"What's your name?" Hicks sat down on the living room couch and slowly removed his gloves.

"Li, Li Hongru—"

"There's a knife on the table behind you, and someone is going to break into your house, why don't you pick up the knife and resist?" Hicks was not in a hurry, there was indeed a dinner knife on the table behind the man.

It's a table knife, but it can kill.

Li Hongru looked at Hicks in a daze, not knowing how to answer.

"If it's a robber who breaks in, then you should know the consequences." Hicks couldn't tell how disappointed he was.

"Robbers only need money—" Li Hongru snorted.

"Robbers sometimes get killed." Hicks got up, not wanting to waste his time here.

"If the robber dares to come, I will fight with him!" Finally, there was a voice that didn't disappoint Hicks, albeit a little immature.

"No—" The panicked woman screamed to gag a teenager.

The kid was fifteen or sixteen years old, about the same age as the two guys who had just been executed on the street.

Hicks noticed that the boy was still holding a dagger in his hand.

A real dagger, which is longer, sharper and more suitable for holding than a dinner knife.

"Very well, this is for you, take good care of your family—" Hicks casually took off the Gurkha scimitar he was wearing and tossed it to the boy.

The boy didn't dare to take it, and the scimitar fell on the floor in front of the boy, and the boy's eyes were glowing as he looked at the scimitar.

Hicks and Middleton wasted no more time and turned to leave.

On the first day of the invasion of Batavia, nearly 1,000 people were publicly executed by the Medan army, and the law and order in Batavia was greatly improved.

Middleton was unable to drink tea at the Governor's Palace, and just before the Medan army invaded Batavia, the Dutch Governor in the East Indies fled to Borneo by boat, and the Governor's Palace was later seized.

Roque knew that the news of the capture of Batavia by the Medan troops was already July 20, and the total order of Jianyuan Trading Co., Ltd. had been raised to 3 million pounds, but not for the Nyasaland Military Industrial Group, but for the Nyasaland Import and Export Trading Company.

The £3 million was used to procure a wide range of industrial goods from southern Africa, from machinery to agricultural products.

If Jianyuan Trading Co., Ltd. showed such sincerity at the beginning, then maybe Luo Ke would have taken a high look at Jianyuan Trading Co., Ltd.

Don't think about it now, there is no shortage of sales for Nyasaland's products, Jianyuan Trading Co., Ltd. hopes to buy mechanical products and various special drugs to queue up, agricultural products are more or less, but in addition to potato vodka, Jianyuan Trading Co., Ltd. does not have a large demand for agricultural products, which also makes Roque very helpless.

"After all, they are just businessmen, there is nothing to say, they want to buy, just sell, as long as they abide by the law, there is no need to target them." Roque does not need to rely on Jianyuan Trading Co., Ltd. to gain a foothold in the East Indies, and in the face of absolute strength, any routine is pale and powerless.

"A telegram from Andy said that after the Medan troops captured Batavia, Huang Taiyuan took the initiative to donate 1.5 million rand, and did not make any excessive demands." Anton is still quite satisfied, although Jianyuan Trading Co., Ltd. reacted a little slowly, but after recognizing the situation, it was still very on the road.

"In this case, if you dare to ask for death, there are so many overseas Chinese students in Batavia, only Huang Taiyuan donated 1.5 million?" Roque is indifferent, when the Dutch ruled the East Indies, it is understandable that the overseas Chinese hugged the thighs of the Dutch in order to survive, and now that the Medan troops have occupied Batavia, if the overseas Chinese are still obsessed, then don't blame Roque for being ruthless.

These overseas Chinese, sometimes they really have nothing to say.

In the East Indies and Malaya, the most ruthless bullies against the Chinese were often Chinese farmers.

Roque does not have the slightest affection for these Chinese farmers, and now the East India Company can't spare his hands, so he doesn't target these evil Chinese farmers, and when the East India Company frees up, Roque will slowly settle the accounts, and if there is a problem with Jianyuan Trading Co., Ltd. at that time, Roque will certainly not be soft.

"No, Batavia has donated more than five million, not just Chinese, but a lot of whites have also donated." Anton smiled, and it seemed that the white man was also very sensible.

Not surprisingly, the white people of the East Indies are not only Dutch, but also many white people from other countries, even including many British Americans, and don't forget that the British can enjoy special care in the East Indies.

"Tell Andy to do it quickly and don't give the Dutch a respite." Roque did not relax, although the Dutch military strength was not strong, but the economic strength was still very good, until the eighteenth century, the Netherlands was still one of the richest countries in Europe, if the Dutch were given too much time, then it is difficult to say whether there would be an accident.

"The Governor of the East Indies ran to Borneo, separated from the island of Java by the Java Sea, Andy does not have a navy in his hands, it is estimated that it is a bit difficult to cross the sea, our cruiser has been launched, do you want to sell Andy one or two destroyers?" Anton has now tasted the sweetness of being an arms dealer, not to mention a destroyer, even if it is a cruiser, as long as the money given is enough, Anton has no pressure.

In fact, arms are not the most profitable products in Nyasaland, and the profit margins of medicines, automobiles, and airplanes are greater than those of arms, but the demand for arms is large, and an airplane can earn thousands, but a country only buys dozens or hundreds of them, and the profits are not much, but the basic weapons such as rifles, if you order them at one time, they are tens of thousands, and the profits are still very considerable.

"Don't even think about it, it's enough to have planes, the Far Eastern Fleet has been completely destroyed, Andy doesn't have warships, the Dutch don't have warships, there's nothing to be afraid of." Roque is not worried, in the Far East, only mercenaries can dominate the world.

The fault is that the Dutch do not pay too much attention to the army, the weapons and equipment of the East Indian servant army are so poor that they are simply miserable, the Dutch can't buy weapons even if they want to, and in the context of the arms race, the weapons produced by European countries are not enough for their own use, although the United States is rich, but it is limited to the relationship between the American military industry and Britain and southern Africa, and does not sell them to the Dutch, so the Dutch cannot buy enough weapons even if they have money.

Relatively speaking, the Medan army is much better, at least the Nyasaland military-industrial complex can be supplied openly, and the production capacity is adjusted for the specific situation in the East Indies, and the ratio of shotguns and general-purpose machine guns is particularly high, which are better used in the rainforest than Lee Enfield.

"A new problem, there are several Chinese Americans operating in southern Africa, hoping to get help from southern Africa to start a riot in the Qing country—" Anton reported a new problem.

Roque realized right away that it was already 1910.

If there is no accident, that is, next year, the rule of the Qing government will gradually collapse, but the Chinese nation has not stood up from this, but has entered another cycle.

Next, the Qing State will enter a period of warlord secession, which is also not optimistic for the Chinese in the Qing State.

"You can try to reach out and see what they want, and if it's not too demanding, then meet their requirements-" Roque knew that the wheel of history could not be stopped, and the rule of the Qing government had indeed come to an end, so now Roque could only hope that the fall of the Qing government would be faster: "Send a telegram to Sam and let him come for a trip." ”

In the situation of the Qing Kingdom, the mercenaries actually have room to play, the colonial servant army in the East Indies has no fighting spirit, and the Eight Banners Green Battalion of the Qing State is not much better, if he can, Roque is still very willing to help.

Mercenaries, to put it mildly, if you have milk, you are a mother, as long as the money given is enough, the mercenaries of the umbrella company don't care whether the place of work is East India or Qing Guo.

Perhaps this would also be more beneficial to migrants from southern Africa.

"You want to send mercenaries to Qing Guo?" Anton hesitated.

"Why not?" Roque is confident, as long as those few Chinese Americans don't mind, then the price doesn't matter in the first place.

"Lord, the military discipline of the mercenaries is not good, they have almost killed all the Persians on the peninsula, and they are also killing in the East Indies, you are not afraid-" Anton is very worried, the mercenaries of the umbrella company are not only Chinese, but also a large number of whites and Gurkhas, and the Chinese will be somewhat restrained when they return to the Qing Kingdom, and the whites and Gurkhas will be unscrupulous.

The key is nationality, which has nothing to do with race, for the Chinese in southern Africa, the white mercenaries and Gurkha mercenaries of the umbrella company can maintain respect, but not necessarily for the Chinese in the Qing Kingdom.

It's not necessarily, it's just certain, you must know that in the current world, the reputation of the Chinese is not good, and the Chinese in southern Africa are no longer Chinese in principle, but British.

"What are you afraid of, who to send to Qingguo, it's not up to us to decide." Roque is not worried, the decision is still in the hands of the umbrella company, and the matter is man-made.

While Roque and Anton were on their own, several Chinese-Americans were also caught up in an argument at the Oak Bar next to Cecil Rhodes Plaza in the center of Little Rock.

"Lord Nyasaland himself is Chinese, he came to Southern Africa ten years ago, in the Boer War, we have been in Nyasaland for several days, during this time I believe everyone has seen the status of the Chinese in Nyasaland, as well as the living environment of the Chinese in Nyasaland, I believe that Lord Nyasaland will not sit idly by and ignore the Chinese in the Qing Kingdom, tomorrow I will prepare to go to Fort Eagle to send a post." A middle-aged man in his forties made an impassioned speech.

"The present Lord of Nyasaland is British—" a young man reminded softly.

"But Lord Nyasaland has been emigrating from the Qing Dynasty all these years—" someone retorted.

"That doesn't mean anything." Some people questioned.

"Gentlemen, do you have any opinion of the Lord?" An unfamiliar voice suddenly came from the side.

Several Chinese Americans were a little surprised.

"Introduce myself, my name is Cecy Joel, a member of Brad's office, the secret police you often hear about these days, please come with me, don't resist, or I promise, you won't be able to get out of this bar-" Secy Joel spent his time like a hound that found its prey.

Only then did several Chinese-Americans notice that the surrounding customers, bar girls, bartenders, and bar security guards who had nearly torn their breasts were eyeing them.