The two-legged one definitely can't outrun the four-legged one, and Roque originally wanted to take down the robber with a handsome flying pounce, but considering the new clothes on his body, Roque still used the simple way.

Just as the two-wheeled carriage had just caught up with the robbers, Roque stood on the carriage and flew out with a kick that directly kicked the running robbers away.

This kick was a little hard, the robbers who were running wildly did not pay attention to the approaching carriage, after all, it is impossible for the police to hire a carriage to catch the thief, under normal circumstances, if it is not caught red-handed, this case will become a headless unsolved case, the police can't solve the case at all, let alone a small robbery case, even if it is a more serious homicide case, the police can't solve the murder case.

Yes, the efficiency of the police is so low these days, Roque doesn't know what the police solving rate is in these years, but it must be below ten percent, that is, for every ten cases, only one can be closed, and the rest are piled up in the archives in the file.

The Cape Town Police Department's archives room has three rooms, and there is a mountain of unsolved cases, filling a cabinet with an index alone.

The unsuspecting robber was kicked into the air, his body like a bison hit by a train, slammed into the stone wall by the side of the road, and then collapsed to the ground along the stone wall.

Roque jumped out of the car to inspect the robber, who had fallen into a deep coma, and then picked up the robber's women's handbag and gently flicked off the dust on it.

"Thank you, officer." The girl finally caught up breathlessly, she was wearing a white veil on her head, a long white dress with a complicated style, and the gloves on her hands directly put the whole arm together, although the girl was not wearing jewelry, but she could still see that this should be a young lady, but I don't know why there was no entourage around.

Don't get me wrong, the "young lady" here is the kind of young lady from a big family, not a laughing wild warbler in the red light district.

"You're welcome, this is what I should do, it's a pleasure to serve you, I hope you can go to the police station to make a record in due course." Roque speaks appropriately, no matter who the other party is, as long as it does not offend Roque, Roque will give due respect.

"I'm free right now—he's not going to die, is he?" There seemed to be stars twinkling in the girl's eyes, if it was an ordinary policeman, the girl might not be so cooperative, but in the face of a gentleman who had just helped her and was well-dressed, the girls would always subconsciously lower the bottom line.

"No, it's just a coma, he deserves it." Roque had no mercy for the criminals, and even in Roque's opinion, all crimes should be punished in the most severe way, and Roque did not like the British, but was very favorable to the British in this regard.

Of course, Roque is in favor of the attitude of the British towards crime in this era, in Cape Town, the British are never soft on crime, even if it is just theft, the British will throw criminals to Robben Island, whether they have the ability to live to the end of the sentence depends on the creation, which is very different from the British in the 21st century.

Britain in the 21st Century –

Not to mention it, Roque only knew two place names in his previous life, one was called Telford and the other was Rotherham, but Roque believed that the so-called "devil's cave" in Britain was definitely more than these two, and these two were only notorious because they were discovered.

Since the girl was willing to go to the police station to take notes, Roque asked the girl to sit in the carriage, threw the robber who was still unconscious on the luggage rack behind the carriage, and then sat next to the girl.

"Mr. Policeman, are you a Roman?" The girl was very curious about Roque, and many whites were also black-haired, mostly of Roman descent.

Compared with ordinary Orientals, Roque's face is more three-dimensional, which is the so-called "sculptural sense", perhaps because of this, the girl thinks that Roque is a descendant of Rome.

"No, I'm Chinese." Luo Ke said righteously, Rome has already perished, and it is better for me to be in the Qing Dynasty, there is nothing worth pretending.

"Then you must be a nobleman!" The girl was categorical and didn't accept Roque's other statements, she shouldn't have thought that if she was a nobleman, how could she be a police officer in a police station.

This explanation is normal, the general impression is that the nobles should receive a higher level of education, meticulous personal manners, good manners, and compassion for the weak, in short, the nobles meet all the definitions of a girl for Prince Charming.

In this regard, Roque just smiled and did not explain, although Roque was born in a civilian family, but if it is measured by the standards of this era, then Roque can really be classified as a nobleman.

The reason is very simple, the universities of the 21st century, in terms of rank, are similar to the Guozijian of the Qing State, and the Guozijian of the Qing State cultivates all preparatory officials, and after graduation, they are official bodies, and they are a proper privileged class.

Coming to the police station, Roque arranged for someone to throw the robber who was still unconscious into the cell, and then arranged for someone to take the girl to take the record, and was just about to leave the police station, just when he ran into Henry, who was about to get off work.

"Locke?" Henry seemed to have slept in the office all morning, he didn't know what was pressed on his face, he was pressed out of a strange figure, and his hair was a little scattered, of course Henry didn't notice this, Henry looked at the well-dressed Roque dumbfounded, obviously he didn't expect Roque to be so "right" in a formal suit.

"Isn't it a day off?" Roque was curious, Henry had never been a hard worker, not to mention rest days, and Henry was also habitually late and early on weekdays.

"Locke, you can wear a gown—no, I mean, you can wear a gown—no, I actually mean to say, you do—" Henry was incoherent, not knowing what he was trying to say to Roque.

"What do you want to say? It's off-duty time, isn't it normal for me to dress like this? "Roque doesn't dwell on this issue, he doesn't care about it, you don't care what I wear when I get off work, as long as I don't run naked on the street.

"It's normal—" Henry hadn't figured it out yet, so he put his hat in his armpit, scratched his head vigorously, and his hair suddenly became even more messy: "The governor is going to hold a dinner party in a few days, and the inspector called me to come and let our commando team be responsible for the security of the dinner, I have a headache, you are here just in time, you go and find a way." ”

The Governor's Dinner!

No wonder Henry slept in the office, and the police certainly couldn't show up at the dinner party held by the governor, which would affect the mood of the big people who went to the banquet.

But security personnel are indispensable, and in these troubled times, no one can guarantee that there will be rebels in Cape Town, and Henry is just worrying about this.

Now the problem is solved.