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

This pace is a long-term habit, and it can also be called muscle memory, because Reid had a short service experience, where he received queue training, and this pace has unknowingly infiltrated the blood and In the bones.

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

Of course, as for what kind of soldier he was, that was the evaluation given to him by others, and he didn't count it.

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

After coming back from Comoro, Rhett never slept well.

At night, he always wakes up in nightmares. In the dream, he is chased by something, but when he looks back, he can see nothing but darkness.

Then he would gasp in the dark until his heart stopped beating violently and he could not fall asleep again after taking some sleeping pills or something.

Reid has tried this kind of nightmare experience.

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

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

In the past two days, in addition to class, he tried his best to stay at his home and wait for the call.

The seemingly inconspicuous hard drive seemed to have stirred the waters of the entire underground intelligence circle, and Reid felt that many people were tracking him.

The noon sun in South Africa was a little dazzlingly white. After turning a corner ahead, walk 700 meters to get home.

"Sir, buy some ice cream?"

A little black man in his ten-year-old didn't know where he came out, and grabbed his clothes.

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

"Only 10 rands." The little girl blinked her eyes, looking expectantly: "It's cheap, the weather is very hot, and you will feel better if you eat some ice cream."

Rhett only noticed that there were a few black people about the same age as the little girl pushing a rusty ice cream trolley next to him.

To be honest, Reid really doesn't like this ice cream.

Because these black people don't know what is put in the ice cream, it always makes Rhide feel uncomfortable. He doesn't want to run to the toilet after eating it and let his chrysanthemum suffer his sins.

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

Rhett looked a little impatient.

Where are the police and security guards in this community?

In the same situation, the security and police here will expel the small black people. Although the apartheid policy has passed, the class between the rich and the poor still exists. The wall and the policy of separating black people have been overthrown, but in people’s hearts The wall cannot be pushed down.

Moreover, if black people sneak into this community, then in most cases they intend to come and take the sheep. This kind of thing has not happened before, and the rich people who live here have quite opinions about this.

"Please, I won't be able to sell these ice creams today. I'll be hungry when I go back." The little black girl pitifully grabbed Rhett's hand, looking like she didn't mean to let go.

"Good job, please."

The little girl's repeated pleadings made Rhide both irritable and helpless. Although this is a rich area, unidentified people are not allowed to enter, but once she becomes angry or even rough with the little girl, she can't tell when she enters the police station. NS.

South Africa is now different from what it used to be. Many important government positions are held by blacks. Some of the white people who stay here live very poorly. The rich dare not treat blacks as they did before, because once disputes and conflicts arise, In the police station or the court, the black people who turned to be the masters will always have revenge and grievances, and they will always favor people of the same skin color.

Damn it!

Reid cursed secretly in his heart, helplessly took out the money from his pocket, counted ten rands and handed it to the little girl.

"Well, then give me one."

He thought to himself that at that time, he broke his wealth to protect himself from disasters, and there were not a few steel bars anyway. After a while, when these little black people were gone, he would throw the ice cream in the trash can so that he would not risk gastroenteritis. Go eat these things.

Unexpectedly, the little girl blinked her eyes but stared at the other wad of banknotes in his hand.

"Sir, can you buy a few more, I have only six left, can I buy all of them, and I can go home soon?"

Rhett was startled, this request sounded too much!

This is not strong buying and selling?

Who is the disadvantaged group?

"No, my dear." He tried his best to keep his calm, admonishing himself not to get angry, not to get angry, and said in a calm tone as much as possible: "I live alone and really can't eat that much."

"Please..." The little girl repeated the same trick.

Maybe it's all the year round in the streets, already knowing how to watch words and colors, the little girl's acting skills can be described as first-class, she will always make people look like that kind of pitiful look, always so weak and distressing.

Rhett's head doubled. He found that he really should divvy up his horoscope when he went out today. Maybe he shouldn't go home today. Instead, he should finish the lecture honestly and go to the mother goose restaurant to eat. That's it. Will not cause these troubles.

"All right!"

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

Passing a few banknotes to the little girl, Rhett took over the seven ice creams wrapped in a crumpled plastic, and stood there with disgust until the little guys disappeared at the corner of the intersection.

"They shouldn't have been allowed to be their own homes back then!"

He turned around angrily and looked around, finally saw a trash can on the opposite side of the road, 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 hand, as if the plastic bag he had touched just now was stained with unexplainable germs.

...

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

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

"We did what you said." The little girl no longer had that pitiful expression on her face. In a blink of an eye, she now looked like a sophisticated look, and there was no timidity in her eyes.

"You should keep your promise!"

Qin Fei smiled and drew a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl slapped the sun swiftly, played again skillfully, and then smiled with satisfaction.

She already knows how to distinguish between genuine and fake, because there are many tourists here, they already know how to deal with tourists~lightnovelpub.net~ and they also know that the banknotes in the hands of tourists are real from fake.

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

The little girl returned to the ice cream truck, took out a yellow ice cream from it, and handed it to Qin Fei.

"Here, for you, the taste of mango."

Qin Fei was surprised at first when he took the ice cream, and then before he recovered, the little girl and his companions had already left.

He hurriedly pressed the call button and asked Mister, who was always online.

"Rhett was dragged for several minutes, what happened to your side? Do you need me to catch him directly?"

If Mistral still couldn't finish the work, Qin Fei felt that he should take a risk, because instead of being discovered by Reid, it would be better to attack him first and catch him.

Mister didn't answer yet, Qin Fei took the ice cream and licked it, feeling that it tasted good.