Chapter 1031

As usual, Rhett walked at an even pace towards his Gary.

This pace is a long-term habit. It can also be called muscle memory, because Rhett once had a short service experience, where he received queue training, and this pace has imperceptibly penetrated into his blood and bones.

Even after leaving MI6, he is still the former soldier in his bones.

Of course, as for what kind of soldier he is, he doesn't count what others give him.

Today, he was one of the few people who didn't go to Mother Goose's restaurant for dinner. There was no other reason for this, but he suddenly didn't want to go on a whim.

Rhett hasn't had a good sleep since he came back from Comoro.

At night, he always woke up in a nightmare. In the dream, he was chased behind by something, but when he looked back, he couldn't see anything, only darkness.

Then he will gasp in the dark until his heart stops beating violently and he can't sleep again until he takes something like sleeping pills.

This nightmare experience, Rhett has tried.

When he just left MI6, there was a period of time. Rhett seemed to have had a period of insomnia, which had tortured him for more than two years.

This time, he vaguely felt that he had made a mistake he shouldn't have made.

These two days, in addition to class, he tried to stay at his home and wait for the phone.

That seemingly insignificant hard disk seems to have stirred the water of the whole underground intelligence circle. Rhett feels that many people are tracking himself.

The sun in South Africa is a little dazzling at noon. Turn a corner in front and walk 700 meters to get home.

"Would you like some ice cream, sir?"

A little black man in his teens came out of nowhere and grabbed his clothes.

"Oh! No, I don't like ice cream." he subconsciously lowered his head and found that he was held by a little black girl wearing a dirty skirt and her hair in many braided braids.

"Only 10 Rand." the little girl blinked and looked forward to it: "it's very cheap. It's very hot. You'll be more comfortable if you eat some ice cream."

Rhett noticed that there were some little black people about the same age as the little girl pushing a rusty looking ice cream cart.

To tell you the truth, Rhett really doesn't like this kind of ice cream.

Because these blacks don't know what's in the ice cream, Rhett always feels uncomfortable. He doesn't want to eat it and always run to the toilet to make his chrysanthemum suffer.

"No, no, no, I really don't need it."

Rhett looked a little impatient.

Where are the police and security guards in this community?

In the case of peers, the security guards and police here will drive away the little blacks. Although the apartheid policy has passed, the class between the rich and the poor still exists. The wall and policy of separating blacks have been pushed down, but the wall in the hearts of the people can not be pushed down.

Moreover, if blacks sneak into this community, most of the time they plan to come over and help themselves. This kind of thing has not happened before, and the rich people living here have great opinions on it.

"Please, I can't sell all these ice cream today. I'll be hungry when I go back." the little black girl sadly grabbed Rhett's hand and didn't seem to want to let go.

"Please, please."

The little girl begged again and again, which made Rhett irritable and helpless. Although this is a rich area and unidentified people are not allowed to enter, once he gets angry or even rough with the little girl, he can't tell when he enters the police station.

Now South Africa is different from the past. Many important positions in government departments are held by blacks. Some whites who stay here live in a very down-to-earth way, and the rich dare not treat blacks as before, because once disputes and contradictions arise and go to the police station or court, those blacks who turn over as masters will always have revenge, Always prefer their own kind of people of the same color.

damn!

Rhett cursed to himself. Reluctantly, he took out the money from his pocket, counted ten Rand and handed it to the little girl.

"Well, give me one."

He thought to himself that at that time, he spent money to stop the disaster. Anyway, there were few steel bars. The big deal was that when these little blacks left later, he threw the ice cream into the trash can, so that he wouldn't risk gastroenteritis to eat these things.

Unexpectedly, the little girl blinked and stared at another stack of banknotes in his hand.

"Sir, can you buy more? I have only six left. Can you buy them all and I can go home early?"

Red was stunned. This request sounds too much!

Is this not a forced buy and sell?

Who is the vulnerable group?

"No, dear." he tried to keep his calm, warned himself not to get angry, don't get angry, and said in a gentle tone: "I really can't eat so much alone."

"Please..." the little girl repeated her old skill.

Maybe she has been wandering in the streets all year round and knows how to observe words and colors. The little girl's acting skills can be described as first-class. She always makes people look like a poor person and is always so weak and distressing.

Rhett's head doubled. He found that he really should divine the constellation's fortune when he went out today. Maybe he shouldn't go home today. Instead, he should honestly finish his class and go to Mother Goose's restaurant for dinner, so as not to cause these troubles.

"All right!"

His tone had become less polite, but he decided to spend money to eliminate the disaster.

Handing a few bills to the little girl, Rhett took seven ice cream wrapped in a crumpled plastic and stood in place with a disgusted face until the little guys disappeared at the corner of the intersection.

"They shouldn't have been in charge!"

He turned around angrily and looked around. At last, he saw a trash can across the road. He walked over and threw a whole bag of untouched ice cream into it.

After all this, he took out his handkerchief and wiped it on his hand, as if the plastic bag he had just touched was contaminated with some unspeakable bacteria.

……

Behind the corner of the street, Qin Fei leaned against the wall of a yard.

The little black girl and her accomplices pushed the ice cream truck to Qin Fei.

"We did what you said." the little girl's face no longer had that poor expression. In a twinkling of an eye, she now looked sophisticated, and there was no fear in her eyes.

"You should keep your promise!"

With a smile, Qin Fei took out a hundred dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl quickly shone on the sun, played it skillfully, and then showed a satisfied smile.

She already knows how to distinguish the true from the false, because there are many tourists here. They already know how to deal with tourists, and they also know whether the national bills in the hands of tourists are true or false.

"Very good." Qin Fei gave a thumbs up.

The little girl went back to the ice cream car, took out a yellow ice cream and handed it to Qin Fei.

"Here you are. Mango flavor."

Qin Fei took the ice cream. He was surprised at first, and then the little girl and his companions had gone far before he recovered.

He hurriedly pressed the call button and asked Mister who had been online.

"Rhett has been dragged for several minutes. What's the matter with you? Do you need me to catch him directly?"

If Mister still can't finish his work, Qin Fei thinks he should take a risk, because it's better to start first and catch him than to be found by red.

Mister hasn't answered yet. Qin Fei licked the ice cream and felt that it tasted good.