Chapter Forty-Eight: Roaring

Roque didn't go to the Table Mountain bar these days because he was busy with work, so Roque hasn't seen Ada since that day.

As for why Ida is here, Roque is not surprised, Ida is from a noble background and a military widow, and it is too normal to be qualified to attend the banquet held by the governor, as for the unbearable rumors outside, it is men who know what is going on, and no one will care about the real big shots, don't forget that Henry also said that Ida is probably the richest woman in the whole of Cape Town.

In front of everyone, it was inconvenient for Roque to greet Ada, but it was okay to send a warm smile.

In fact, there was no time to smile, Li De had already come to Roque's side, the rebels' carriage, just behind the carriage that Ida was riding.

Roc gave Henry a sure look, waved his hand behind his back, and the commandos who had been scattered at the gate of the manor slowly outflanked him quietly.

Because there are a lot of guests, the carriage is not allowed to enter the manor, they are all parked in a small square at the entrance of the manor, and to enter the manor, you also need to show an invitation, and checking the invitation card is also one of the contents of Roque's work.

There were three people in the carriage that Li De confirmed, two men in tuxedos who were presumably going to sneak into the venue, and a coachman, but he didn't see the last person.

Roque was stunned, this was an accident.

"Gentlemen, please show me your invitations." Henry, who had not yet noticed that the heads were not matched, stopped the two rebels who were about to enter the venue as planned.

"Invitation, okay, let me find out where." A 300-pound humanoid creature with a round build, estimated to be over four feet in circumference, but less than one meter seven in height, reached into its arms.

“F***!” Henry suddenly let out a loud cry and raised his foot to kick the fat man to the ground.

"Idiot!" Luo Ke scolded secretly, what kind of handsome is it at this time, it is the right way to deal with it by killing people directly.

"Evacuate!" Roque only had time to roar, then pounced on the struggling fat man and pressed him to death.

As soon as his hand touched the fat man, Roque found that the tentacles didn't feel right, the fat man's body was not soft and fat, but angular and strong, like a fat man wearing a sandbag under a tuxedo!

Rox's soul flew out of the sky.

The fat man had a pistol in his hand, and the muzzle of the black hole was facing Roque.

Roque's backhand was an elbow and hit the fat man the neck.

The fat man pulled the trigger before he fell unconscious.

Bang!

The bullet flew past Roque's body, and Roque could feel the feeling of the bullet grazing his skin, but it was strange, it didn't hurt.

"Kill him, he has explosives on him!" Roque held the fat man's hands tightly, even if the fat man was unconscious, Roque did not dare to be careless.

Dynamite!

In fact, there were a lot of people at the gate of the manor, a lot of guests, and more security personnel and guest attachés, so even if the fat man shot just now, it didn't cause much chaos.

But when people heard that there were explosives on the fat man's body, the gate of the manor suddenly roared like a frying pan, and the commandos who had been slowly surrounding him ran to Roque's side like crazy.

There are so many people who are not afraid of death!

Henry didn't hesitate, picked up the fat man's tuxedo to wrap the fat man's head, pulled out a pistol and put it against Locke's face, and shot it at the fat man's head.

Bang!

Roc could feel the scorching heat of the bullet flying out of the chamber of the gun, and then the fat man beneath him went limp like a deflated ball.

More gunshots rang out, and the other tuxedo and the coachman were shot and killed, and in this case, no one wanted to catch them alive, and the dead man would certainly not be able to cause chaos if the situation was brought under control first.

"Stop shooting, stop shooting!" Henry was still posing with a gun, but Roque didn't dare to be careless, and took out his gun to guard in place.

"Get in, get in!" Roque warned the big people crowded at the gate of the manor, there are so many people who don't shoot to death and love to watch the excitement!

There's another guy who doesn't know where he's hiding.

"Stop, or I'll shoot!" On the edge of the square was Anton's voice, followed by several rapid gunshots.

Finally stopped.

At this time, Roque felt a hot pain under his ribs, and wiped his backhand, which was bloodstained.

Sure enough, he was still injured.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The guests, who had just quacked like frightened ducks, gathered at the gate of the manor and applauded as if they had just finished enjoying a perfect opera.

Henry is like an actor on the curtain call, touching his chest with one hand and bowing slightly, his posture is really personable.

"Locke, you're hurt." Li De took the bandage and helped Roque take off his tuxedo and vest, and wanted to bandage Roque's wounds.

"Slow down, don't rush." Roque took off his tuxedo, but he didn't let Li De bandage the wound, of course it was going to sell miserably at this time, the blood stains were not obvious on the black tuxedo, and it was still very shocking on the white shirt, and Roque had just taken off his vest when he heard someone exclaim at the gate of the manor.

Well, it seems to be Ada.

"Oh, Locke, you're wounded, you can't die!" Henry played on his body, hugged Roque and cried out.

"If you don't let me go, I'm going to be squeezed to death by you." Roque didn't dare to speak up, Henry's drama must have done it on purpose.

"Good job, boys!" August Russell finally appeared, and the fat on his face was full of joy, all of which were credited, don't think that only Roque and Henry have the credit, and Auguste Russell, the chief of police, also has the most credit.

"Mr. Director, please don't come closer, that person has explosives on his body." Roque's standing posture is still standard, even if the wound on his waist is still oozing blood, and the blood stains on his white shirt are gradually magnifying, anyone who looks at it knows that this is a strong and fearless warrior.

August Russell was taken aback by the word "explosives", but as the chief of police, Auguste Russell also had a good psychological quality, at least he would not admit it in front of the big people at the gate of the manor.

After hearing Roque's reminder, August Russell glanced at Henry, and Henry immediately commanded several commandos to carry the fat man away on the ground.

Well, there's another passer-by next to the fat man, B-

Oh, and the coachman—

Yes, maybe there is a passerby who didn't get the camera at all-

When all the bodies have been cleaned up, the real big man finally comes forward.

"Well done, August, hear that your men have stopped a serious attack, applaud our valiant lads." It was Alfred Milner, the real big man, the Governor of the Cape Colony, the High Commissioner to South Africa appointed by the Queen herself, and the Second Boer War, who was behind the scenes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The applause rang out again, but Roque just wanted to say MMP.

Lao Tzu is still bleeding, can't he say a word to comfort the wounded?

Roque's heart roared wildly.