"Habit...... You say yes, that is. ”

Van der Vaart has a black line, his parents have died a long time ago, how can he get used to it, is it difficult to resurrect them from the grave and start all over again?

If there was this means of resurrecting from the dead, the upper echelons of the country would have offered Jack as a god a long time ago.

The Rainbow Country can also be said to be extremely magical among the countries of the world, more than 30 years ago the policy of apartheid was still in practice, and later the great men from heaven were committed to reform, but in the end they leaned towards the big bourgeoisie, which has the political party that a modern country should have, but also practiced feudalism in some tribes in the country.

For example, the Zulu people, who make up one-fifth of the country's population, still retain chieftains, and they are the kind that have absolute real power.

It is a model of cooking, but also a remnant of feudalism, an equal representative, and a discriminatory policy against the Boers.

Extremely magical.

"Excuse me." The black Tibetan unceremoniously pushed open the door of the container.

"Squeak." The view in the room is not bad, the windows on both sides of the container are opened, and the sunlight shines through the windows, reflecting the desolation of wasteland punk inside the container.

There were still people in the room, and in front of a pile of old furniture and electrical appliances, two and a half children stared at the black Tibetan people who walked in.

"Who are you?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person." The black Tibetan raised his hands slightly, grinning and revealing his big white teeth, "You two little ones who won't lock the door casually will have to pay the price of carelessness." ”

The two children, one fat and one thin, one tall and one short, one black and one yellow, even people with high myopia in both eyes will not mistake the two.

"Get out!" The slightly chubby child suddenly pulled out a dagger from under the dilapidated furniture, fully demonstrating the courage of a slum child.

"Alger, stop."

Van der Vaart walked in briskly from outside, and the sight of the dagger in Chubby's hand almost scared his soul away.

Seeing the thin Van der Vaart walk in, Alger put away his dagger, and the little thin blonde man next to him put his hand behind his back in front of him.

"Edwin, that's a wrench, not a weapon...... Occasionally, it can be counted. ”

Edwin had a wrench in his hand, and it looked like he was waiting for an opportunity.

Although the two children are not big, if they cooperate like this, they may really cause casualties.

The Tibetan glanced at Van der Vaart: "These two little ones are more daring than you. ”

"Mr. Jack, you're kidding again." Van der Vaart was extremely glad that he coaxed him, if he hadn't coaxed at that time, he would probably be one of the people who was sunk in the lake.

"Alger, Edwin, this is Mr. Jack, don't be rude." Van der Vaart showed his majesty as an elder.

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old van der Vaart does look a little more 'powerful' than two twelve or thirteen-year-olds.

"Mr. Jack?" Chubby Alger is still vigilant, "Are you here to make a documentary, or is it someone from an international rescue organization?" ”

The status of white and black people is reversed, which is a unique 'landscape' in the world, so many people come to the rainbow country with a curious mind to find out.

"Me? I'm just a doctor. The Tibetan still didn't want to hide his doctor's identity, "Let me see if there's anything wrong with you two little guys." ”

"Mr. Jack...... They were my younger brothers, the kind that were not related by blood. Van der Vaart smiled wryly, looking as embarrassed as he could, "These two guys are very timid, and don't we have more important things to do now?" ”

The more important thing is how to deal with the aftermath, after all, the people in a van were sent to the lake, and four lives were lost.

Even if the Boers were only the most insignificant inhabitants living in the country, even if they called the police, most of them would not be willing to deal with them, but it would be a nuisance.

Those bastards have families too,

"Don't worry, they can't find a clue." The black Tibetan looked indifferent, this was just a small scene for him.

Change your home if it's a big deal!

Van der Vaart kept silent, he didn't know where the black Tibetans got their confidence so sure, could it be that he had a solution?

For example, killing the whole family of several people who sank in the lake, so that you don't have to worry about someone calling the police?

With Jack's perverse and terrifying personality, it is entirely possible to do it!

"Don't do irrational things, if there are a lot of people ...... at once," Van der Vaart said and did not continue, the two and a half children were still watching from the sidelines, and if he said the wrong thing and the two children passed it out, it would be over.

"Oh, where did you think of it?" The Tibetan looked at Van der Vaart in surprise, "I'm just a doctor. ”

After that, the black Tibetan walked around in the container, he picked up the tools one by one, the container is like an evolved version of the garbage can, put those tools that are not too tattered and can be used after washing in the room, which can more or less make life more or less convenient.

There is a small open space between the shipping containers and the food trucks, and the empty space is the real garbage that is piled up and cannot be used at all, at least for them, and can only be bought by reselling it to merchants who specialize in buying it.

There are many people in the slums who are still trying to live tenaciously.

The Tibetan found small scalpels and other utensils in a pile of tools, eighty percent of the new ones, although far less sophisticated than the high-end goods in the research base, but enough for his own use, after all, his degree of control over the body has also increased a lot compared to before.

Even in the wilderness of Africa, he still hasn't forgotten his identity as a doctor, but these things collected can't make up a complete set.

"There's still something in the food truck, maybe there's what you need." Van der Vaart pointed to the dining lane not far away, "I have a small workshop in it. ”

"Oh?" The black Tibetan carried the jingling object and followed Van der Vaart towards the dining car.

"My dream is to be a maintenance worker, an electrical maintenance worker, and although the salary is not high, I can still support myself." As he walked, Van der Vaart talked about his life plan, "Like a TV, a radio, or something, I could have fixed it a long time ago." ”

The black Tibetan was not moved by the simple dream of this Boer boy, but after looking at it, he said: "But don't they all use mobile phones now, what's the use of you repairing these things?" ”

It is true that although the residents of the slums are low-income, the price of some African-specific mobile phones is extremely low, not to mention the recycled N-hand mobile phones, no matter how difficult it is to use, it is not much of a problem to watch movies.

If times hadn't changed, he wouldn't have thought of developing new paths.

The two and a half children watched from a short distance, and the little chubby Alger looked suspicious: "What the hell is Van der Vaart doing?" ”