Life is so wonderful, yesterday, the guerrillas who were still chasing by the police rushed to the wolves, and today, the police were jumped by the regular army.

The regular army is also a man and two horses, and it is not easy to get rid of them.

But who let Roque just get played by Louis Botha yesterday, and if he suffers a loss, he will have to accept a lesson, and if he doesn't accept a lesson, it will be a mallet.

Roque was certainly not a mallet, and as he ran, Roque found that there was also a valley on the side of the road-

An hour later, the scene was similar to yesterday, with the police on one side of the valley and the cavalry of the regular army on the other side.

It was only then that Roque realized the mood of Louis Botha yesterday.

Pretty good.

"Thanks, no need to send it-" Before leaving, Roque hadn't forgotten to provoke.

There are more regular soldiers than police gentlemen, and scolding is certainly indispensable, but no one shoots black guns.

——

After eating and sleeping all the way back to Johannesburg, Henry's father was indeed in office.

It was at this time that Roque learned that Henry's father was named Philip.

Philippe Matilda.

The new mayor's temporary residence is located on the outskirts of Johannesburg and was originally the mansion of Cecil Rhodes Jr., where Philip Matilda lived until the city hall and official residence were built.

It should be emphasized that the city hall and the mayor's residence, which have been selected but have not yet been built, are not far from the police station, and it seems that the area around it will become a noble residential area in Johannesburg in the future.

At the same time as the construction of the city hall and the mayor's official residence, Cristian has begun to build a mansion on a large scale near the police station.

Johannesburg is surrounded by gold mines, luxury homes are built without worrying about not being able to sell, and there is no need to worry about security issues near the police station, as long as the supporting facilities are done, this money is not too easy to make.

On the afternoon of Roque's return to Johannesburg, he went to visit Philippe Matilda.

"Director Locke?" It was a young man who came forward to receive Roque, and his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Henry's, and Roque's favor instantly increased.

"Yes, I'm Locke, and it's nice to meet you." Roque reached out.

"Hello Locke, I'm Henry's brother Owen, it's a pleasure to meet you, Henry mentions you many times, and in his mouth you can do anything." Owen was very enthusiastic and hit it off with Roque.

"It's not that exaggerated, I just did what I was supposed to do." Roque was humble and could sense Owen's kindness.

"Come in, Mr. Mayor is waiting for you in the study." Owen was a little embarrassed when he said "Mr. Mayor", and probably hadn't adapted yet.

"Thanks—" Roque thanked him again and followed Owen up the second floor.

Philippe Matilda is about fifty years old, he is emaciated, but burly, and when he stands up, he gives a strong sense of oppression.

Probably because of his perennial office work, Philippe Matilda was a bit serious, his hair didn't look as bearded, he wore a pair of rimless glasses, and he looked polite, but from his sharp gaze, he could feel that he was not a very easy person to get along with.

Of course, this didn't have much impact on Roque, and with Roque's relationship with Henry, Philip Matilda shouldn't have given Roque small shoes.

"Hello, Director Locke." Roque entered the door, and Philippe Matilda took the initiative to stand up and shake Roque's hand.

"Mayor, I'm sorry, but I just returned to Johannesburg for work." Roque apologized first, and the relationship was good, and the rules could not be messed up.

"No need to apologize, you did a good job, I already know, you annihilated two guerrillas this time, killed Quentin Summerfield, the Governor's Mansion will give you a commendation order, maybe you don't know, including the expeditionary force, this is the first time we have eliminated the Boer guerrillas in a formation, and it is two at once, very good!" Philip Matilda gushed, although this matter has nothing to do with Philippe Matilda, but this is also Philip Matilda's political achievement.

To put it mildly, Philippe Matilda came all the way from England to the Transvaal for political success, otherwise Philip Matilda would not have given up his peaceful life in London.

"Tell me how you did that—" Philippe Matilda asked Roque to sit down on the couch opposite.

Owen sat down on the sofa next to Roque very unimpressively, and crossed his legs!

Philippe Matilda glanced at it seemingly casually.

Owen immediately raised his hands to admit his mistake, and got up to pour the tea.

Philippe Matilda looked at Roque again, and a very professional smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Roque straightened his back immediately.

"I got word for Quentin Summerfield on September 10th, and I set off with the team that night — thank you Owen — and after Krugersdorp went into the air, I accidentally found Quentin Summerfield and Louis Botha together—" Roque recounted.

"Wait, Louis Botha, you mean Louis Botha?" Philippe Matilda interrupts Roque's narration.

"Yes, Louis Botha!" Roque was very sure.

Philippe Matilda sat up straight and made a "continue" gesture.

"We pursued Louis Botha for three days and three nights, from Krugersdorp to Cape territory, where we engaged in a skirmish with Louis Botha's partisans, killing Quentin Summerfield in the battle, and then we encountered a cavalry unit—" Roque was still a little distracted.

Before Philippe Matilda could speak, Owen, who was fascinated, interjected: "What happened later? ”

This time Philip Matilda glared at Owen viciously.

Owen looked at Roque without squinting, pretending not to see.

"No later, we're the Johannesburg Police, and we don't have enforcement powers in the Cape, so — I don't want to make trouble, at least we can be sure that Louis Botha is now far from the Transvaal." Roque doesn't have a baronial father, so it's better to be careful.

"What a pity!" Owen sighed.

"Good job Director, beyond my imagination, but we can't rest yet, the law and order situation in Johannesburg is very serious, so please leave this to you." Philippe Matilda did not grant Roque a long vacation as Roque had imagined.

This is also normal, the mayor has to stay up late to work, and you still want to take a vacation?

I don't want to do it anymore!

"Yes, Mr. Mayor, I will do my duty." Roque also did not give promises, and the law and order situation in Johannesburg should not be improved until the peace agreement was settled.

Bidding farewell to Philip Matilda, Roque went out accompanied by Owen, and as soon as he arrived at the door, a cheer of surprise came from behind him: "Locke! ”

It's Phyllis.

Roque immediately smiled.

"Locke, when did you come back?" Phyllis, dressed in a puffy dress, floated like a cloud in front of Roque.

Roque almost burst out laughing.

"Isn't it funny?" Phyllis's face immediately turned cold.

"No, no, it's beautiful, I've never seen you wear it like this." Roque immediately changed his words, and his desire to survive was also quite strong.

Phyllis immediately forgot why she was angry just now, and turned around in front of Roque: "Pretty, right?" ”

Do you have such a question?

What else could Roque say, he could only nod his head again and again: "Mmmm, it's indeed beautiful!" ”

To add to the persuasiveness, Roque also asked Owen for advice: "Huh? ”

Owen didn't speak, hugged his arm and pinched his chin, looked at Roque, and then at Phyllis, his expression was a little playful.

"See what?" Phyllis didn't save face at all with Owen, just like she did with Henry.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, it's really beautiful." Owen woke up like a dream.

Roque immediately understood why Phyllis was sometimes gentle as water, sometimes innocent and lively.

Gentle as water?

That must be an illusion.

"Goodbye Owen, goodbye Phyllis—" Roque said goodbye as normal was due.

"Goodbye Locke—" Owen waved, everything was normal.

"Wait for me Locke—" Phyllis caught up with Roque as she grabbed the corner of her skirt.

"What's wrong?" Roque was surprised.

"I'm suffocating at home, I'm going to go to the police station with you." Phyllis doesn't seem to like the family very much.

Also, otherwise Phyllis would not have escaped to Cape Town.

"Hey, Phyllis, come back, Father will be angry." Owen had to intervene.

"I don't, I'm a police officer, so I'm going to work at the police station." Phyllis was eloquent, she seemed to be a police officer.

In the weaving!

"No, Phyllis, you can't be willful anymore." Owen insisted that he must know his sister's character, and that Owen would not let Phyllis go with Roque until he was sure of something.

"Phyllis, go back, and I'll have someone bring you something funny." Roque didn't create a conflict between Owen and Phyllis, and Owen immediately gave Roque a grateful look.

Phyllis was delighted.

"Really? What's the fun stuff? Probably because Phyllis and Roque were too familiar, so Phyllis's hand unconsciously took Roque's arm.

Before Roque could reply, he heard a loud shout from the side.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Roark turned back.

It was a strong man with the same eyebrows and eyes that were three points similar to Henry, his figure was very burly, probably taller than Roque's height, of course, his expression was very unfriendly now, he glared at Roque, clenched his fists tightly, and strode towards Roque.

"Arnold, don't-" Owen offered to stand in front of Roque and spread his arms.

"Locke, you go—" Phyllis pushed Roark in the opposite direction this time.

This action obviously angered Arnold even more, his hair stood on end, like an angry lion, and he pulled Owen away and strode after Roque: "Damn stop! ”

Roque spread his hands, he didn't run at all.

Arnold came up to Roque and punched Roque in the face.

"Stop!" Owen exclaimed.

"Don't!" Phyllis screamed.