Xiao Si really didn't say it, he really wanted to kill the parliamentarian who took the matter of Katanga United Mining Co., Ltd., even in front of Kitchener, Xiao Si said the same thing, without the slightest taboo.

Kitchener only now really understands how lawless the overlords of southern Africa have been, and compared to Xiao Si, Roque is a safe and harmless little white rabbit, without the slightest aggression.

In this case, even Kitchina can only appease Xiao Si and prevent Xiao Si from risking the world's condemnation.

Leaving the Palace of Justice, Roque, Xiao Si, and Henry did not rush home, but went to a bar not far from the Palace of Justice to have a casual drink.

"If you want me to say that you are all too easy to bully, you don't know how to resist when you have a knife on your neck, people have launched an attack on us, and you are still discussing whether to resist or surrender, I really don't know what you are worried about." Xiao Si was still chattering in the bar, which was a peripheral part of Brad's office, but he didn't have to worry about Roque and what they said.

Brad has a clear division of labor within the department, the intelligence department, the operations department, and the support department have their own duties, and the bars and other business premises belong to the support department, and while collecting intelligence, they also have to raise funds for Brad's office.

Bars in Southern Africa are basically outlying to Brad's office, including Oak Bar and Table Mountain Bar, which are obliged to provide information to Brad.

Of course, Brad's office will also give corresponding support to these peripheral institutions, such as this small bar not far from the Palace of Justice, which has an annual profit of more than half a million rand, which no one can imagine.

"It's as simple as you say, it's easy to kill people, but what happens after you kill them? Unless it is in the case of not dying, you can't take risks, this is the rule of the game that everyone has to abide by, if we break the bottom line, then we will become the enemy of the whole people. "Henry will not use extreme measures unless he has to, and it is easy to take out a certain MP, but then you have to guard against the retaliation of certain interest groups, and this will form a vicious circle.

"Killing people won't solve the problem, but we can't let people slaughter them, Cecil, are there any familiar members of Congress?" Roque wants to unite all the forces that can be united, and a company like the South African company must have its own voice of interests in Congress.

"Yes—" Xiao Si replied in the affirmative.

"That's fine, use all the forces at our disposal to bring about the establishment of the Commonwealth, and don't let others lead us out of line." Roque is still very sensible and can distinguish between priorities and priorities.

"So we're not going to fight back? It's not like you! Xiao Si was surprised, in Xiao Si's impression, Roque was not a reluctant character.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry—" Roque was patient, the account could be settled slowly, and the establishment of the Commonwealth was the top priority.

Just when Roque was uniting his thoughts with Henry and Small, a special guest came to the house of Louis Shelley, who lived at 112 Brest Street in London.

Louis Shelley, an Irishman who was previously a practising solicitor at Edwards in London, was hired by the RAND Bank for work reasons and then ran for election to the House of Commons with the support of the RAND Bank.

The house where Louis Shelley lived, provided by the Rand Bank, was worth more than half a million pounds, with a total of twenty-six rooms on three floors, and if Louis Shelley's salary depended, Louis Shelley would have to work for at least 150 years to afford it.

"Louis, my friend, how are you doing?" The visitor is Christian, a southern African tycoon who spent huge sums of money in England and France during the World War, rumored to have spent more than £100 million, and it is said that a certain street in London was bought by Christian in its entirety.

If Christian's influence was limited to southern Africa before the outbreak of the world war, then after the end of the world war, Christian's influence has spread throughout Europe, and it is rumored that Christian is the spokesperson of a powerful figure in southern Africa.

Members of Congress, there are always some channels that ordinary people don't know.

"Mr. Christian, I'm so glad to see you again, how are you doing?" Louis Shelley was enthusiastic and took the initiative to welcome Christian into the living room.

"It's not good, a lot of things don't go well, one thing hasn't been dealt with, and new troubles are coming one after another - just bring me a glass of wine on the rocks, thank you." Christian is welcome, if it was at Buckingham Palace, maybe Christian would be a little more restrained.

When he took a seat in the living room, Christian lit a cigar and felt as if he were in his own living room.

Louis Shelley didn't smoke, he drank wine with ice, and although the winter in London was not over, wine with ice could clear Louis Shelley's mind.

"Any idea what's going on lately?" Christian doesn't go around in circles, his voice is a bit muffled, and the winter air in London is terrible, which makes Christian's nose feel very uncomfortable.

"Yes." Louis Shelley was a member of Congress and certainly knew what was going on recently.

"Know?" Christian confirmed.

"Yes, I know." Louis Shelley repeated, looking at Christian with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Don't think that MPs are so high-minded, this is true for ordinary people, but for a tycoon like Christian, MPs are just ordinary characters, and there is really nothing to be proud of.

"And what are you going to do?" Christian pressed on step by step, and in order to get Louis Shelley elected to Parliament, Christian Construction spent almost two hundred thousand pounds, and now it was time for Christian to collect the profits.

"It's troublesome, Mr. Christian, you have to know that Southern Africa is now the target of public criticism, and everybody's all eyes on Southern Africa, and we need an opportunity." Louis Shelley knew what Christian wanted, but it wasn't that simple.

"If there is no opportunity, find a way to create an opportunity, and if someone makes a similar proposal next time, I hope you will take a clear stand against it - rest assured, you will find out how many supporters you have when the time comes." Christian is a good teacher, there are indeed fools in Congress, but there are also many smart people.

Louis Shelley didn't speak, and looked at Christian in embarrassment.

Christian didn't speak, but looked at Louis Shelley coldly, his eyes colder than the wine with ice.

"Well—" Louis Shelley relented, having realized this when he accepted the donation from Christian Construction.

Don't forget that Christian is a businessman and all investments are meant to pay off.

"Hahahaha-that, that's great, Luis, I knew you were a smart guy, I heard you wanted to run for Speaker of the House of Commons, don't worry, I'll support you." Of course, Christian will not let Louis Shelley help him, and after getting Louis Shelley's promise, Christian immediately added weight.

"Well, we're best friends, and I've always believed that." Louis Shelley is not polite, how much money is helped, everything is a transaction, and no one loses.

Leaving Louis Shelley's home, Christian sat in the car with a tired face.

In fact, Christian's life has not been easy recently.

The workers hired by Haut-Katanga United Mining Co., Ltd. from the Republic of the Congo are all hired through Christian Human Resources.

As for how Christian Human Resources managed to get so many workers, there are a lot of secrets that are not enough for outsiders.

Now that the scandal of Haut-Katanga United Mining Co., Ltd. has been exposed, and Christian Human Resources is also walking into the abyss, if all this is exposed in broad daylight, then Roque will not be able to save Christian.

"Sir, do you want to go back to the mansion?" The secretary in the front seat asked softly, Christian's face was ugly now, and the secretary in the front seat was also in a worried mood.

"No, back to the suburban manor, the air here makes me feel like I'm in a, and I don't want to breathe in that air." Christian is blunt, but the air in London is terrible, but it is too much to describe as a "".

In the afternoon in London, there are few pedestrians on the streets, the sky is dark as if it is night, and it is difficult to see people from fifty meters away.

The U.S. flu pandemic hasn't completely disappeared on Britain's home turf, with the occasional person passing by the car window hurrying with masks, almost no one stopping on the streets, and few shops open.

The car suddenly jolted violently as it passed an intersection, and then the car stopped as if it had hit something.

The driver got out of the car to check and found that the car had hit a rock and could not move.

The driver scolded viciously, kicked the stone again, and shouted at the bodyguard in the car in front of him to help.

The car that opened the road had disappeared into the mist without a trace, and the driver was helpless, and a passer-by enthusiastically came to help.

Christian also wanted to get out of the car to help, but just as Christian was about to push the car door, he suddenly saw someone approaching quickly from behind.

Christian immediately closed the door again.

The man running behind the car suddenly pulled out a pistol and pulled the trigger on Christian in the window.

Bang!

The windows are unharmed.

"Bastard, what are you doing?" The driver screamed.

Passers-by who came to help pulled out their guns and pulled the trigger almost against the driver's head.

Bang!

The killer outside the car window did not stop and continued to shoot at Christian.

Bah, Bah, Bah Bah -

Sparks flew around, and through the car window, the killer could clearly see Christian's eerie eyes.