PS: There is something going on at home today, only one chapter.

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"What's going on?" Johnson looked up and saw that it was an indigenous police officer he had sent to monitor the movements of the Chinese.

"Bureau, it's not good! It's not good! Taiping...... Chinese ...... in Taiping Town The Chinese are going to riot!" said the indigenous policeman, breathlessly.

"What? the Chinese riots in Taiping?" Johnson was taken aback.

"Yes, Seat of the Bureau! I saw them repairing the fortifications and preparing the munitions......" the native policeman's face turned white. He understands very well the hatred between the indigenous and the Chinese, which is a blood feud for many years, which is difficult to resolve, and not long ago it was aggravated by a number of anti-China riots. If the Chinese rioted, the British in Malaya would be locked up in a small black house at most, and the natives would be miserable, and the old and new hatreds would be eliminated together.

As soon as Johnson heard this, a cold sweat suddenly came out. Obviously, the Chinese in Taiping Town were preparing to riot, obviously trying to engage in internal and external cooperation.

"What can I do?" said Johnson, anxious as an ant on a hot pan. The police station has more than 100 guns, and it's okay to catch thieves and hooligans at ordinary times, but if you really want to go to Taiping Town, it is estimated that you will be taught to be a person in minutes.

Excuse me, where did the army come from? Since the unpleasant quarrel with China, the princely state troops in Perak have all gone to the front line, and are still on guard on the Siamese border, and there are not many more policemen left in the vicinity now. Not to mention the touching combat effectiveness of those princely state armies, even if they are all there now, it is estimated that it is mysterious.

How perverted that place in Taiping Town is, others may not know, but Johnson knows better. The whole place is a fortress, and it's still a king-size one. A few meters thick reinforced concrete walls, well, the Chinese call them "town walls". There are also heavy machine gun bunkers and artillery bunkers on it, although I don't know if they really have artillery, but with the pitiful firepower of Tubang, it is unimaginable to conquer this place.

What's more, almost everyone in the town has a gun, even women. And it's an airplane, although it's only a civilian version, but it's no problem to temporarily install weapons like bombs, machine guns, etc.

You ask the British how they would allow the Chinese to play like this? Of course they didn't want to, but the situation at that time couldn't help them. In order to get China to cut off the trade with the Allies and join the Entente, the British did a lot of blood, including giving the local Chinese the right to self-defense. Of course, they also learned the lesson of the Dutch and only allowed the Chinese to have weapons under one inch in caliber.

As for the later, although they had the intention to repent, but the colonies made a fuss again, where could they care about this, and they were also worried about provoking China and making it impossible to end. By the time the colony was suppressed, the opium cattle were exhausted, and they had no mind or guts.

As mentioned earlier, the opium cow knows very well the trade-offs, this is a country that has been stirring for thousands of years, only eat what should be eaten, and vomit if you can't eat it. They knew that they could no longer hold China in the Far East, so they already had plans to abandon Malaya in the early thirties. It's just that in order to buy a good price, and to see if there is any turning point in the future, I haven't let go.

Of course, they buy their teammates, and they are just as good. For example, this time, Australia, New Zealand and Malaysia were obviously sold, and they had no intention of declaring war on China at all. Of course, this is only known to the elites, and Johnson is a little shrimp who does not know.

But not knowing doesn't mean that he is stupid enough to work for the local natives. In Johnson's view, Malaya is already an independent country anyway, well, it has no diplomatic power and legislative power, it can only be regarded as a semi-independent country, and Malaya's life and death are none of his business.

So now Johnson is not thinking about how to quell the Chinese riots, but how to escape. "Anyway, it's just a colony, not a mainland, why should I fight hard? If the Chinese dare to attack Britain, I will definitely defend the motherland to the death!" Johnson comforted himself.

"Bureau, what can I do about this? Chinese if there is a disturbance, it will not be easy to handle......" The indigenous policeman still didn't know what his boss was thinking, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he saw that the bureau didn't speak.

"Okay, hurry up and gather all the police, bring weapons, let's go to Taiping Town to have a look!" Johnson gritted his teeth, and finally decided to go and see the limelight.

He thought for a moment and said, "By the way, until I confirm it, I'm absolutely not allowed to go out and talk about it!"

"Yes, Chair. And what reason should I use to gather them?"

"Let's just say that someone reported that someone was selling smuggled goods in Taiping Town......"

There's no way, if he runs away, he won't be able to go back. After all, now it's just the subordinates who say that the Chinese want to riot, so they have to confirm it. It's too big to say that if you don't even look at it. What if these buns are false positives? I was so scared that I ran away, and in the future, when it spreads to China, will it still be mixed?

Moreover, he is also sure that even if the Chinese really prepare to riot, his small life can still be saved. He has also dealt with the local Chinese for so many years, and is very familiar with several leaders over there, and he knows that the Chinese are still more reasonable and talk about food, as long as they do not show hostility, they will not treat themselves well. The Dutch in the East Indies weren't.

As soon as Johnson sent the native policeman away, he called his home and told his wife to pack up and hurry over to meet him and prepare to run away. And he himself hurried to the office to pack up his possessions.

He opened the safe and took out a stack of banknotes, all of which were Chinese dollars, at least tens of thousands, as well as a few HSBC cash checks and passbooks. It adds up to a total of more than 1.4 million Chinese dollars. These are all kinds of hardship and benefits he has received from the Chinese over the years.

"It's a pity that these guys only like to use Chinese dollars, if only they were willing to use British pounds......" He looked at the pile of possessions and couldn't help but sigh a little. If this money is converted into pounds, it is enough for more than 400,000 yuan, which is enough for him to live an extremely rich life for the rest of his life.

It's a pity that such good days are about to be gone forever.

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Three hours later, Johnson's police finally assembled, and his wife had her servants come over with several boxes of goods.

"Let's go, let's go to Taiping and see what the Chinese are doing?" he gave the order, and got into his Mustang buggy, uh, also Chinese goods.

There are more than 130 police officers under him, but there are only more than 110 guns, but a dozen is not a big deal, if the Chinese really want to riot, is there a difference between a dozen more guns and a dozen guns less?

They requisitioned a few cars from local merchants in Ipoh, plus a dozen of their own, large and small, and drove towards Taiping Town.

It's about 40 kilometers from Ipoh to Taiping, and the quality of the road is not bad, and after an hour, they saw the walls of Taiping Town, oh, the town walls.

A red and black two-color flag (the pattern is two right-angled triangles in red and black, with beveled sides butting, red on top and black on bottom) flutters high above the tallest building in Taiping Town, the town office building.

When Johnson saw the flag, he chuckled. This flag is the Chinese Mutual Association, and usually the Flying Eagle Tongbao flag of Datong Mining Company is hung here. Now that this flag is suddenly put on, it means that something must have changed inside.

The bureau has already regretted it in his heart at the moment, but when he is here, it is impossible to run away. So he ordered to move on, and he whispered to the driver: "If the Chinese want to do it, don't resist." ”

"Okay, sir...... "The driver is Indian.

"My dear ......" his wife became nervous when she heard this.

"It's okay, it's okay, Chinese are civilized people, they just want this territory......" Juzao hurriedly comforted his wife, and at the same time comforted himself. "I know their boss very well, it's an old friend......"

A few minutes later, they arrived at the gate of Taiping Town. At this point, Johnson breathed a sigh of relief, as he found that the number of sentries on the walls had not increased. Probably misinformation......

At this time, a policeman went up and called the door.

"Someone has reported that you are doing something wrong, it is said that someone is selling smuggled goods in Taiping Town, we are going to come in and check!" the indigenous policeman shouted triumphantly. This guy didn't know it, and in order to prevent panic, Johnson gave a gag order to the police officer who reported it, and he felt that he would definitely be able to reap a lot of benefits from the whole dispatch of his bureau this time.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to ask our general manager......" The sentry looked a little nervous and immediately ran down the city.

It took about ten minutes before the two sturdy steel doors creaked open. The sentry appeared at the head of the city and shouted to the local police, "Go in......

Johnson, who was prepared, found something abnormal, and it was quiet inside the door, which was not scientific. Taiping Town can be said to be the most prosperous place in Perak outside the capital city of Ipoh, and every time he visits, it is full of people and people, and now this situation is very abnormal.

Before he could continue to think about it, the greedy native policemen had already rushed in in their cars. Johnson couldn't help it at this time, anyway, it was a knife to stretch out his head and shrink his head, so he had to order the driver to drive in.

As soon as their car drove through the gate, they heard the police shouting in front of them.

A policeman ran over and said, "Bureau, they blocked the road, we ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Johnson heard a creak behind him, and he looked back to see that two steel doors were closing. When he looked around again, all the passages leading to the town were blocked with sandbags and barricades.

"Woo ......" at this moment a horn sounded, and patches of helmets were revealed behind sandbags and barricades, as well as various guns, and most terrifyingly, a dozen heavy machine guns and machine guns, as well as bazookas. The same is true on the city walls, where the police do not even dare to move under the threat of at least a thousand guns.

"Director Johnson, long time no see......" At this time, he heard a familiar voice coming from the speaker on the telephone pole, it was Lin Dengwan's voice.

"I'll count three now, and you surrender at once. Otherwise, we won't need to, we'll open fire right away!" Lin Dengwan said coldly.

"Surrender! surrender!" Johnson immediately shouted.