It has only been 10 years since the Federal Government of Southern Africa was formed, and it is far from class solidification.

Class solidification itself is also a false proposition, and those who talk about it are either selling anxiety or making excuses for their own failures.

In Southern Africa, as long as the public education system does not collapse, as long as the upward path for ordinary people does not close, then there can be no talk of class solidification.

To put it mildly, as long as there are still people who can achieve class jump, then the class is not solidified, and the adult society is so cruel, don't blame the society if you don't mix it up, find the reason from yourself.

For ordinary farmers, Tiger and Tom can be regarded as successful people, but they are not satisfied, even Roque is strict with his children, and they have no reason to relax, just like the famous joke, people who are better than you work harder than you, and if you can't catch up with the times, you will be abandoned by the times.

The convoy sped all the way back to Los Angeles No. 1 Middle School.

Watching the yellow school bus drive through the gate, Tiger and Tom were relieved.

"What just happened?" Tiger approached Harrison, who was sitting in the first car, and asked Harrison, the captain of the guard that Zach had arranged for Gavin's side.

"I don't know, it looks like there was a car accident, let's wait for the report from the police station." Harrison also didn't know that their job as guards was to keep the students safe, and no matter what happened, it was the right thing to do to protect the school bus from leaving the scene quickly.

If someone tries to block the armored car that Roque is riding, then if he can't get around, the biggest possibility is that he will be directly knocked into the air, and Roque will not get out of the car at all.

God knows if someone will shoot Roque directly when he gets out of the car.

Even if there was only a 1 in 10,000 chance, Roque's guards wouldn't let Roque take the risk.

"Would you like a drink, it was really terrible just now, I really thought someone was attacking." Tiger was completely relaxed, and the guards had a temporary rest point next to L.A. 1 Middle School, which only served drinks that did not include alcohol.

"No, be careful during working hours, if you want to have a drink, go back after work." Harrison refuses, Tiger is a security guard hired by Ada from the Umbrella Company, and Harrison is an official agent in Brad's office, and their identities are different.

"Ha, you Brad agents are boring." Tiger was helpless, he actually just suggested a beer, and Tiger wouldn't touch it during work.

"The report came out, a boring car accident, the driver drank and didn't control the speed, this guy is going to be unlucky." Roya's bodyguard, Anne, walked into the makeshift rest spot and went to the small bar to make coffee.

"Hey, Annie, Roya and Arthur won't be in class tomorrow, do you want to go to a movie together?" Tom is Anne's suitor, and whenever he gets the chance, Tom sends out invitations to Anne.

"No, no." Anne refused, she took her coffee and sat down on a chair next to the window, which had a clear view of the gate of Los Angeles No. 1 High School.

Anne is qualified to serve as Roya's bodyguard, and in addition to her outstanding skills, her personal conditions are also excellent, especially the two thrilling long legs.

"Seriously, you have to think about yourself every day except for work, right?" Tom is not discouraged and sees it as a challenging job.

"I'm sorry Tom, I've told you so many times that you're not my type." Annie was welcome, and before Tom could speak, Tiger and Harrison, who had been silent all the time, were talking almost at the same time.

"A bunch of unsympathetic guys." Tom was dissatisfied, and the two captains not only did not help, but looked at the jokes, and did not look like leaders.

"Tom, what you need is not sympathy at all, but Annie's more direct refusal-" Tiger is welcome, stalking also has to be divided.

"Annie, why don't you let him die completely, we have a lot of wonderful young men in the Secret Service, do you want me to introduce you to one?" Harrison's fertile water does not flow into the fields of outsiders, and such excellent conditions as Anne are best digested internally.

"Come on, my working hours are unstable enough, if the other half is also doing our business, then who will take the children in the future?" Anne was realistic, holding a coffee and looking at a middle-aged man across the street with sharp eyes: "The guy in the trench coat across the street feels a little problematic." ”

Tiger and Harrison got up at the same time and looked at the middle-aged man Anne had said, Tiger was unsure, "What's the problem?" ”

"I don't know, I can't say it, I just feel like there's a problem." Anne isn't sure either, it's damn sixth sense again, and women are said to be very sharp in this regard.

"Tom, bring that guy back and ask." Tiger doesn't miss a single potential danger.

"Yes—" Tom took the order lazily, put on his coat and went straight out.

The middle-aged man didn't look well, he was wearing a windbreaker that is common in winter, and he had been wandering the street across the street, constantly looking at the gate of Los Angeles No. 1 Middle School, and muttering words in his mouth.

Tom got closer, and heard the middle-aged man muttering something like "damn it" and "bastard".

"Sir, please show me your ID—" Tom immediately raised his vigilance, looking a little out of his nerve in the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man glanced at Tom, turned around and left without saying a word.

"Hey, stop, show your ID—" Tom raised his voice as he gestured to the makeshift rest site for support.

Tiger and Harrison, who had been keeping an eye on the side, rushed out of the makeshift rest site at about the same time, and two security guards rushed out with shotguns.

Seeing Tiger and Harrison rushing over, Tom was greatly emboldened, took two steps to chase after the middle-aged man, and directly reached out to pull the middle-aged man.

At the moment when Tom's hand just touched the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man suddenly turned around and threw himself at Tom.

At this time, Tom noticed that the middle-aged man was holding a dagger with a blade of more than 20 centimeters in his hand, and the dagger was stabbing Tom in the abdomen.

The two were so close together that Tom had only time to turn to his side and dodge the dagger that stabbed at him.

The dagger grazed Tom's body, and Tom could almost feel the chill as the dagger sliced through his coat.

At the moment of crisis, Tom still received strict training after all, and before the middle-aged man had time to withdraw his arm, he was grabbed by Tom's arm and clamped his head, and then the whole person was wheeled by Tom and fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man didn't say a word, and was directly knocked out.

Tom only felt a tingling pain under his ribs at this time, and it was estimated that the dagger had cut through the skin just now.

However, there was no time to deal with the injury under the ribs, so Tom pressed the middle-aged man to the ground and controlled the middle-aged man's hands.

Tiger and Harrison finally rushed over, wrenched the dagger out of the middle-aged man's hand, and then handcuffed the middle-aged man, so that Tom had time to examine the injury under his ribs.

"Damn, you're hurt, Annie—come here—" Tiger called to Annie, blood staining a large chunk of Tom's shirt red, still seeping out.

Anne had just gone straight to the drive, and when she heard Tiger's call, Anne came over with a medicine box and tore Tom's shirt open.

"Wow, you've won the lottery, but it's not a big problem, it's just a small trouble, if you don't dislike my rough technique, I can stitch it right now-" Anne said in a relaxed tone, and it seemed that it was really no big problem.

"I hate it! Get me to the hospital, who knows if there's anything wrong with this guy's dagger, I feel like I'm going to die-" Tom howled and Anne looked disgusted.

"Tom, I have to say, Anne doesn't like you for a reason." Tiger shook his head and sighed, it seemed that Anne's sixth sense was indeed very keen, and she could see through Tom's weak nature at a glance.

"Damn, can you still have some sympathy? I'm hurt! "Tom couldn't believe it, that's how these guys treat the wounded?

It's just inhuman!

"Yes, yes, you're injured, congratulations, you'll get a contribution medal, but I have a question, why did you get close to him just now, isn't it good to control him from afar?" Harrison doesn't look down on the level of these mercenaries of the Umbrella Company, these mercenaries can fight, and security is really not their strong point.

"I didn't know this guy had a dagger in his hand—" Tom grinned, and even though Tom shouted to go to the hospital, Anne treated Tom's wound briefly.

In fact, although the wound looks quite long and full of ten centimeters, and the rapid bleeding is terrifying, but in fact, the depth of the wound is not deep, not even one centimeter, Anne didn't brag just now, simple suturing is still possible.

In fact, Anne does not need to be sutured, and neither is Tiger and Harrison, they have both been trained in this area, and only if they have excellent overall performance can they have the opportunity to work next to Arthur and Gavin.

"You're lucky, if this guy has explosives strapped to him—tsk—" Annie sneered, pouring alcohol directly on Tom's wound.

Tom snorted, rolled his eyes and looked like he was about to faint.

Anne laughed, dismissive of Tom's performance.

The police finally arrived late and threw the middle-aged man directly into the police car and took him away, regardless of whether the middle-aged man had mental problems or not, he would be severely punished.

In southern Africa, mental illness is not an excuse for escaping legal responsibility, and even if it is truly mentally ill, there is punishment for committing a crime, and in most cases it is a maximum punishment.

For example, for those crimes such as three to seven years, a normal person may be three years, but a mentally ill person must be seven years, because the mentally ill person has a greater chance of committing a crime and is more dangerous.

Actions similar to those of middle-aged people are at least subject to murder-level charges, which are serious crimes in southern Africa and can be punishable by life imprisonment regardless of whether the murder has serious consequences.

For the mentally ill, it is almost certainly life imprisonment.