The inauguration ceremony was huge, with about 700 people in attendance.

These 700 people are all dignitaries of southern Africa, their spouses and children, and basically represent the ruling class of southern Africa.

The inauguration ceremony was held in a solemn and solemn atmosphere, and what happened in front of the Palace of Justice would not affect the atmosphere of the inauguration ceremony.

As one of the few friends of Kitchener in southern Africa, Rodge was by Kitchener's side throughout the process, and whenever Kitchener needed to shake someone's hand, Kitchener would temporarily hand the wine glass to Roark, a symbolic gesture.

All southern Africans know that Roque is Adeh's successor, the son-in-law of Speaker of Parliament Philip, and now Roque has such a close relationship with Kitchener, and has the support of British Prime Minister Winston behind him, which fully shows that Roque's position in southern Africa has been unshakable.

In addition to Ade and Philip, the new generation of southern African officials, represented by Henry, Owen, Ida and Sidney Milner, are also centered on Roque, who is also surrounded by business elites such as Xiaosi and Christian, plus a steady stream of high-quality talents cultivated by institutions of higher learning such as the University of Nyasaland, and millions of farmers throughout southern Africa, who together form the future of southern Africa.

"I can't wait to leave Southern Africa, it's a beautiful place, it's a magical land, and living here will be my best memories in the future." Viscount Glaston, the Governor General of Southern Africa, was a little sad and was about to leave Australia to serve as British Governor-General in Australia.

Oh. Gladstone was now an earl, and after the end of the World War, the British government rewarded Gladstone with the promotion of Earl of Gladstone for his contribution to Southern Africa during the World War.

"I hope you will have a smooth job when you come to Australia, because Southern Africa and Australia are only separated by the Indian Ocean, and we can work more closely together in the future." Kitchener is not a polite matter, and Australia, like southern Africa, is still part of the British Empire, even with a higher degree of autonomy.

Compared with southern Africa, Australia's conditions are actually not bad, the land is vast and sparsely populated, and the resources are abundant, but Australia does not have the cheap labor force that southern Africa has, and the domestic population is also seriously insufficient, and Australia's public education level is very poor, and there is no decent institution of higher learning in the country, so during the world war, Australia can only form the Anzac with New Zealand to go to Europe to participate in the war, and it does not play an all-round role like southern Africa.

"There is no comparison between Australia and Southern Africa at all, what kind of future can a country made up of prisoners have." The Earl of Gladstone was not optimistic about the prospects of Australia, which had been a British penal colony and was even more dire than southern Africa.

"It can't be said that the resources in Australia are still very rich, and Favart Steel and Christian Exploration have jointly carried out resource exploration in Western Australia, and the results are not bad." Roque was on point, and if the Earl of Gladstone wanted to, Roque would talk about the next step.

"Really? So are you willing to invest? I think I can do something about it. The Earl of Gladstone immediately smiled, this is all a political achievement.

"Of course, William and I can have a good talk about it later." Roque was definitely willing to invest, William was the son of the Earl of Gladstone, and he had a good relationship with Owen.

"Hahahaha, tell me when you're going to Australia, I'll give you a plane, as long as the land you fly over is yours-" The Earl of Gladstone laughed, and his frustration was swept away, as the Governor of Australia, the Earl of Gladstone has supreme authority in Australia.

"Airplane" is not a joke, there was a law in England in the Middle Ages, called squatter rights, that is, the right to occupy a house.

Occupancy means that if a person can build a house on a piece of terra nullius land between sunset and sunrise, the land will be owned by him.

This law was later extended to mean that if a person illegally occupies a house beyond the time limit for litigation, then that person becomes the rightful new owner of the house.

"That's fantastic, I've got a lot of good planes—" Roque laughed, and if the Earl of Gladstone did that, Roque would make the Australian government feel sorry for him.

While the inauguration ceremony was underway, in the basement of Brad's office next to the Palace of Justice, the interrogation of the placard bearer was in full swing.

Horace, the head of Brad's office in the Transvaal, was very angry about the incident and instructed Jerome, the head of Brad's office in Pretoria, to investigate as quickly as possible the motive of the bearer, his background, whether he had a partner, whether there was someone behind it, and so on.

Jerome was personally in charge of the interrogation of the bearer.

"The guy is very tight-lipped, now I only know that his name is Darwin Andrew, and he lives at 113 Brown Street, and I have sent someone to search his dwelling, and to check his social connections, but this guy seems to live alone, without relatives or friends, like a lone wolf—" Jerome was efficient, and when he reported to Horace, he washed his hands under the faucet in the corner, and the pool was red.

"Hurry up and investigate, we must find out what happened to this guy—" Horace gritted his teeth, and before the inauguration, Roque repeatedly ordered Brad's office to work closely with the Pretoria Police Department to prevent accidents.

As a result, he lost such a big face in front of the new governor and a group of high-ranking officials in southern Africa, and Horace now has the heart to kill.

"Someone has been sent, this guy may be from Orange-" Jerome took the coffee on the table and drank it down, although the Boer country has been destroyed for a long time, but the Orange people have not completely surrendered, and now in southern Africa, there are still Orange people who strongly oppose the rule of the federal government.

As for "colonization", in fact, the Boers were not the original owners of this land, but only those Africans who were mining in the mines or emigrating to other countries.

Horace sat behind his desk and said nothing, the situation in southern Africa was very good, and the people of Orange were the only hidden danger.

Brown Avenue is about 3.5 kilometers from the Palace of Justice, and after knowing Darwin Andrew's address, a team of agents from Brad's office, led by Senior Agent Richardson, arrived at 113 Brown Street.

It was a four-story reinforced concrete building, and Darwin Andrew lived in a room on the third floor, and Richardson came to 113 Brown Street and did not rush upstairs, but first arranged for agents to fence off the entire building, and then led the rest of the agents upstairs.

"Darwin is a good fellow, he works for a mining company, he rarely comes back once a month, he never argues with anyone, are you mistaken?" Gallaher, the owner of the house, who used to work in the federal government, was not much afraid of Brad, but on the contrary, he kept defending Darwin Andrew when he took Richardson upstairs.

Richardson didn't speak, and every time he reached a floor, Richardson left two people behind, and when he reached the third floor, there were only three agents left with him.

"Open the door, and dodge—" Richardson told Gallaher, who was not to take Darwin Andrew lightly, despite Gallaher's repeated remarks that Darwin Andrew lived alone.

"There's no need to make such a fuss, you're going to scare my guests—" Gallaher muttered as he took out the key to open the door, then twisted left and right to find that it wouldn't open.

Richardson had already drawn his pistol and motioned for his men to prepare to kick the door.

Then I saw Gallaher change a key—

Evil landlords!

This time the door was opened without incident.

Gallaher wanted to say something, but was pulled away by Richardson.

An agent flew up and kicked the door open.

As the door opened, Richardson keenly heard something gurgling open, and then Richardson seemed to hear a sound like a fuse burning.

The agent who kicked the door open was about to break down the door, but was also grabbed by Richardson.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, there could be—" Before Richardson's voice could fall, a violent explosion suddenly erupted in the room.

The entire hallway was filled with smoke, Richardson and his two men were knocked down by the violent impact, Gallah leaned against the wall and stared, the last agent was a little far from the doorway without much impact, and the shockwave struggled to rush over to rescue the wounded.

With an explosion of this magnitude, even if there were people in the room, they would definitely be blown to pieces, and there was absolutely no chance of being lucky enough to meet them.

Richardson had no injuries, but he was dizzy and his head was thumping, and he struggled to stand up against the wall, failing to stand up twice in a row.

"Dog's day is explosives, that guy works for a mining company, why did your tenant get so many explosives in the room, why didn't you find out?" Richardson was furious, Gallaher wanted to cry without tears, he had suffered a lot of damage, and he didn't know if the structure of the building had been damaged.

"Phil, Phil, wake up—" The surviving agent was calling out to an unconscious colleague as one of the agents was hit by a shockwave against a wall, bleeding from the head.

"Doctor, call Doctor—" Richardson ignored Gallaher and beckoned the agents who hurried upstairs to save him immediately.

What happened at 113 Brown Avenue was quickly reported back to Brad's headquarters.

This time, without Horace's order, Jerome viciously continued to interrogate Darwin Andrew.

Never die.