Volume 13, Chapter 41

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Walking side by side with Madam Speaker in the narrow corridor, talking about the assassination of the president this time.

The speaker suddenly sneered: "The people have always been the most easily fooled, and there were xenophobic riots in the East Rand district, Alexandria and the city center of Johannesburg last night, which has killed thirty foreigners...... South Africa's national image is again being questioned by the world media, and all the efforts we have made for the World Cup have been in vain. ”

Of course, Zhao Daxi also understands that the senior officials of the police department under the Ministry of the Interior, from Minister Yang Su down to the minister, are under investigation, and the police stations in various places are basically in a state of disorganization and paralysis, and South Africa is a country where guns are rampant, and once the police system is paralyzed, there will definitely be a big mess, and violent incidents will really be rampant and human lives will really be like a mustard.

Zhao Daxi was silent for a while before asking in a deep voice, "How is Su Su?" ”

The Speaker's face suddenly showed a smile, and she grinned again: "Don't you know who you killed, Zhao, you killed the most notorious head of the operational department in the history of the Intelligence Bureau, the head of the Southern Branch of the Intelligence Bureau, Njkarimi, this person has a nickname called the Cape Town Butcher, the famous Cape Town Butcher was killed by your own hands, who else dares to go to Yang's trouble, she is safe now." ”

Zhao Daxi naturally sniffed the smell, and asked suspiciously: "How could someone from the Southern Branch of the Intelligence Bureau appear in Johannesburg?" ”

At this time, Madam Speaker was reckless at him, and sneered: "I have the same doubts as you, and I also want to know when South Africa began to become a Nazi country in charge of the intelligence service." ”

Zhao Daxi looked at the expression on her face, and knew that this black aunt was now like a dead heart, and she no longer had any hope for those bureaucrats in the presidential palace, and even used such harsh words as the Nazi state. Zhao Daxi suddenly wanted to laugh three times at this time to express his happiness, which is called between a gain and a loss, God is still very fair, although he got to come to the Zimbabwean embassy for refuge, but at the same time received such strong reinforcement as the Speaker of the Parliament, the situation was reversed in an instant, and he had at least a ninety percent chance of winning in this power struggle.

The two chatted for a while, and Speaker Mbet finally showed the majesty of the speaker: "In two hours, I will personally accompany Mr. Mandela and Yang to the northern base to mobilize the new military and police forces, before tonight, the Ministry of Home Affairs must take over the situation in Johannesburg, the riots must be stopped immediately, the intelligence bureau must immediately hand over the stolen power, Zhao, I can assure you that before tonight, you can walk out of here with dignity"

Zhao Daxi couldn't help but whistle lightly, since the speaker even invited Mr. Mandela, the father of the South African nation, to go out of the mountain to support the Minister of the Interior Yang Su, of course the 20,000-strong military and police force knew who to listen to, with Mr. Mandela's support, not to mention that the one in front was just a small vice president, even if it was his biological parents, the armored vehicles of the new army would probably crush him without hesitation.

At the same time, he was ecstatic in his heart and had such a big gain, which he had never expected in advance, and with Mr. Mandela's support, Yang Su's political path in the future would be much smoother. All the way to the door of the embassy, after shaking hands, the black aunt suddenly had a gentle expression on her face.

said to Zhao Daxi's inexplicable soft words: "Zhao, thank you, thank you very much." ”

Zhao Daxi looked at Ms. Mbet's unusual intimate behavior, and suddenly he was also confused, and he doubted that this black woman would not have taken a fancy to him, and he instantly had goosebumps. Fortunately, Ms. Mbert just kindly pinched the back of his hand a few times, and hurriedly got into the car and left.

Looking back, Xiao Feng and Ji Lin were also dumbfounded.

Xiao Feng watched the Speaker's car drive away, and then asked suspiciously: "What do you mean, Brother Zhao, why do I think Speaker Mbet treats you well...... It's kind of that, what's the point? ”

Zhao Daxi had goosebumps all over his body, and he unconsciously shivered in broad daylight, and the piece of meat on the back of his hand that had been pinched by the black aunt itched.

Ji Lin was already covering her mouth and snickering: "Congratulations, heh, in fact, the Speaker's wife is quite beautiful except for her slightly plump figure." ”

Zhao Daxi snorted a few more times in a row, and he really couldn't cry or laugh, if the bucket waist of Mrs. Speaker is still slightly plump, and the big black face is still beautiful, there are all beauties in the sky. Of course, he would not be so stupid as to think that the speaker really took a fancy to him, and after a little thought, he knew that there must be something else hidden in this matter.

At noon, the embassy.

Assange led the people sneaking into the embassy and bringing the latest news, and in the confusion, this person was particularly excited, spread out a large number of photos on the table and explained that the riots had been complained about in more than 200 cities, and the Minister of the Interior, Yang Su, had arrived at the northern base accompanied by His Excellency the Speaker of the House and Mr. Mandela, and was trying to contact the police chiefs of the city sub-bureaus by telephone to give direct orders, and send riot troops to the streets to maintain order.

The 20,000 military and police stationed at the northern base are on their way to major cities, and a force of 3,000 troops is expected to march into Johannesburg this evening.

Assange's mouth was dry, and he suddenly smiled mysteriously: "Boss, guess who you killed?" ”

Zhao Daxi looked at the photo on the table, and asked suspiciously: "Isn't it the head of the Southern Branch of the Intelligence Bureau?" ”

Assange suddenly became excited and excited: "It's far more than that, the person you killed is called Njkarimi, I know this person, one of the most murderous chiefs of the South African Intelligence Service...... This person was a small leader of the intelligence bureau of the autonomous province when he was young, and in just a dozen years, he climbed to the position of the head of the southern sub-bureau, oh, the assassination of Mr. Mandela, which was once a sensation, was investigated by this person. ”

Xiao Feng also heard a little taste, and asked suspiciously: "The autonomous province is not the territory of the Levante family, this person is the confidant of the Duke?" ”

Zhao Daxi understood more, this person was not only a person of the Duke, but also investigated the assassination of Mr. Mandela, if he remembered correctly, the husband of the Speaker Madam died in that assassination. It suddenly dawned in his heart that it was no wonder that Madam Speaker would suddenly show such affection to him, maybe he inadvertently fired a few shots and killed someone, and avenged the murder of Speaker Mbet.

Sure enough, Assange couldn't hide his excitement, and pulled out several top-secret documents from his briefcase and put them on the table.

He explained excitedly: "Boss, this is the record of the classified archives of the National Intelligence Agency, in fact, there have always been people in the Intelligence Bureau who suspect that the real murderer of the assassination case back then is likely to come from within the Intelligence Bureau, judging from these materials...... Boss, do you know who you killed, it is likely that the real murderer of Mr. Mandela was assassinated in 1998. ”

Xiao Feng had already heard a pat on his thigh and sighed: "Brother Zhao is wise, no wonder Speaker Mbet leans towards us and is so affectionate to you...... Brother Zhao, you are really clever, it turns out that the black girl is not in love with you, she is so affectionate to you because you avenged her husband for murder"

Assange also excitedly agreed: "That's pretty much the case, I'm sure that the Njkarimi you killed is inseparable from the assassination case back then." ”

Zhao Daxi had already heard that his scalp was numb, and he silently thought in his heart the blessing of Grandpa Hades, this time it was really a big luck again, judging from the reaction of the Speaker Lady, it is a fact. At the same time, he scolded the Duke in his heart, an old and immortal scumbag, and this time the riot was inseparable from him, and finally knew who was hiding behind the ancestral President Ma and planning everything, a very powerful and shrewd opponent, Lord Duke, Mr. Levante, the deputy speaker.

The Duke was also very thoughtful, but he didn't expect that his confidant who thought he was foolproof would be shot to death by Zhao Daxi in anger, and he didn't know how powerful Assange was a hacker master, who was able to sneak into the intelligence bureau and steal the secret files that had been sealed for many years, and a little analysis revealed his old bottom.

After a period of silence in the room, Ji Lin suddenly suddenly exclaimed: "Yesterday, those people from the Intelligence Bureau insisted on searching our house, but it was actually ......"

Xiao Feng's face also changed, and he was startled: "Putting a bomb in the name of searching?" ”

Ji Lin's face also turned pale, and his voice trembled: "It is very likely that our house is heavily guarded, there are bulletproof glass, and there are snipers in the dark, and they feel that the strong attack is not very graspable, so they ......"

Zhao Daxi's face changed slightly, and he smiled quickly and happily, and suddenly admired Lord Duke in his heart, the serial poison scheme was really ruthless, and he was actually secretly killing his wife. Forcing Yang Su to make a fool of himself and immediately make a decision to kill him, knowing that Xiao Feng and these people are too good to attack and hopeless, he came up with a plan to search his wife's house and install a bomb, which is quite a bit of an old man.

No matter how he calculated, he didn't expect that Boss Zhao didn't play cards according to common sense, and he was so ruthless that he shot his most relied on henchman indiscriminately, making the whole plan completely fail. In a hurry, it may not be easy to find such a ruthless and loyal senior intelligence bureau official.

Xiao Feng and several of his subordinates also looked at each other for a long time, and after a while, they hurriedly grabbed the phone and called home, asking people to check if there were any bombs in the house.

Ji Lin's face was also pale, and he grabbed the phone and called Yang Su, and said in a trembling voice: "Sister Su, don't go home...... Don't go home for a few days, let's find another house to live in. ”

Zhao Daxi naturally didn't panic at all, the days of licking blood on the knife edge had passed for a long time, his nature was difficult to change, and he was even a little excited, and he suddenly had an impulse in his heart If he took advantage of the chaos outside now, let Xiao Feng lead a few people to take advantage of the chaos to become the duke, it would be a hundred. The idea was quickly rejected, and with the shrewdness of the Duke, I am afraid that the man would have long since ceased to be in Johannesburg, and there was no way to start it.

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