Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 826 Running wildly on the road to death

Roark didn't care about people like Congreve at all, and the lion of the grassland never cared about the bluffing hyena.

Ada is different. Ada attaches great importance to Roque above everything else. For someone like Congreve, if Roque cares about him, it will not prove how powerful Roque is. On the contrary, it will appear that Roque is narrow-minded. It doesn't matter, women are always vengeful, so they won't be open-minded, so when dancing with Rock on the dance floor, Ada looked full of affection, and what she said made people shudder.

"I'll find someone to investigate later and see if this guy has any shady activities. I want to ruin him." Ada will definitely not scratch people when she comes up like a shrew. As long as the money is in place, some people are willing to make a move. scratch.

This is the culprit of a colonial officer like Congreve, especially in a place like Egypt, where the sky is high and the emperor is far away, but rich in oil and water. As the head of the Bainbridge Rifles, Congreve Everyone is a high-ranking military officer in Egypt, and there are not many opportunities to make money. Colonial officers like him rarely start well and end well. As long as Ada grabs Congreve's pigtail and stabs it in the newspaper, Ada doesn't have to worry about it. If Da Da operates, someone will naturally take action to clean up Congreve.

Although the British Army is a cold yamen, there are too many wolves and less meat. Congreve's position is watched by many people, but Congreve doesn't want to make a fortune in silence, and wants to gain a sense of presence in Rock. What is life and death.

Such people usually have no background. When things are going well, no one reminds them that the world is dangerous, so they make such mistakes. Others will not, such as McMahon, whose father is a lieutenant general in the army, a standard second-generation army.

"It's okay, you see shit on the street, there's no need to step on it to prove it." Rock is actually not happy, but it seems that it is not good to kill the Quartet just after arriving in Egypt. It is better to keep a low profile and clean up Kangri Husband has plenty of opportunities.

Rock's metaphor was a bit too vulgar, and Ada was about to vomit, and her lively look of disgust didn't look like a woman in her 30s at all.

What else could Roque do, he could only hug him tighter, completely ignoring Congreve's jealous, mad eyes in the corner of the banquet hall.

"Give it up, Congreve, this is a delicate rose, beautiful, but it has thorns that will prick your hands." Douglas reminded softly that Qin Hui still has three lovers.

"Why? Why is this?" Congreve was so depressed that he was about to go crazy. Everyone else was carrying a glass of wine to pretend that it might be the same glass from the beginning to the end of the whole dinner. Congreve had already drunk more than half of the bottle in such a short time. .

Rock in the center of the dance floor didn't know what to say, which made Ida tremble, and the whole person snuggled into Rock's arms, not caring about other people's eyes at all.

Rock smiled dotingly, only Ada was in his sight, and the unhappiness just now had been forgotten.

"It's normal. It's impossible for such a beautiful woman to survive without protection in a place like southern Africa." Douglas was not surprised. The status of women in this era is not high, and the relationship between men and women is so chaotic. Of these men and women, each of them does not know how many lovers they have, and everyone is accustomed to it.

A stable triangular relationship like Rock, Phyllis, and Ada is really rare in this era, and it can be regarded as keeping oneself clean.

"There are no white people in southern Africa?" Congreve still couldn't accept it. In the eyes of a person like him, as long as the person he likes is not with him, doing anything is wrong.

"Wake up, Congreve, that guy is the Minister of Defense of Southern Africa, Viscount Nyasaland, who owns many companies under his name, and the Umbrella Company is just one of those companies. There are not many such people in Southern Africa, let alone Southern Africa. Douglas is obviously the kind of person who is guided by someone behind him. Only when he knows who should not be provoked can he go further. Congreve is the lucky one who got lucky.

But Congreve didn't know it himself, and most of them firmly believed that he had everything he had now by virtue of his own ability, and even thought that everything he had now was not enough to match his worth.

In fact, it is all an illusion. There are many capable people, and there are many hardworking people, but not many people stand out. In the social form of the pyramid structure, the top is always a minority.

"Why do you all think this is normal? Southern Africa is the territory of the British Empire, but it is normal for a yellow man to occupy a high position?" Congreve complained, looking as if everyone was drunk and the only one was sober. .

"Keep your voice down, this is not the area we should discuss." Douglas was disappointed. With Congreve like this, Douglas might have to keep a distance, so as not to be implicated when he was struck by lightning.

"Ha, you're right, politically correct!" Congreve drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, still feeling unsatisfied, and raised his hand to call the waiter who delivered the wine.

The waiter at the Rhodesian Hotel was still excellent, and the wine was brought to Congreve immediately.

"Why only champagne? Give me a whiskey." Congreve was dissatisfied with the alcohol level of the champagne.

"Please wait a moment, sir—" The waiter was polite, and he couldn't offend anyone in the hall, any one who would stomp his feet and shake the whole Cairo when he went out the door.

"Don't be like Congreve, you'll get drunk if you continue like this—" Douglas's voice gradually became severe. Soldiers must stay sober no matter what, not to mention that the current situation in Cairo is still so tense. Douglas has been He just held a glass of wine and pretended not to drink a sip.

"I'm not drunk, I'm sober." Congreve babbled, waving his arms as he spoke, and nearly hit a gentleman next to him.

"I'm sorry sir, he just received a bad news and he's in a bad mood—" Douglas was rude, if it wasn't for the fact that they were all in uniform, Douglas really wanted to walk away.

"Oh, my grief has changed, and life has to go on—" The old man who accepted the apology was calm, but his words were indeed a bit hurtful.

"What did you say?" Congreve couldn't hear clearly, and wanted to continue pestering.

"That's enough Congreve, I'll take you back." Douglas couldn't let Congreve stay here anymore. Someone had already noticed Congreve's drunkenness. Although everyone here was polite, in fact No one who is qualified to appear here is easy to provoke. Maybe the old gentleman just now has a son who works in the Ministry of War. It is actually just a matter of saying to wear shoes for Congreve.

"I'm not drunk, I'm not, I'm normal." Congreve denied three times.

At this moment the obedient waiter brought Congreve his whiskey.

"You give champagne to others, but why whiskey to me?" Congreve had already forgotten that he asked for it on his own initiative.

"Isn't that the whiskey you want?" The young waiter looked bewildered. In this kind of occasion, it is really rare to see someone who can drink himself too much.

"Are you so crazy? I'm a soldier, and I never drink whiskey!" Congreve was polite to Rock, but he had a nasty face when facing the waiter.

Before Douglas could speak, Congreve picked up the glass and poured it on the waiter.

Not sure.

The waiter stood there without moving, while Congreve poured a full glass of wine on the evening dress of a nearby lady.

"Ah—" The lady couldn't believe it, the soaring high notes completely covered the melodious violin.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" Congreve finally realized his mistake at this time, and he wobbled and stretched out his hand to help the lady wipe it.

Then he was caught by himself without any surprise, staggering and throwing the noble lady together.

"God!"

"asshole!"

"What the hell are you doing?"

Immediately there were neat reprimands all around, but Douglas didn't speak at this time, holding a wine glass with his arms folded, with a half-smile and a helpless expression, no one who really wanted to die could stop him.

"Colonel Congreve, what are you doing?" McMahon only noticed the situation here at this time, and immediately flew into a rage when he came over to see it.

The High Commissioner was the highest British official stationed in Egypt, and Congreve and Douglas were garrison officers, both subject to McMahon's restraint.

When he came to the front and smelled Congreve's alcohol, McMahon was even angrier: "This is an extraordinary time, how can you drink so much?"

Congreve finally struggled to his feet and explained, shaking his hands, "I didn't drink—wow—"

The entire banquet hall was suddenly filled with a disgusting smell.

"It's too much! Colonel Congreve, you must pay for your actions!" McMahon's head and face were covered with the filth sprayed by Congreve. Surprised that McMahon was so miserable, Ida smiled and took out a handkerchief from nowhere, but put Rock's nose on Satoru first.

Rock calmly dragged Ada back a few steps, which was really a bit offensive, and McMahon probably didn't want people to see him in such a mess.

The dinner ended so hastily, and Rock didn't know what would happen to Congreve, but Ida was very sorry.

If it was Ada's shot, it is estimated that Congreve would be even worse.

(End of this chapter)