After leaving the room, Du Ping found a guard lying face down in the corner of the corridor. He didn't know if he was the guy who delivered books to Du Ping.
There was definitely no time to think about this problem at this time. Du Ping followed a man in black and tiptoed out.
"Du, help me, don't leave me here -" Phil Boon's voice suddenly came from the room next to him.
Du Ping subconsciously gave the man in black a hand.
"Don't mind your own business, we don't have the ability to take away too many people-" The man in black's voice was filled with nervousness and anxiety.
"If you can, take him away. He is an official of the Cape State government-" Du Ping hesitated, still hoping that the man in black could take Philburn away with him.
Dupin, like the Man in Black, was detained by Galbraith as a bargaining chip in negotiations with the federal government.
Now that Phil Boone is taken away, Galbraith will have one less bargaining chip, so that the federal government can take a greater initiative in both fighting and negotiation.
The man in black obviously knows this too.
However, the man in black didn't seem to be prepared to do this. As soon as Du Ping finished speaking, for a moment, Du Ping noticed that the man in black's hand holding the gun subconsciously tightened.
Yes, if you kill Philburn on the spot, the result seems to be the same.
Fortunately, the man in black still had sense and hesitated before opening Philburn's door.
"Thank you, thank you very much, I thought I was dead -" Philburn kept thanking him, his words full of joy and gratitude for surviving a desperate situation.
"Shut up!" The man in black now switched to English, which was equally proficient.
However, Philburn's physical fitness was obviously not comparable to that of Dupin. Perhaps because it was dark and he couldn't see clearly, Philburn just walked a few steps when he kicked a wooden box next to him and stumbled to the ground.
.
"Who?" The people in the next room were immediately awakened. Du Ping's heart suddenly rose to his throat. Philburn was lying on the ground, trembling all over, not daring to move.
"It's me -" The man in black remained calm in the face of danger, his voice vague and frivolous with the hangover.
"Asshole, be careful--" The people in the room did not suspect anything, and fell back on the bed and continued to sleep soundly.
After a false alarm, Du Ping followed the man in black and finally reached the edge of the camp.
At this time, there were seven or eight men in black around Du Ping, and he didn't know which corner they all came from.
In order to prevent sneak attacks, the rebels stretched barbed wire around the camp, and cans were hung on the barbed wire. This was a common method used by the Allied forces during the World War.
Although the people in black all wore masks, Du Ping still felt that the leading man in black seemed to be pouting.
A man in black quietly walked over and used iron pliers to cut a hole through the barbed wire.
The leading man in black glanced at the frightened Philburn, went over with pliers, and cut the hole wider.
It's much better this time.
However, the man in black still underestimated the trouble caused by Phil Boon. Although this guy was very careful when he got through the barbed wire, his clothes were still caught on the barbed wire.
Perhaps Philburn was also anxious, so he rushed forward with all his strength.
As a result, the meat got caught on the barbed wire, and a large piece of meat was torn off along with the belt.
"Ouch——" In the night, Philburn's scream could be clearly heard from a kilometer away.
"Who?" someone in the camp immediately shouted.
The leading man in black didn't say anything, grabbed Du Ping and hid in the bushes outside the camp.
Ta-ta-ta-ta--
The sentry finally spotted the man in black, and a stream of bullets mixed with tracer bullets swept over him, making him extremely eye-catching in the dark night.
"Let's go, let's go -" the leading man in black's anxious voice changed his tone. When he jumped into the bushes, he didn't forget to throw a grenade back.
boom--
The rebel camp was completely destroyed.
Boom boom boom——
The grenade thrown by the man in black seemed to detonate the entire rebel camp. Violent explosions occurred almost simultaneously in many corners of the camp. The entire camp was ablaze, screams continued, and gunshots were mixed with violent explosions.
A mess.
Walk, walk - speed up -" The man in black did not slow down after jumping into the bushes.
"Du, don't leave me -" Phil Boon's voice came from behind again.
At this time, Du Ping also knew that there was nothing he could do. He was too busy to care about Philburn and just followed the man in black as he ran forward——
Run all the way to the horizon and reveal the white color of the fish belly.
By this time, the gunshots behind him were barely audible.
The man in black, who never let go of Du Ping, collapsed on a stone by the roadside and gasped violently. His mask disappeared at some point. He was a very young white man, about the same age as Du Ping.
"Thank you, sir, my name is Du Ping——" Du Ping was very grateful and took the initiative to extend his hand to introduce himself.
"You're welcome, I'm Derek from Brad's office operations team -" Derek waved weakly while lying on the stone, just a handshake or something.
"It's nice to meet you Derek. When I graduated from Nyasaland University, I also wanted to join Brad's office. Unfortunately, I didn't pass the exam-" Du Ping took a long breath before finishing his sentence.
"You college students really shouldn't join Brad. It's such a waste!" Derek laughed. Not just anyone can enter Brad's office.
At this time, men in black arrived one after another, and Du Ping was happy to find that Phil Boone also escaped.
However, unlike Du Ping who had been running away by himself, Philburn was supported by two men in black and escaped with a crooked bandage on his shoulder, looking very embarrassed.
"Hey, remember what you just said, you now owe me and Craig one hundred rand each, when will you pay?" A sturdy man in black was proud, and he didn't know what Philburn was.
debt owed by time.
"Don't worry, when I get back to Cape Town - no, no, no, as long as I can find a bank, I will pay immediately -" Philburn's face was sallow and his eyes were sunken, and he had aged at least ten years overnight.
It doesn't matter if you are ten years older, after all, you are still alive.
"Hey, Laifu, we all helped, why are you and Craig the only ones with a hundred rand each?" Immediately, other men in black jumped out to share the spoils.
"Oh, let's get the money first and then we'll divide it--" Called Laifu had a cunning look on his face, obviously not wanting to give in easily.
"The rest time is over, gentlemen, let's move on and reach St. John's Harbor before dark -" Drake ran to the nearby creek to fill the water bottle, packed his luggage and greeted the people in black to continue moving forward.
McClair is a full 110 kilometers away from St. John. Drake's words made Du Ping feel terrified. Even if there were still 12 hours until dark, it would be almost impossible to run 110 kilometers in 12 hours.
Well, be confident, it is simply impossible to remove almost everything.
But fortunately, Du Ping felt it was impossible, let alone Phil Boone. Let alone run 110 kilometers, this guy felt that if he took just two steps now, he would die.
Fortunately, Drake was obviously smarter than Dupin imagined. After the group went down the mountain, they didn't go far when a small river appeared in front of them.
Drake walked up to the river and blew a loud whistle, and a wooden boat emerged from the grass on the other side of the river.
With a boat, 110 kilometers does not seem to be as difficult as imagined.
Just as Du Ping boarded the wooden boat, Roque received a telegram that Du Ping had escaped.
"Very good, send a telegram to the Cape State government immediately. If they cannot eliminate the rebels within three days, the federal government will intervene immediately." Roque's patience with the Cape State government has reached its limit.
When Dupin was detained by Galbraith, Rock still had some concerns.
Now that Du Ping has been rescued, Roque will no longer delay.
Philip has concluded his visit to the United States and boarded the ship from New York Port.
Before Philip returns to southern Africa, Roque must solve this problem and cannot leave the problem to Philip.
Fortunately, Roque still has plenty of time. Before returning to southern Africa, Philip will also detour to London to meet with King George V before returning to southern Africa.
Just as Rock imagined, the Cape State government did not agree with the federal government's intervention and had no plan to eliminate the rebels by force. Edmond Law's excuse was that state government officials were detained by the rebels. The Cape State government
Every effort must be made to ensure the safety of state government officials.
Poor Edmund, he didn't know yet that Dupin and Philburn had escaped.
Rock didn't waste any words and kept his word. At six o'clock in the morning on February 10th, a brigade of Southern African Marines landed at St. John's Harbor under the escort of Edward's fleet and headed to Maclair to counter the rebellion.
"Sir, you cannot land at St. John's Port without the authorization of the Cape State Government -" St. John's Mayor Richie Duer is an old official left over from the colonial era. Like most Cape State officials,
Do not trust the federal government.
"Mr. Mayor, we have an order from the Ministry of Defense. A serious rebellion broke out in McClare. The Defense Force does not need an order from the Cape State Government to perform its duties. What you can do now is to make every effort to cooperate with the Defense Force.
action, unless you sympathize with the rebels and are unwilling to cooperate with the Ministry of Defense to attack the rebels." Jackson Marshall was wearing a white uniform of a Southern African naval general, and his expression and voice were as cold and emotionless as steel.
"Your Excellency, General, we must obtain an order from the state government in order to cooperate with the actions of the National Defense Forces." Richie Duer was sweating profusely. When Jackson Marshall was negotiating with him, two transport ships not far away, the Navy and the Army
The team's amphibious armored vehicle is driving onto the pier, and hundreds of Marine Corps officers and soldiers are lining up on the pier. They are wearing new blue and white Marine combat uniforms, and their helmets are also painted with blue and white paint. The colors are very beautiful.
"I repeat to you, Mr. Mayor, if you do not cooperate with the actions of the National Defense Forces, then I have the right to impose military control on the Port of St. John -" Jackson Marshall is not polite. Once martial law is imposed on the Port of St. John, Mr. Mayor
