Rhett walked towards his Gary at an even pace as usual.
This pace is a long-term habit, you can also call it muscle memory, because Rhett once had a short service experience, where he received formation training, and this pace has unknowingly seeped into his blood and blood.
In the bones.
Even after leaving MI6, he is still the same soldier in his heart.
Of course, as for what kind of soldier he is, that is the evaluation given by others, not his own.
Today was one of the few times that he didn't go to Mother Goose's restaurant for dinner. There was no other reason for this, but because he suddenly didn't want to go there on a whim.
Rhett hasn't had a good night's sleep since returning from Comoro.
At night, he always woke up from nightmares. In the dream, he was chased by something, but when he looked back, he could see nothing, only darkness.
Then he would gasp for air in the dark until his heart stopped beating violently, and he would take some sleeping pills or something before he could fall asleep again.
Rhett has tried this kind of nightmare experience before.
When he first left MI6, there was a time when Red seemed to have had a period of insomnia, which had tortured him for more than two years.
But this time, he vaguely felt that he had made a mistake that he shouldn't have made.
In the past two days, except for classes, he tried his best to stay at home and wait for the call.
That seemingly inconspicuous hard drive seemed to have stirred up the entire underground intelligence circle, and Red felt that many people were tracking him.
The sunshine at noon in South Africa is so white that it's dazzling. You turn a corner ahead and walk another 700 meters to your home.
"Sir, would you like to buy some ice cream?"
A teenage black man appeared out of nowhere and grabbed his clothes.
"Oh! No, I don't like ice cream." He lowered his head subconsciously and found that the person holding him was a little black girl wearing a dirty skirt and her hair tied into many braids.
"It's only 10 rands." The little girl blinked, looking expectant: "It's very cheap. The weather is very hot. Eat some ice cream and you will feel better."
Only then did Rhett notice that there were several little black men about the same age as the little girl pushing a rusty-looking ice cream cart next to him.
To be honest, Rhett really doesn't like this kind of ice cream.
Because I don’t know what’s in the ice cream made by black people, it always makes Red feel uncomfortable. He doesn’t want to run to the toilet after eating it and make his anus suffer.
"No, no, no, I really don't need it."
Rhett seemed a little impatient.
Where are the police and security guards in this community?
When walking together, the security guards and police here will drive away small black people when they see them. Although the apartheid policy has passed, the class between the rich and the poor still exists. The walls and policies that separated black people have been torn down, but in people's hearts
The wall cannot be knocked down.
Moreover, if there are black people sneaking into this community, in most cases they intend to come and steal the sheep. This kind of thing has happened before, and the rich people living here have a lot of objections to this.
"Please, I can't sell all the ice cream today. I'll be hungry when I go back." The little black girl grabbed Red's hand pitifully and seemed to have no intention of letting go.
"Okay, please."
The little girl's repeated pleas made Red irritated and helpless. Although this was a wealthy area and unknown people were not allowed to enter, once he got angry or even violent with the little girl, he would not be able to explain it after entering the police station.
Already.
Nowadays, South Africa is different from the past. Many important positions in government departments are held by black people. Some of the white people who stay here live very sluggishly. The rich people do not dare to treat black people as they did in the past, because once disputes and conflicts arise,
When trouble comes to the police station or court, the black people who have become the masters will always have revenge and complaints, and they will always favor people of the same skin color as them.
Damn it!
Rhett cursed secretly, reluctantly took out the money from his pocket, counted ten rands and handed it to the little girl.
"Okay, then give me one."
He secretly thought to himself that at that time, he had lost a lot of money to prevent the disaster, and there were not many steel drills anyway. At worst, he could wait for these little black men to leave later and throw the ice cream into the trash can, so as not to risk gastroenteritis.
Go eat these things.
Unexpectedly, the little girl blinked and stared at the other stack of banknotes in his hand.
"Sir, can you buy a few more? I only have six left. Can you buy them all so I can go home early?"
Rhett was startled, this request sounded simply too much!
Isn’t this forced buying and selling?
Who are the vulnerable groups?
"No, dear." He tried his best to keep his calm, warned himself not to get angry, not to get angry, and said in a calm tone as much as possible: "I live alone, and I really can't eat that much."
"Please..." The little girl repeated her old trick.
Perhaps because she has been on the streets for many years, she has learned how to read people's emotions. The little girl's acting skills are top-notch. She always makes people look pitiful, and she is always so weak and heartbreaking.
Rhett's head doubled in size. He realized that he should really divine his horoscope when he went out today. Maybe he shouldn't go home today. Instead, he should finish his lectures and go to Mother Goose's restaurant for dinner. That would be a good idea.
It won't cause these troubles.
"All right!"
His tone had become less polite, but he still decided to spend money to ward off the disaster.
Handing a few bills to the little girl, Rhett took the seven ice creams wrapped in a wrinkled plastic package and stood there with a look of disgust until the little guys disappeared around the corner of the intersection.
"They shouldn't have been allowed to take charge back then!"
He turned angrily and looked around, and finally saw a trash can on the other side of the road. He walked over and threw a whole bag of untouched ice cream into it.
After doing all this, he took out his handkerchief and wiped it on his hands, as if the plastic bag he had just touched was contaminated with some unexplainable germs.
…
Behind the corner of the street, Qin Fei was leaning against the wall of a courtyard.
The little black girl and her friends pushed the ice cream cart and walked up to Qin Fei.
"We did everything you said." The little girl's face no longer had that pitiful expression. In a blink of an eye, she now looked mature and sophisticated, and her eyes were completely gone.
"It's time you kept your promise!"
Qin Fei smiled and took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to the little girl.
The little girl quickly looked at the sun, played it skillfully, and then showed a satisfied smile.
She already knows how to distinguish authenticity, because there are many tourists here, and they already know how to deal with tourists, and they also know how to distinguish whether the banknotes from various countries in the hands of tourists are genuine or fake.
"Very good." Qin Fei gave a thumbs up.
The little girl returned to the ice cream truck, took out a yellow ice cream and handed it to Qin Fei.
"Here, this is for you, mango flavor."
Qin Fei took the ice cream and was a little surprised at first. Then before he could recover, the little girl and his companion had already walked away.
He quickly pressed the call button and asked Mist, who was always online.
"Red was dragged for several minutes. What's going on over there? Do you need me to catch him directly?"
If Mist still couldn't complete the work, Qin Fei felt that he should take a risk, because instead of being discovered by Rhett, it would be better to strike first and catch him.
There was no answer from Mist, so Qin Fei took a lick of the ice cream and felt that it tasted pretty good. (To be continued)