After walking out of the room, Du Pin found a guard lying face down in the corner of the hallway, and he didn't know if it was the guy who delivered Du Ping's book.

There was certainly no time to think about this at this time, so Du Ping followed behind a man in black and tiptoed out.

"Du, help me, don't leave me here—" Phil Boone's voice suddenly came from the next room.

Du Ping subconsciously pulled the man in black.

"Don't meddle, we can't take too many people—" The man in black's voice was nervous and anxious.

"Take him away if you can, he's an official of the Cape State government—" Dupin hesitated, still hoping that the man in black would take Philburn with him.

Dupin, like the Man in Black, was seized by Galbraith as a bargaining chip with the federal government.

Taking Filburn away now, Galbraith will have one less chip in his hand, so that the federal government can take a greater initiative whether it is a fight or a negotiation.

The man in black obviously knew this, too.

However, the man in black didn't seem to be ready to do this, and as soon as Du Ping's words fell, for a moment, Du Ping noticed that the hand of the man in black holding the gun subconsciously tightened.

Yes, kill Fil Boone on the spot, and the result seems to be the same.

Fortunately, the man in black still had his senses, hesitated, and opened the door of Phil Boone's room.

"Thank you, thank you very much, I thought I was going to die—" Phil Boone thanked him incessantly, his words filled with joy and gratitude for his desperate life.

"Shut up!" The man in black will change to English at this time, and he is also very proficient.

However, Fil Boone's physical fitness is obviously not comparable to Du Pin, perhaps because it is dark and he can't see clearly, Fil Boone just walked a few steps before he kicked a wooden box next to him, and one stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Who?" The people in the next room were immediately awakened, Du Pin's heart instantly rose to his throat, and Phil Boone lay on the ground trembling all over, not daring to move.

"It's—" The man in black was in danger, his voice slurred with a hangover and frivolity.

"Bastard, be careful—" The people in the room didn't suspect it, and fell back into bed and continued to sleep.

After a false alarm, Du Ping followed the man in black around and finally walked to the edge of the camp.

At this time, there were already seven or eight black-clothed people around Du Ping, and he didn't know from which corner they all came from.

In order to prevent a sneak attack, the rebels pulled barbed wire around the camp, along with canned food boxes, which was a common practice of the Allied forces during the World War.

Although the people in black were all wearing masks, Du Ping still felt that the leading man in black seemed to be pouting.

A man in black crept over and cut a hole in the barbed wire with a pair of tongs.

The man in black in the lead glanced at the frightened Fil Boone, went over with the pliers, and cut the hole a little wider.

This time it's much better.

However, the man in black still underestimated the trouble that Fil Boone had caused, and although the guy had been careful when he got through the barbed wire, he still got caught in his clothes by the barbed wire.

Probably Fil Boone was also in a hurry, so he rushed forward with all his might.

As a result, the meat was hung by barbed wire, and a large piece of the belt meat was torn off.

"Whew-" Fil Boone's screams were clearly visible from a kilometer away in the night.

"Who?" Immediately there was a question in the camp.

The man in black in the lead did not speak, grabbed Du Pin and burrowed into the bushes outside the camp.

Click-

The sentry finally spotted the man in black, and a bullet mixed with tracer bullets swept over, which was unusually conspicuous in the dark night.

"Let's go, let's go—" The leading man in black changed his voice in a hurry, and when he jumped into the bushes, he didn't forget to turn around and throw a grenade.

Boom –

The rebel camp was now completely blown up.

Boom Boom Boom –

The grenade thrown by the man in black seemed to detonate the entire rebel camp, and violent explosions occurred almost simultaneously in many corners of the camp, and the whole camp was full of flames, screams, gunfire mixed with violent explosions.

Walk and go—pick up speed—" The man in black didn't slow down after jumping into the bushes.

"Du, don't leave me—" Phil Boone's voice came from behind.

Du Ping also knew that he couldn't do anything at this time, so he couldn't take care of Fil Boone at all, so he just buried his head and ran forward with the man in black-

Ran until the sky was exposed, revealing the white of the fish's belly.

At this time, the gunfire behind him was inaudible.

The man in black, who had not let go of Du Ping, also collapsed on a stone on the side of the road and gasped violently, his mask ran off at some point, this was a very young white man, about the same age as Du Ping.

"Thank you, sir, my name is Du Ping—" Du Ping was very grateful and took the initiative to reach out and introduce himself.

"You're welcome, I'm Drake from Brad's Office Operations Team-" Drake lay on the stone and waved his hand weakly, just shake hands or something.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Drake, when I graduated from the University of Nyasaland, I was also eager to join Brad's office, but unfortunately I didn't pass the exam—" Du Ping gasped for half a moment before finishing his sentence.

"You college students, you really shouldn't join Brad, it's too wasteful!" Drake laughed, Brad's office wasn't for anyone who wanted to get in.

At this time, the men in black arrived one after another, and Dupin was pleased to find that Phil Boone had also escaped.

However, unlike Du Ping, who has been running on his own, Phil Boone was carried out by two men in black, with a bandage crooked around his shoulder, looking very embarrassed.

"Hey, remember what you just said, you owe me and Craig a hundred rand each, when will you pay?" A stout man in black was triumphant, and he didn't know when Phil Boone was in debt.

"Don't worry, when I get back to Cape Town—no, no, no, no, as long as I can find a bank, I'll pay right away—" Philboone's face was sallow, his eyes were sunken, and he was at least ten years old overnight.

It doesn't matter if you're ten years old, after all, life is still there.

"Hey, Ralf, we've all helped too, why are you and Craig alone for a hundred rand?" Immediately, other men in black jumped out to share the spoils.

"Oh, let's divide the money first-" The face of the caller was cunning, obviously not wanting to give in easily.

"Rest is over, gentlemen, let's move on and get to St. John's Harbor before dark—" Drake ran to the nearby creek to fill the kettle, straightened his bags, and beckoned the men in black to move on.

McClair was 110 kilometres from St. John's, and Drake's words made Dupin worry that even if there were 12 hours left until dark, it would be almost impossible to run 110 kilometres in 12 hours.

Well, be confident, put almost removed, is simply impossible.

But fortunately, Dupin doesn't feel like it's possible, let alone Phil Boone, this guy doesn't want to run 110 kilometers, he feels like he can lose his breath if he takes two steps now.

Fortunately, Drake was obviously smarter than Dupin had imagined, and the group hadn't gone far after descending the mountain when a small river appeared in front of them.

Drake walked over and whistled loudly, and a wooden boat came out of the grass on the other side of the river.

With a boat, 110 km does not seem to be as difficult as it seems.

Just as Dupin boarded the wooden ship, Roque received a telegram that Dupin had escaped.

"Very well, send a telegram to the Cape state government immediately, if they can't eliminate the rebels within three days, then the federal government will intervene immediately." Roque's patience with the Cape state government is also at its limit.

When Dupin was detained by Galbraith, Roque had some scruples.

Now that Du Pin has been rescued, Roque will not delay any longer.

Philip has concluded his visit to the United States and boarded the ship from New York Harbor.

Before Philip returns to Southern Africa, Roque must solve the problem and cannot leave the problem to Philip.

Fortunately, Roque still had plenty of time, and Philip would make a detour to London to meet King George V before returning to southern Africa.

As Roque imagined, the Cape government did not agree with the federal government's involvement, nor did it plan to eliminate the rebels by force, and Edmund Law's excuse was that some state government officials were being detained by the rebels, and the Cape state government had to do everything possible to ensure the safety of state government officials.

Poor Edmund, he didn't know that Dupin and Philburn had escaped.

Roque didn't talk nonsense, and at six o'clock in the morning of February 10, a brigade of the Southern African Marine Corps, escorted by the Edward fleet, landed in St. John's Harbor, and Zhunby went to McClair to quell the rebellion.

"Sir, you can't land in St. John's Harbour without the authorization of the Cape State Government—" St. John's Mayor Rich Deoule, an old colonial official who, like most Cape State officials, has little trust in the federal government.

"Mr. Mayor, we have orders from the Ministry of Defense, a serious rebellion has broken out in McClair, the Wehrmacht does not need orders from the Cape State Government to carry out its duties, what you can do now is to do everything you can to cooperate with the actions of the Wehrmacht, unless you sympathize with the rebels and are unwilling to cooperate with the Ministry of Defense to attack the rebels." Jackson Marshall was dressed in a white Southern African admiral uniform, his expression and voice as cold as steel, and emotionless.

"Your Excellency, General, we must receive orders from the state government in order to cooperate with the actions of the Wehrmacht." Rich Deeulle was sweating profusely, and when Jackson Marshall was negotiating with him, two transport ships not far away, Marine Corps amphibious armored vehicles were driving onto the dock, and hundreds of Marine officers and soldiers were lining up on the dock, they were wearing blue and white new Marine combat uniforms, and the steel helmets were also painted in blue and white, and the colors were very beautiful.

"I repeat to you, Mr. Mayor, if you do not cooperate with the actions of the Wehrmacht, then I have the right to military control of Port St. John—" Jackson Marshall was not welcome, and once the Port of St. John was to be taken under military control, Mr. Mayor could go home.