Two days later, the commandos joined a company of the 3rd West Yorkshire Regiment to encircle the western section of Hairden Street, where all Boers were to be imprisoned in retaliation for the police attack some time earlier.

If given the choice, Roque would definitely not be willing to carry out such a task.

Most of the Boers in the entire region were women and children, who had been in a state of panic since the Expeditionary Force had taken over the city, and were now finally being driven out of their homes by heavily armed police and Expeditionary Force soldiers for an unknown fate.

When he saw those eyes mixed with hatred and fear, Roque deeply realized that the hatred between the British and the Boers would never be resolved, and the Chinese police undoubtedly acted as accomplices of the British in the process, so in other words, the hatred between the Chinese and the Boers could never be resolved.

Comparatively speaking, the vast majority of Chinese and Boer police officers were able to exercise restraint and did not resort to much violence against the Boers.

The soldiers of the 3rd Expeditionary Regiment in West Yorkshire, and the policemen of Indian origin, were so brutal that they did not even allow the women to pack their belongings, so they violently kicked them out of the house, or violently inspected the women's belongings, and in the process, the precious metals carried by the Boer women were naturally confiscated.

Although Roque hated the rebels, he could not bear this kind of behavior either.

Roque couldn't control the soldiers of the 3rd Regiment of West Yorkshire, but Roque could restrain the Boer police, so Roque asked Reid to warn the Indian sheriffs not to go too far.

It didn't make much difference, and it was clear that even the Indian police chiefs didn't think there was anything wrong with that, especially with the soldiers of the 3rd Regiment in West Yorkshire, who were even more brazen.

It's good, Roque didn't talk nonsense this time and went straight to Joe Russell.

"Damn bastard!" Joe Russell didn't like the Boers either, but Joe Russell didn't like Indians bullying whites even more, so Joe Russell angrily called the Indian sheriffs over and scolded them.

"These Indians are so hateful, they are lazy and greedy, and they have a bad smell on them, as long as it is a room where Indians stay, that smell will never go away, so I never allow Indians to enter my office." After driving the Indian sheriffs away, Joe Russell was still angry.

Roque has nothing to say about the smell of Indians, especially in the summer, the smell of Indians can be called a biological weapon, especially the toilets used by Indians -

Anyway, Roque never used the toilets in the police station.

Of course, on this issue, Roque will not cater to Joe Russell, just as Joe Russell is not used to seeing Indians bullying Boers who are also white, Roque is also an Oriental, although Roque does not like Indians either, but Roque does not need to fall into the trap.

Roque didn't say anything, but some people couldn't wait.

"Mr. Inspector, I don't think you're right, you're so disrespectful to these police officers of Indian origin, they accept the employment of the Cape Town Police Department, they have come all the way to the Cape, you can't insult them like that." A guy in a suit defended those big turbans.

"Who are you?" Joe Russell looked at the young man in front of him, and his attitude was not bad.

"My name is Mohandas Karamcand—" The young man's name was quite long.

"I didn't ask you what your name was, why are you here?" Joe Russell doesn't talk nonsense, the military and police are in joint action, idlers are not allowed to enter, and the young man in front of him is not a policeman or a soldier, so he should not have appeared here in the first place.

What's more, this young man seems to be Indian too, because he also has that strange smell on him.

"I'm a lawyer, and I'm commissioned by the city to come here to provide medical care that may be needed." Mohandas was unusually calm, but his words were not very tonal.

A lawyer who provides medical care?

It's a good mix and match.

"What's your name? Full name. Roque was curious, there weren't many people called "Mohandas".

At least not many in the Cape.

"Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi—" It was thunderous.

Oh!!!

Roque was taken aback, Gandhi was actually in the Cape?

Shouldn't he be in India at this time to advocate for the non-violent non-cooperation movement?

Unbeknownst to Roque, Gandhi had actually come to Cape, and in 1891, Gandhi received a law degree from University College London and was admitted to the Bar, when Gandhi returned to India and opened a law firm in Mumbai.

Gandhi's career as a lawyer was not smooth, the first time he fought a lawsuit for someone because of stage fright and smashed the pot, half a year later the law firm closed, Gandhi returned home, in his hometown of Rachkot with the support of his brother and relatives and friends to maintain the lawyer's business, but still did not improve, in 1893, there was a Cape Indian who had a case to deal with, the Indian probably could not find a lawyer in the Cape willing to defend him, so Gandhi came to the Cape without hesitation.

From 1893 to the present, Gandhi has stayed in the Cape, and although his work as a lawyer has not improved, Gandhi has found a different way, not only founding his own political party, but also his own newspaper, Indian Public Opinion.

Of course, the current Gandhi is not the future "Mahatma Gandhi", after the outbreak of the Boer War, Gandhi also stood on the side of his British master without hesitation, organized an Indian ambulance team with 1,100 members, and took the initiative to provide services to the British army on the front line.

This is where lawyers come in to provide medical care.

"I don't care what your name is, you can't stay here without my permission, now, please leave immediately." Joe Russell didn't know who he was facing, so he unceremoniously took out a handkerchief and covered his nose.

In fact, it doesn't stink much, anyway, Gandhi is a man with a modern education, and he has been in London for more than four years.

"Sir, you shouldn't treat me with such an attitude, I'm here to serve you." Gandhi argued.

"But I don't need your services!" Joe Russell frowned, he couldn't get rid of it, how could there be such a brazen person.

"You don't need it, it doesn't mean that others don't need it, you're on a mission, and I'm doing my job." Gan geography is straightforward.

"So be it, Mr. Mohandas—" Roque tried to make a round, and to put it mildly, he was also one of the great men to come.

"Please call me Gandhi—" Gandhi said righteously, looking at Roque with a deep contempt in the depths of his gaze.

I'll go to your uncle's!