The colonial garrison, which had not been seen for a long time, appeared on the streets of Hargeisa because of Duncan Tuyile, allowing local residents to experience what it is like to be in a world of ice and fire. Martial law also brought chaos, and criminals took the opportunity to come out do evil.

During the chaos, there was a conflict in the city, many people joined in, and the people were happy when the fight was over. There is no real reason for this fight. But many relatives and friends were deeply affected by the disaster.

The chaos was soon limited to repairing a few houses that had been destroyed by the fire, replacing broken glass, and moving the garbage that had piled up in the city's central square to the swamp so that it would disappear more quickly.

Merchants are making up for lost time after keeping their shops closed for hours in fear of looting. They opened their doors early the next day and raised prices.

The supply resumed, and in fact, it was never really interrupted. Nothing can change. Nothing has changed.

Believe that after a period of time, nothing can remind people of what they have experienced. They kept silent, hoping to forget it. Based on past experience, they know that all stability is false.

There is no telling when a similarly unreasonable and equally short-lived conflict will erupt again, giving the loser a chance to win.

In this way, everyone will be able to recall the time they have experienced in the future, although no one knows what they are recalling.

Together with the open jeep, the body of Duncan, the Minister of Commonwealth Affairs who came to Somaliland in high spirits, was sent to the morgue of the military hospital. Don’t think it’s easy. Although Hargeisa is the capital of the colony, there are few who can handle the assassination Hospital, emergency rescue is not necessary, but to give Duncan a peaceful temporary residence waiting to return home.

There were two wounds on the corpse, and there was no need to distinguish the fatal wounds carefully. Whether it was the head or the chest, the penetrating wounds were fatal enough. To put it better, the minister walked peacefully, and there should be no long-term pain.

A series of crisp footsteps came from outside the silent morgue door. Alan Wilson appeared in the morgue wearing a purple mask that had always been quite coquettish. Color masks.

Taking off the mask, a cigar was already in his mouth, and he flicked the other hand. With the sound of metal, the flame ignited the cigar. Did the minister go away peacefully?"

"The conditions are limited. There is no mortician in Somaliland." Evans did not dare to take a look at the corpse with his immediate superior. After all, the current honor is indeed unbearable. "I don't know what the current situation in the country is."

"What can happen? The sensational news in the newspaper, it is hard to say what has changed in other aspects." Alan Wilson commented indifferently, "In the final analysis, he is just a minister. Although he inherited Mr. Churchill's connections, but This connection has now disappeared with his death."

Evans didn't open his mouth. He felt that his immediate superior was underplaying too much, so he asked hesitantly, "Then what should we do now? Continue martial law?"

Alan Wilson threw away his cigar and stomped on it, pondered for a moment and said, "There must be an explanation. Is there any evidence found, otherwise it will appear that the local colonial government is too incompetent."

"There are only two shell casings, cigarette butts and an old-fashioned military uniform." Evans frowned. It's hard to say what conclusive evidence is there, and nothing else is found. Once the country investigates it?

"As long as there is." Alan Wilson breathed a sigh of relief, "If there is no accident, someone from the country will transport the minister's body back soon, and the investigation will follow. I believe we will not wait too long. "

"Then the independence ceremony?" Evans was a little confused, and the presence of his immediate boss made him find the backbone.

"In principle, Somaliland's independence will continue. Tell Egal, Lasman and others about the difficulties we are facing now." Alan Wilson said lightly, "We will not treat the local residents without conclusive evidence. Some harm, this reassures the two, other things can be discussed."

The trusteeship period has expired, and Somaliland's upcoming independence is so important that it cannot be terminated just because of the death of a minister. Otherwise, where is the authority of the United Nations? Anyway, what needs to be done still needs to be done.

"Let's wait for the country to deal with it." Putting on the coquettish purple mask, Alan Wilson turned and went back the same way. Sadness is absolutely sad. After all, he is a British minister, but as an indomitable adult man, he can't show this kind of sadness. Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his face, which was also what he pursued.

An important cabinet minister, killed in the street in the colonial capital, Alan Wilson was to blame, and he locked himself up with Heidi Lamarr as his own punishment.

This is real life. Henceforth, the favorite quiet, tranquility, sweetness, and peace will be the prelude to death, or worse, a prelude to lies.

"Your wife will definitely come. She can't remain indifferent to such a big event." Heidi Lamarr, who was attached to a man like a pendant, still hadn't gotten out of the lingering fear during the day, with a look of horror on her face , "If she loves you, she will come right away."

"Actually, it's not necessary." Alan Wilson doesn't pay much attention to such things. Men and women think differently after all. "There are always various accidents in life. Anyway, I don't care about such things. I have a wife and children, and you are with me, so I am not so afraid of death."

Reaching out to pinch the man in protest, Heidi Lamarr stared into Alan Wilson's eyes and murmured tearfully, "You're amazing, you're lofty, you're fearless, but you also have to think about what other people think. It happens I would be sad on you."

At this time in the United Kingdom, the news of the death of Duncan, the Minister of Commonwealth Affairs, had appeared in the newspapers. Earlier, at the cabinet meeting, the Prime Minister and all the ministers were taken aback, and immediately decided to launch an investigation. At the same time, the Churchill family, Duncan's widow, was notified.

The British mainland passenger plane took off immediately, along with Alan Wilson's wife and sister-in-law, Ms. Pamela Mountbatten and Princess Margaret.

Heidi Rama's estimates were somewhat conservative, and even Alan Wilson himself was surprised. In this case, the princess came to Somaliland? Still a little too impulsive! Love brain attack?

The family members and Duncan's widow came to Hargeisa. Churchill's daughter Sarah also saw her husband's body.

"Where is the murderer?" Sarah asked with red eyes, "My husband was killed in the street, what were you doing at that time?"

"What are you talking about?" Princess Margaret became reluctant when she heard this, and defended her brother-in-law. "No one wants this kind of thing to happen. There is no point in accusing it now."

This is a wrong statement. Alan Wilson is very willing for such a thing to happen. He has more than 4 billion pounds of overseas assets, let alone a minister, even a prime minister. He dares to go up and give it a try.

"We found two bullet casings and some evidence, and captured some suspects, but so far there is not much evidence to lock down the criminal." Alan Wilson, who knew that the real criminal had long since disappeared, told lies with his eyes open, telling the current objective Difficulties in conditions, concerns of international public opinion, everything should be considered in the long term.

"Don't talk about that, as long as you're safe." Pamela Mountbatten looked relieved, seeing that her husband was safe and sound, she didn't want to care about other things at all.

"You... and Her Royal Highness don't need to come here at all. Go and have a good rest first." Alan Wilson touched his wife's cheek and comforted softly, "It must have not rested well, so don't be so flustered in the future."

"Do you still want to do it later?" Pamela Mountbatten muttered in a low voice, tightly clutching her husband's arm and not letting go.

As for the matter of investigating the cause of the minister's death and locking down the suspects, it is natural that people from MI6 will do it.

Hargeisa, under curfew, was silent at night, but many people still couldn't sleep and were busy with a series of follow-up reactions.

Duncan's widow has followed him into the body and returned to London immediately. It is estimated that there will be some reports of a glorious life. This is the way in this world. Often when a person dies, all shortcomings disappear at once, and everyone becomes respected. great character.

After communicating with London, Alan Wilson got a consensus that the process of Somaliland's independence will continue. Of course, whoever assassinated Duncan should also be investigated together. The withdrawal of the British army may have to be suspended for a while. Somaliland is about to usher in nominal independence, but the British army will not withdraw for the time being.

This is a compromise method~lightnovelpub.net~ but it is also the most practical at the moment. Alan Wilson asked whether another minister should replace Duncan to preside over the independence ceremony of Somaliland. time.

This suggestion has not received a reply. Obviously, for high-risk areas, ministers also seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. What is certain is that Duncan's death will deal a heavy blow to the Churchill family's power in the Conservative Party.

The dead are dead, and the life of the living must go on. Alan Wilson inherited the minister's behest with a heavy heart, and officially announced Somaliland's independence from the United Kingdom a few days later.

After good communication and mutual understanding, Egal and Lasman, who were promoted to president and prime minister, announced that they would launch an investigation into the assassination of the British minister. Stability in Somaliland.

Immediately, thirty-five countries, including a certain major country, announced their recognition of Somaliland's independence, adding one more member of the United Nations.

"Involving the military?" Alan Wilson held the preliminary investigation report. "This result is not what London wants. If it is submitted, such a hasty judgment may not be suitable for publication."