Compared to the arrogant and impudent Welch Fusiliers, the officers at the Johannesburg Police Department were much more polite, at least Norman Theresa, the leader of the Welch Fusiliers, was not harassed when he came to Roque.

"Mr. Inspector, this is a serious violent incident, you must get all the Zulus who attacked the patrol back, I will shoot them all, and the patrol members who were injured in the attack, they deserve to be compensated, they are the warriors of the British Empire, they do not deserve such insults." Norman Theresa roared in Roque's office.

"Mr. Colonel, Johannesburg is still under military control, and the police department does not even have the power to enforce the law, how can you let me arrest people?" Roque is neither soft nor hard to push back, no wonder Norman Theresa's men like to bully people so much, it turns out that bullying people feels really good.

No, it's not really good.

It should be said that it is: it turns out that the feeling of bullying people is so cool!

"Mr. Inspector, I suspect now that this is a conspiracy against the patrol! You, as the commissioner of the Johannesburg Police Service, must be held accountable for this. Norman Theresa grabbed Roque.

"Give me nonsense! Hold me accountable? I also put you in charge, last time your men injured my people, this time they injured two policemen, and now your people have been beaten, you still have the face to ask me to be responsible, what are you a police officer in Johannesburg? Are you the servants of your Welch flintlock musketeers? Roque finally couldn't help but slap the table.

Norman Theresa probably didn't expect Roque to be so tough, and he was a little speechless for a while.

Soon, though, Norman Theresa reacted.

"Your subordinates provoke the patrol first, and the patrol will do it." Norman Theresa already knew what was going on, which is why he came to Roque so confidently.

"My men provoke the patrol first? It's funny, can you make it more shameless? Roque scoffed mercilessly.

"You're shameless, you're as shameless as your men, your men give the patrol the middle finger—" Norman Theresa felt that the victory was in hand, and if Roque did not give Norman Theresa an explanation, Norman Theresa would go to the Expeditionary Force Headquarters to complain.

Yes, for some people, filing a complaint is the only way for them to protect their own rights and interests, Roque suffers a loss and will go directly to the field, Norman Theresa is a kind of person, when he encounters troubles that he can't solve, he will only turn to others for help, and never take the initiative to find a way to solve the problem.

"Still give the middle finger, let's go, you come with me." Roque is more reasonable, Norman Theresa is not a coffin without tears.

In the police dormitory on the second floor of the Jinshan Hotel, two police officers who had been beaten by the patrol and were covered with bruises had been properly placed, their heads were covered with bandages, and the bandages were still oozing blood, and one policeman's leg was still hanging up, and he looked badly injured.

Seeing this scene, both Roque and Norman Theresa's faces were ugly.

Roque went directly to the bedside of a policeman, took the policeman's hand and showed it to Norman Theresa, and roared in his mouth: "Staring at your eyes, he only has one middle finger on his hand, and all the other fingers were broken in the battle with the Boers, if you think he deliberately gave the middle finger to the patrol, then well, I will tell you now, yes, he gave the middle finger to the patrol, if you want to go to the expeditionary force headquarters to complain, whatever you want, I will accompany you to the end!" ”

Norman Theresa's expression was like seeing a ghost, and when he lifted his glasses to take a closer look, Norman Theresa was sure that the policeman who was beaten did indeed have only one finger!

What the hell is going on?

"He only has one finger, how can he be a policeman?" Norman Theresa felt unacceptable and thought for a long time before finding the angle of questioning.

"See clearly, his finger was broken by the Boers, he was broken in the battle with the Boers, and before he was retired, he was a valiant scout, and he also shed blood for the British Empire, and he fought for the British Empire, so even if his hand was wounded, he was entitled to the glory of victory." Luo Ke is righteous, even if the lawsuit is brought to the headquarters of the expeditionary force, Luo Ke will not pay attention to it.

Those who are in the wrong do not dare to argue.

At this time, Norman Theresa was already rejoicing, but fortunately when he knew about it, he did not report to the headquarters of the expeditionary force-

What a Chinese kid is so insidious!

"You still have the face to hold us accountable, now what do you say?" Luo Keyi chased Yu Yong after the poor, and he could not sell his name as a scholar.

"It's—it's a misunderstanding." Norman Theresa is really a headache.

"A flirtatious misunderstanding is probably unexplainable, and if you don't give me a reasonable explanation, then I'm going to Pretoria." Roque has the upper hand, isn't it just a complaint, isn't it just a miserable sale, I wonder who wouldn't be the same.

"Mr. Inspector, calm down, going to Pretoria won't help solve the problem." Norman Theresa could only relent.

This will remind you that the complaint will not help solve the problem, why did you go before?

That night, Norman Theresa sent a kilogram of gold to Roque.

Sounds like a lot, right?

In fact, it is worth 138 pounds.

Just have that attitude.

Trouble is always going on, and the next morning there is trouble again.

"Inspector, there are a lot of soldiers on Buck's farm, and they want to take all the miners who are cultivating on the farm, saying that they are going to be thrown into the concentration camp—" Li De was panting and sweating profusely.

Soldier!

It was again the Welch flintlock musketeers looking for fault, which was Roque's first reaction.

Actually, no, this time it was another army stationed in Johannesburg.

"Those servicemen were Canadians, and because Barker's farm was no more than ten miles from the Summerfield Gold Mine, everyone within a ten mile radius of the Summerfield Gold Mine was to be put in a concentration camp, according to the Expeditionary Force Command." On the way to Buck's farm, Roque learned the reason for the soldiers' appearance.

Yes, after Kitchener took office, the expeditionary force returned to its previous harsh methods against the Boers.

In order to fight the Boer guerrillas, as long as the guerrillas attacked, then everyone within ten miles of the attack point would be thrown into the concentration camp, whether the Boers or Zulus, the Chinese, as long as they were not British, all of them would be unlucky.

Roque had placed the miners on Barker's farm, and a few police officers had been left there to prevent trouble, and now they were in good use.

The group flew like horses, and when they arrived at Buck Farm, the situation was still out of control.

In the open space just outside the farmhouse, a few motionless policemen lay next to them, guarded by soldiers from the Canadian Regiment at gunpoint.

There were no doctors on site.