Sean still couldn't hold back in the end, he felt that he couldn't wronged himself.

After all, I came to Sarawak to work for the well-being of the people of Sarawak!

Leaning sideways, against the wall, he squeezed past Batinggi Abonzoobdan, and then said with a smile: "So, let's go to the next room in a while to talk, you take a shower first, and you have just drunk a lot of wine."

The corners of O'Budan's mouth twitched uncontrollably, he knew that Sean thought he had just taken off his pants and made it too disgusting.

However, what about politicians, it's better to be called politicians if you want to have a face?

Although it is only an indigenous politician, it is also a heritage.

"It's still Mr. Sean's thoughtfulness, hehe, hehe." As he spoke, Obdan strode towards the bedroom.

Natasha smiled sweetly at Obudan and walked up to undress Obudan with her slender fingers.

Obudan took a step back in fright, he couldn't figure out the relationship between this woman and Sean, or it would be better not to touch it first.

Seeing this, Natasha didn't mind, took two steps back, gave a flying kiss, turned around and walked out.

It wasn't until he confirmed that there was no one in the room that Obudan let out a sigh of relief, and his face became a little gloomy.

I was designed by Sean, but I don't know what that person is going to do.

Thinking that the ugliness of taking off his pants in the living room was exposed, an evil fire rose in his chest.

Cursing, he doesn't dare now, the devil knows if there is a camera installed here.

Thinking of the camera, his face became even more ugly, the way he just shook his hips......

Ahh!!hhhh

Yes, probably not, right?

What is Sean's identity, status, and style......

Sean: Fart, how could I do such a shitty thing as videotaping, that's all done by Armstrong, the intelligence chief!

Armstrong: Yes, yes, what's wrong with the president of the United States, it's the FBI!

Thinking of Sean's style of acting, what is unscrupulous, vicious and vicious in his mind, Obudan's heartbeat is missing half a beat, and he is even more fucking worried!

While thinking, I took off my clothes and walked into the bathroom.

……

On the other side, Sean waited for a while, and Obudan, who had stopped washing, stepped in.

Sean didn't get up, but said with a smile, "Look, take a shower, and immediately feel a lot younger, come sit, come sit."

"Just kidding, Obudan, you won't be angry, will you?"

"No, no, which young lady is very beautiful, as a gentleman, how can she be angry with a beautiful woman." Obudan was very generous.

"I knew it." Sean smiled and quipped, "It's worthy of the Badin family that has been up and down with the Brooke family for more than a hundred years, and it is deeply affected."

Sean suddenly mentioned the Brooke family and made Obdan stunned for a while, and for a moment he fell into a memory, and his face was a little melancholy.

How good it was back then, where is it so intriguing like now.

Although they all had the same dad on top of their heads, he was more comfortable than a bunch of damn Malay natives at the time.

Why, everyone is indigenous!

Since the merger with the Malays, for more than 20 years, the Badingi family has really given up a lot of benefits.

Badin Yi ...... Ah, it is the people of Iban who suffer!

"The decision to abdicate the Brooke family was too hasty." Obudan shook his head and sighed.

"Any contact?" Sean asked with a smile.

"In the beginning, there were very few in recent years, after Charles Wiener Winter Brooke returned to England, the first few years were fine, and then the family's several investments failed, and now Charles Wiener Winter Brooke's son seems to have passed away a few years ago, and his grandson is still alive."

"You also think the Brooke dynasty is good?" Sean asked with a smile.

"Huh?" Obudan was stunned for a moment, glanced Sean up and down, and finally heard the problem, Sean is an American, why did he suddenly mention it

It's a matter of the Rukh dynasty.

It is said that it is a kingdom, but in fact not many people know about it, and when it comes out of Borneo, not many people know about it.

"Mr. Sean knows Sarawak very well." Obudan said meaningfully.

"How could I have come here to meet Mr. Obudan secretly without some preparation." Sean smiled at the corner of his mouth.

The word secret made Obadan very alert, "I wonder if Mr. Sean is here this time?"

"Restore the Brooke dynasty, correct the mistakes of history, and put history back on the right track where it should have been." Sean spoke eloquently.

Obdan stood up abruptly, his expression a little distorted, and he looked at Sean in disbelief, "Wait, what are you talking about? I think I misheard."

"I think you heard me clearly." Sean laughed, "Nothing surprising, the Brooke dynasty has only passed 40 years, isn't it, a lot of that generation is still alive, and they all miss the rule of the Brooke family."

"Am I right, Mr. Batingyi Abonzo Obudan?"

"For example?" Obudan raised an eyebrow.

"Like the Maranos."

"For example, the descendants of the Republic of Lanfang."

"Mr. Sean has seen them?" Obdan's words revealed eagerness.

"I came to Sarawak in secret."

"What does the United States mean?"

"No, that's what I meant!"

Obudan: I see, the meaning of the White House, who doesn't know your relationship with the Bush family!

"Why is the U.S. doing this, Malay-U.S. relations aren't strained, right? What's in it for the United States?" Obudan asked rhetorically.

He has a strong political sensitivity, and what he thinks of is that the United States wants to make a layout in Southeast Asia.

But he couldn't figure out why.

"I said it all, I meant it!" Sean looked serious.

"Okay, Mr. Sean, then, why?" Obudan looked like there were only two people in the room, and you were still hiding what you were doing at this time.

Sean: "......"

What about trust between people?

To be honest, no one believes it!

"You shouldn't ask me why?" Sean smiled and moved his ass to sit down, stretching out his fingers and focusing on Obudan's chest, "You should ask me what is the benefit of doing this to the Badingi family!"

"You don't really think of yourself as a Malay, do you think of yourself as a loyal Malay?" Sean had a sneer on his lips.

Obdan: "......"

Well, the brain didn't turn for a while.

I really don't blame him for this, Sean's methods are too fucking inferior, which makes his first impression that Sean is making it bad, the impression is bad, and the direction of thinking is biased, his mind is full of the United States, it is Sean's conspiracy, where would he think of his own family.

"You are first the patriarch of the Batinghi, the leader of the Iban, then the Malays, and finally the government officials."

"You can understand what I say." Sean's words were unceremonious, and he asked with a sense of lesson.

Obudan took a deep breath and spit it out again, doing it several times in a row before he completely calmed down.

If the Brooke dynasty is restored, then how much good it will be for himself, there is no need for Sean to teach him at all.

40 Young Battingi family in Sarawak, what the future will look like.

That's the real Emperor of the Earth, to say the same.

I am the sky, I am the law!

Of course, there are not so many economic interests, and many of the interests in the land are handed over to the Chinese to help manage, they are like those sultans of the Malay Peninsula, and it is enough to enjoy life.

The reason why they are all handed over to the Chinese is because the Chinese are all over Southeast Asia, all over the world, and have a complete business network, which they absolutely do not have.

But now it's different, after World War II, the world has developed science and technology

communication, communication is more convenient, and the world becomes smaller.

If the dynasty is restored, they will be the Iban Sultans, living a more luxurious life, completely escaping the shackles of the law, as long as the dynasty is still there, as long as the system remains unchanged, it will be for generations.

The poison of feudalism has slowly receded in other places, but it is still deeply rooted in Southeast Asia and Central Asia.

Seeing Obudan's breathing slowly and rapidly and his face gradually reddening, Sean knew that he had figured it out.

Only then did Sean speak again, "The people of Sarawak have the right to decide the future of Sarawak, and not be interfered with by other people, other peoples, other countries."

"National independence, anti-racism, human rights issues, there is no doubt!"

"Yes, Sarawakians, the Iban have the right to feel the lives of their own people, their own country, and not to be exploited by the Malays." Obudan said viciously.

"It was exploited by people from the Malay Peninsula, and there were Malays in Sarawak." Sean emphasized.

"No, no, Mr. Sean, they can be Indonesians, Sarawakians, mud people, they are not Malays!" Obudan emphasized, "You can't force two people of different nationalities together just because they speak a similar language."

"It's immoral, it's not human rights, it's undemocratic!"

Good fellow, Sean looked at Obudan in amazement, okay, you're a democrat!

"Yes, they can vote to decide what race they are, and let people decide their own race, not imposed by the government, it's very democratic and it's American!" Sean said with a laugh.

In terms of the identity information of the United States, you have to fill in the nationality yourself.

This is called democracy!

"The Malays won't agree." After laughing for a while, Obudan's expression became serious again, "In the final analysis, it is still a split country, and Sarawak has no way to resist the Malays in terms of population, economy, and army."

"It doesn't matter, I'll do it!" Sean looked indifferent.

The new Brook Kingdom has the right to hire an umbrella company to help in order to maintain the integrity of its own country.

The Umbrella Company, on the other hand, is willing to help the Brooke Kingdom maintain its rule out of human rights and regional peace concerns.

"Then there's no problem." Obudan thought for a moment and said.

In his heart, if the United States supports it, the world supports it.

He has more faith in the United States than Sean is in the United States.

"This matter is not a trivial matter, and it is inconvenient for our Badingi family to jump out and say something, so ......" Obdan looked at Sean with some embarrassment.

These people want benefits but don't want to take responsibility.

Sean just smiled, "There will be times when the Iban people will need to stand up and speak."

"We'll see." Sean smiled and shook O'Budan's hand gently, then quickly retracted it and rubbed it on the sofa, "Oh yes, Miss Natasha, who just brought Mr. Obudan up, admires you very much."

"Oh haha, it turns out that this beautiful young lady's name is Natasha, what a beautiful name." Obudan laughed, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face.

"Yes, Miss Natasha is still waiting for Mr. Obudan in her room."

"Haven't asked this Miss Natasha yet?" Obdan's mind echoed Natasha's seductive figure and changeable temperament, and he suddenly became a little nervous.

What you can't get is always in turmoil!

"Oh, she's Russian, she's a swallow." Sean said with a smile.

"Oh, it's Russia...... What!" Obudan shook his head, and instantly sobered up, "Swallow? The Soviet Union?"

"Uh-huh." Sean nodded, "It's not flavorful."

Legend has it that Swallow is the most capable female spy, and she likes to use *** clothes to assassinate her target when she sleeps with someone.

No matter how carefully they examined, they had a way to get the murder weapon in.

Some speculate that their murder weapons are hidden

At...... There.

A small pistol can still fit in.

This type of gun is actually quite common, and there are pistols in the United States that are made specifically for children.

The United States not only has children's pistols, but also assault rifles and submachine guns specially designed for children, highlighting democracy, freedom, and human rights.

"Hehe, hehe." Obudan laughed dryly, "This is a gift I prepared for Miss Natasha, it's really that the banquet below is still waiting for me, next time, next time."

As he spoke, Obudan took his watch from his hand and placed it on the table.

You can't give money, giving money is the same as prostitution, it's too disrespectful.

Natasha: I don't mind, I don't mind!

"Well, that's a shame, I think Miss Natasha will be sad." Sean smiled and sent Obdan out the door.

After a while, Natasha walked in, and Sean picked up his watch and threw it over, "This is a gift from Mr. Obudan just now."

「a！」 Natasha didn't mind picking it up and kissing it, "What a generous gentleman."

What's wrong with the swallow, the swallow also wants to live!

Now that the Soviet Union is taking care of itself, they, the swallows wandering outside, of course have to find a nest for themselves to live again.

Drove Natasha away, Sean lay on the bed, not early, too lazy to change places to live, here it is.

It's just a person lying on the bed, and suddenly I can't help but think, I remember that there are many beautiful women in Malay, what are they called......

Thinking, thinking, I fell asleep in a daze.

……

Ahmad Zaidi, the current head of state of Sarawak, is equivalent to the Sultan of other Malay states.

Rights are somewhere in between......

Yes, the Malay system is so weird.

This is like the emperor and the prime minister, if the emperor is particularly strong, it will naturally be a major matter in the world.

But if the emperor is softer, it is naturally the prime minister who is in power, so that the emperor's orders will not go out of the palace.

As long as the prime minister himself does not have major problems for people to catch, then the emperor is a clay statue Bodhisattva placed in the Buddhist shrine.

It's just unfortunate that this is the case in Sarawak now, and Taymam has been in this position for more than ten years.

The old immortal white hair seems to have taken root and sprouted, and it has grown dead in the position of chief minister, and looking at the way it is now, it can continue to do it!

Ahmad Zaidi was very depressed about this.

Early in the morning, on the way to work, Ahmad Zaidi lay in the car, thinking about when Tayimamu would die!

At the intersection ahead, a road maintenance sign stands on the ground, and a group of people in yellow vests in front of them are making repairs near the sewer entrance.

Because the road can't go along anymore, a traffic policeman is directing traffic.

Although Cat City Kuching is not very big, it is the capital of 140,000 square kilometers of land, and the population is really large, and the morning rush hour is quite busy.

The traffic police made serious gestures to divert the vehicles congested at the intersection, and the vast majority of vehicles were asked to go to the left intersection.

It's nothing, it's just a circle.

When he arrived at Ahmad Zaidi's car, the traffic policeman's gesture changed, pointing to the right, where there was no traffic.

The driver of the car showed a satisfied smile, this traffic police officer was very eye-catching, and knew that it was the Führer's car, so he deliberately pointed to a road that was absolutely not congested.

Turn on the lights and turn right, Ahmad Zaidi tilted his head and glanced at it, and then ignored it.

As soon as the car turned around and accelerated, he saw a van suddenly overtake him and quickly pass in front of him.

The driver frowned, and scolded in his heart, who is so fucking blind!

"Drip, drip!" Honk the horn a few times.

It's impossible to get him to give way!

If the dignified head of state makes way for a fart people, there is no such reason in the world!

As soon as the horn was pressed, the car in front of it immediately moved, and after the van adjusted its position, a long steel plate with washboard patterns seemed to be lifted from the rear compartment 'boom, and smashed to the ground.

This accident startled Ahmad Zaidi's car behind, and he subconsciously clicked the brakes.

But before the driver could react, the car that followed behind suddenly accelerated and hit his buttocks.

As soon as Ahmad Zaidi's car stopped together, the van in front of him also braked sharply as if it were a coincidence, and Ahmad Zaidi's car was uncontrollably pushed and jumped into the cargo box of the van.

Two people ran down from the car that stopped, stepped on the steel plate and rushed to the car, and at the same time, the van automatically recycled the steel plate and closed the door, started and left.

It took less than 10 seconds to change before and after, and the people nearby, the car, heard a loud noise, and then there was no more.

"Did you see if it was three cars just now?"

"You're dazzled, aren't that two cars?"

"Really?"

"Isn't it?!"

The car in the back was exactly the same as Ahmad Zaidi's car.

The head of state of Sarawak just disappeared from sight on his way to work.

……

It was pitch black inside the carriage, and the driver, bodyguards, and head of state Ahmad Zaidi were all stupid at this moment.

Until now, too, they were confused and didn't understand what was going on.

Why did it change after just one brake?

The change was so sudden that it didn't give people time to react before it changed.

What about magic?

The panicked bodyguard wanted to get out of the car to have a look, but the space in the carriage was limited, and no one could get out of the gap in the open car book.

I wanted to call the phone, but I found that there was no signal on my phone.

Just when everyone was panicking, a voice outside sounded, "Hey man, listen to me, don't get excited, our boss wants to ask Mr. Ahmad Zaidi to talk, be quiet, it's good for you."

In a word, it became two words when it fell into the ears of Ahmad Zaidi, kidnapping!

Isn't it that the robbers are so rampant now?

Kidnapping the head of a region?

Is security in Sarawak already so bad?

Also, wasn't it the direction of the traffic police command just now?

Everything is here, Ahmad Zaidi only reacted before and after,, there is a problem with the traffic police, and the road maintenance in front must be fake.

It's all kidnappers!

It's so rampant!

What a swap!

It's hard to prevent!

Who would have thought that traffic police and road maintenance were fake?

Even if there was a convoy of traffic police just now, it would not have thought of this aspect in the past.

In a large warehouse, Lorraine stood at the window on the second floor, looking at the van that drove in, and her expression was full of weirdness, "How did you come up with these ways to kidnap people?"

"It's so smooth, it's so smooth that it's panicking!"

"What is kidnapping, this is called 'please, please understand!'" Sean pursed his lips and pretended to be angry and said, "You are insulting me, kidnapping to find meat tickets and asking for money, do I want money?"

"I didn't!"

"How can it be called a prostitute without giving money, cough cough, how can it be called kidnapping!"

Lorraine rolled her eyes, twisted her waist, and walked downstairs with a catwalk.

Below, the van was parked, the back door opened, and finally the light was seen, and the driver glanced at Ahmad Zaidi behind him.

Ahmad Zaidi was panicking now, but he couldn't show it, he just glared at the driver fiercely, "What do you want if you don't reverse, are you going to stay here?"

Damn it!

What the fuck are these bodyguards, it's so insecure!

The driver was scolded, and hurriedly reversed the car honestly, the angle was a bit big, and the ground was bumping

Twice, but no one cares about it at this time.

People are going to be gone!

The car door opened, the driver and bodyguards came down first, and there were seven or eight heavily armed men standing around.

They were all wearing helmets and masks, and they couldn't tell where they were.

Anyway, I don't look like a good person.

Who's a good guy with his face covered and pointing an assault rifle at someone else!

Footsteps rang out, and Lorraine, dressed in white, walked down the wrought-iron staircase, "Good morning, Mr. Ahmad Zaidi, our boss would like you to have a chat."

Ahmad Zaidi was sitting in the car, his butt seemed to grow on it, and he didn't want to get out of the car.

It's not a question of being afraid or not, it's just that the legs are a little unwilling.

Of course, this is not a question of whether he wants to or not.

Ahmad Zaidi got out of the car and looked up at Lorraine, his eyes full of surprise, now the kidnappers are looking for such a beautiful secretary?

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