerful just now will be very strict once they start working. The cleaning work in the port is still going on, but at this time the number of fishing boats has increased to more than 30, and more locals are driven by the mercenaries. They all worked hard, harder than cleaning their own house.

(End of this chapter)