The patrol leader who wounded the policeman was named Lance, and he had the rank of second lieutenant in the Welch Flintlock Musketeers.

Lance's grandfather participated in the Opium War against the Qing in Britain, and now Lance's home in the United Kingdom still keeps the trophies that Lance's grandfather brought back from the Qing Kingdom, which is a very beautiful vase and a pair of embroidered shoes from the Qing Kingdom.

Lance didn't know much about blue and white pastels, but he knew that someone had offered £100 to buy a vase from Lance's house.

The price was high enough, but Lance's grandfather didn't sell it.

Compared with the vase, Lance was more curious about the embroidered shoes of the Qing Kingdom.

According to Lance's grandfather, it was a pair of adult shoes, which Lance's grandfather took off from the feet of a Qing woman.

To Lance's disbelief, the shoes were so small that Lance's ten-year-old daughter couldn't wear them, and the shoes had a strange smell that would make Lance's already restless heart even more uneasy.

It is a pity that Lance has no Chinese women in the Johannesburg Police Department, otherwise Lance must find a way to see with his own eyes whether the feet of Chinese women are as small and delicate as Lance's grandfather said.

On the day of the brawl, Lance was warned by his superiors not to cause trouble during this time and to guard against retaliation from the Johannesburg Police Department.

Lance didn't care, the police in Johannesburg dared to retaliate against the Welch flintlock Musketeers?

No kidding, the country founded by the Boers has been wiped out, just those Chinese police officers in the Johannesburg police department?

In fact, to be honest, probably Lance's superiors didn't think that the Johannesburg Police Department had the courage to retaliate, so the day after the brawl, Lance still led the team to patrol the streets as usual.

The patrol consisted of 12 men, including Lance, and as usual, they left the barracks in a neat line, singing the military anthem of the Welch Fusiliers.

Seeing the patrol come out, the pedestrians on the road avoided one after another, and a few Boer children looked at the patrol curiously on the side of the road, but they were viciously dragged home by the parents, and immediately the scolding of the parents and the crying of the children came out.

There were a few scrawny stray dogs in the garbage heap by the roadside, and they only looked for food from the garbage heap, and they didn't have time to hide.

Lance pulled out his Webley revolver, aimed at the nearest stray dog and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The stray dogs fell in response, and the rest of the stray dogs fled in all directions wailing.

Lance and his men laughed.

Whenever he encounters this kind of scene, Lance feels his blood boiling, and in Johannesburg, Lance feels like the king here.

Along the fixed patrol route, soon the patrol team came to the site where the police were beaten yesterday.

Compared with yesterday, the progress of the construction site has not been affected, and when the patrol passed by yesterday, the workers on the construction site were placing the police badge on the roof of the imposing marble main building, and now the police badge has been placed, and the eye-catching police badge shines in the sun, which greatly stabs Lance's nerves.

Will the police in Johannesburg be working in such an imposing building in the future?

When Lance passed by here before, he always thought that this was the private residence of a certain big man, so Lance never felt jealous, because those big people could not afford to offend Lance.

When Lance found out that this was actually the future Johannesburg Police Department, think about the low and dilapidated wooden houses on his farm, think about the damp and simple barracks in the temporary camp, the moment Lance saw the police badge yesterday, his psychology suddenly became unbalanced, so he beat the two policemen on duty.

Today, there are still police officers on duty on the site, not Boer police, but two Zulu policemen.

Without Lance taking the initiative to provoke, a patrol member shouted at the two Zulu policemen.

"Falk Squid—"

"Come and eat my birds—"

"Hey, that, is it because your parents didn't turn on the lights when they made you at night, that's why you're so dark-"

Really, foul language, rolling thunder, who said white people can't swear?

It's very creative.

It's a pity that such creative words didn't get any response.

The two Zulu policemen didn't seem to understand English, and no matter how insulting the patrol was, both Zulu policemen were smiling at the patrol with big innocent eyes.

A Zulu police officer waved to the patrol.

Wait, wave?

Why didn't the hand be fully open, but deliberately left a middle finger?

"Underwhelming!"

"him!"

"This time I'm going to beat him up so much that his mother doesn't even recognize him."

The sharp-eyed patrolmen immediately became furious, and a dozen patrolmen launched a collective charge at the two Zulu police officers on duty.

The two Zulu policemen were obviously a little confused, they didn't run, they didn't beg for mercy, they just froze in place.

More than a dozen patrol members swarmed up and surrounded the two Zulu policemen, and there was a flurry of punches and kicks.

"Stop, we're the police—"

"Why are you hitting us-"

The two policemen finally remembered to beg for mercy, but it seemed to make the patrol more tyrannical, and some even used the butts of their guns.

Such a big movement must have aroused the minds of others.

Unlike yesterday's Zulu workers who cowered and only dared to look from afar, this time, some Zulu workers slowly surrounded them.

"Oh, stop fighting-"

Someone is pretending to fight.

"Fack, get out of here!"

The blood-soaked patrol members casually walked over with the butt of a rifle in their hands.

Xiao Hei, who persuaded the fight, was caught off guard, and was hit on the head with the butt of a gun, and blood suddenly flowed down.

"Hahahaha-"

The patrol members laughed wildly, and before the laughter could fall, they were punched in the ribs.

"You-"

The patrol member exclaimed, and before he could finish a full expletive, he was kicked in the lower abdomen again, and then he was drowned out by the crowd.

Ten minutes later, sirens sounded in the streets, and several policemen ran in this direction while blowing their sirens.

The little black man who did it immediately dispersed.

All that remained on the ground were a dozen swollen patrol soldiers, and two Zulu policemen who had been beaten even harder.

"Can't let them run away, get the people back-" Lance was also beaten to a pig's head, his military uniform was stained with mud and blood, he was beaten several times in the face, his eyes were dark and bloodshot, his nose was broken, and two front teeth were knocked out.

The patrol officer who rushed over did not speak, and looked at the two Zulu policemen who couldn't even scream, and looked at Lance with anger in their eyes.

Only then did Lance realize that he was not the king of Johannesburg.