Mike Whitman, the manager of De Beers Consolidated Mining Company, never expected that a simple incident would turn into such a big deal.
Considering the business being discussed with Hoover, Mike tried to catch up with Rock.
But he was stopped by a commando.
"Sorry sir, if you have any questions, please contact the Pretoria Police Station." The commando was unselfish.
"I am the manager of De Beers Unified Mining Company. Does De Beers Unified Mining Company know? Get out of the way!" Facing ordinary police, the manager of De Beers Unified Mining Company is indeed qualified to be arrogant.
"Sorry sir, I am a police officer from the Pretoria Police Station. Does the Pretoria Police Station know? If you have any questions, please contact the Pretoria Police Station." The commando's answer can tell the truth.
Extremely popular.
"Fuck!" Mike was so angry that he wanted to jump.
But it can only go so far. If the name "De Beers Consolidated Mining Company" cannot scare people, then there is nothing Mike can do.
Looking at the commando's body like a door panel, Mike didn't dare to take action. The consequences of Hoover's action just now fully proved that these policemen are not easy to mess with. At least they are not afraid of De Beers Unified Mining Company.
Yes, under normal circumstances, Mike bringing up the name of De Beers Unified Mining Company is enough to scare ordinary policemen, but if the police don't buy it, it will be more troublesome. No matter how awesome De Beers Unified Mining Company is, it will not
Beyond the scope of commercial companies, the police department is a violent institution, and De Beers Unified Mining Company also needs the cooperation of the police department to maintain the stability of the mine.
Returning to the Johannesburg branch of De Beers Consolidated Mining Company in a daze, Mike still didn't understand why Hoover was so unlucky.
Hoover must have seen the black cat when he went out in the morning.
"Mike, how was the conversation with the Americans?" Aiden Owen, the general manager of the branch, stopped Mike. Judging from his tone, Aiden didn't seem to like Hoover either.
Yes, the British don't like Americans. Although the United States' GDP is now the world leader, the British still feel superior to Americans.
"Not good, Herbert was caught by the police." Mike simply didn't know where to start.
"Caught by the police?" Aiden was surprised. There are police in Johannesburg?
"Yes, Herbert was caught by the police in the restaurant of the hotel. Herbert wanted to meet a young lady. As a result," Mike didn't know how to describe it.
"That's it? Just for such a trivial matter, you were arrested by the police?" Aiden never knew that the police in Johannesburg were so lenient.
Wait, wasn't the original question why there are police in Johannesburg?
Mike couldn't confirm the relationship between Rock and Phyllis, but they were closer than ordinary friends.
"Even so." Aiden's tone was stagnant. Putting himself in his shoes, if he were in his shoes: "Even if you are a senior inspector, you can't arrest people casually. It's just a simple acquaintance with normal social behavior and no extraordinary behavior."
"No, no, Herbert also attacked the police. The lady was protected by the police, but Herbert didn't respect the lady and the police who protected the lady." Mike thought about it carefully, and it seemed that he had reached the point.
To such a degree of "disrespect", Hoover's actions were not strictly speaking an assault on a police officer.
"Attack the police!" Aiden was speechless. The same words sounded like "attack the police" to Aiden.
"That lady seems to be from an aristocratic family." Mike was puzzled as to why a lady from an aristocratic family would appear in Johannesburg. Could it be that she was imitating those gold diggers looking for gold mines?
"Are all Americans really that cool?" Aiden was dumbfounded. God's sins can be forgiven, but his own sins will not survive!
In the Jinshan Hotel, Rock spent a lot of effort before settling Phyllis up, then turned and went to the basement, where Hoover had just woken up.
"You are simply going too far. I want to see your commander. I am an American. I am the general manager of Kailuan Coal Mine. I am a customer of De Beers Unified Mining Company. I want to contact the U.S. Embassy and I want to sue you.
Abuse of power," Hoover's roar could be heard in the distance.
It seems that this guy was used to being a foreigner in the Qing Dynasty, but he still refused to change his ways when he arrived in Cape Town. However, he did not expect that Cape Town was a British colony. Colony is a description in the usual sense. In official documents of the British government,
The Cape is an integral part of the United Kingdom and a legitimate British territory.
No matter how much Hoover yelled, the commandos guarding him all had expressionless poker faces. It is estimated that the commandos guarding Hoover did not know what Hoover had done in the Qing Dynasty, otherwise Hoover would probably be gone by now.
Kung Fu screamed.
When they saw Rock walking into the basement, the commandos stood at attention and saluted, the sound of their boot heels clashing was harsh.
Hoover immediately shut up.
Rock, in uniform, held a record book in his hand, and Shi Shiran sat down in front of Hoover.
"Name!" Rock said expressionlessly.
"Herbert Clark, no, you are not qualified to interrogate me!" Hoover answered the question subconsciously, but quickly came to his senses.
Rock raised his head and looked at Hoover with cold eyes.
"I'm not qualified to interrogate you?" Rock's voice was colder than his eyes.
"Yes, I am an American citizen," Hoover insisted, but there was deep fear in his eyes.
Rock stopped talking nonsense to Hoover and took a look at Martin next to him.
Martin came up with a sinister smile and kicked Hoover, who was handcuffed to the chair, to the ground along with the chair.
Before Hoover could scream, Martin put a towel on Hoover's face and poured a bucket of water over his head and face.
No, it's not that exciting. It's just pouring a bucket of water on slowly little by little.
Hoover's feeling is very painful. He is a graduate of Stanford University, a dignified general manager of Kailuan Coal Mine, and a dignified future President of the United States.
This last one doesn't count.
Hoover had never felt the taste of waterboarding, but the taste of waterboarding was never uncomfortable and the effect was very good, otherwise it would not have disappeared until the 21st century.
After pouring less than half a bucket of water, Hoover's belly bulged at a speed visible to the naked eye.
boom!
Martin punched Hoover hard in the stomach.
puff!
The water from Hoover's mouth spurted out at least half a foot high.
After Martin helped Hoover up from the ground, Rock put down the nail clippers in his hands.
"Name!"
"Herbert Herbert Clark Hoover." There was a cry in Hoover's voice.
It is estimated that Hoover will never forget what he experienced today in his lifetime.
