My own war game

Chapter 344 Agent

Surprisingly, upon seeing the sudden intruder, Erwin Morrison, who had been shouting, calmed down.

The mayor spread his hands directly where the other party could see them, sat up straight again, looked into the other party's eyes and asked, "Ms. Erica's housekeeper? What are you going to do?"

"I'm a little surprised that your opening remarks didn't even ask how I got in."

He Chi looked at the other person with interest. "I like your style. Even if we have different positions, communicating with smart people is always an efficient thing."

Having said this, the Oriental man put away his pistol, threw the grenade aside, straightened his collar, and sat down opposite the mayor.

The guy opposite was like a small civil servant who came to report on his work, but Mr. Morrison knew that the other party was not really lax. He just expressed an attitude - I can do something to you at any time if I want to, and I don't need to be deliberately alert.

"Okay, let's get straight to the point." He Chi also spread his hands. "You just called me Ms. Erica's housekeeper. Does that mean you don't recognize her identity as a royal princess?"

"Until there is solid evidence, I remain skeptical. Moreover, even the real British royal family has no right to dictate what happens to the Port of Cape Town," the mayor said in a deep voice.

"It's a very pragmatic statement." He Chi nodded and did not deny it. "The title of Commonwealth country is just a hat on the head, which will fly away with the wind. But when it comes to matters of justice, it depends on who you are talking to."

He Chi leaned forward, stared at the other person, and said in a bewitching voice, "Don't you think today's incident is a good opportunity for you?"

The mayor had an idea

"what do you mean?"

Orientals stand up and look down at each other

"Erwin Morrison, born into a small Dutch noble family, came to Cape Town fifteen years ago and climbed up the mayoralty step by step. He has accumulated a lot of wealth and has command over half of the military and police. At the same time, through political bribery, at least one-third of the local senators are your supporters. Am I right?"

The mayor said nothing. It was obvious that the other party had investigated him, which meant that they were well prepared this time.

"But your career probably ends here." He Chi shook his head as if he felt sorry for the other party.

"Dan Hale is the current Prime Minister of South Africa. His National Party of South Africa has an absolute advantage in the country. Unfortunately, you are not in his core circle. If there is no major change, your political ceiling will be to stay in Cape Town and be a local emperor."

"What does this have to do with you?" The mayor regretted his words as soon as he opened his mouth. By doing so, he was implicitly admitting that the other party's guess was correct.

"Of course it is related." He Chi smiled mysteriously. "Your Highness's speech this morning cut off the shackles of the territorial country. The riots of the Cape Town Aboriginals provided an appropriate opportunity. You have the resources in your hands, don't you want to do something in accordance with public opinion? For example..."

The Oriental man leaned over and whispered in the other's ear, "How about launching a popular revolution and supporting a new prime minister? Or maybe you can do it directly?"

Erwin Morrison felt like an electric current was running through his body. The voice of the guy opposite him was like the devil whispering in his ear, digging out his inner desires bit by bit.

But the mayor still retained his sanity. He shook his head and said, "It's impossible. I don't have the support of the locals..."

"You don't have to worry about that," He Chi interrupted him directly, "My companion, Mr. Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela, is the legal heir of the Thembu family. He has a broad base among the local people. He will make up for all your shortcomings among the masses."

"Mandela?" The mayor knew this guy. He was a rare intellectual among the local ethnic group, and his outstanding performance in the previous court debate was also impressive. But how did he get involved with the British?

The mayor tried to ask "He is..."

"He is someone approved by Her Highness Margaret." The Oriental man said in a mysterious voice. But it was this concise explanation that instantly closed the logic in Mayor Morrison's mind.

That's it!

Understood! Got it all!

It turns out that the British knew that their influence was in name only, but they did not want to give up their interests in South Africa, so they prepared to support local indigenous forces as their agents.

First they instigated civil unrest, then refreshed local politics in the name of national liberation, while the royal family acted as puppeteers behind the scenes.

This way, you can gain a good reputation and regain control of your underwater interests.

It was truly a brilliant political move, and the person who formulated the plan was extremely courageous, even sending direct descendants of the royal family to take part in the event in order to ensure its success.

It is worthy of the work of an old empire!
If I could take this opportunity to move to a higher level...

Wait, calm down!
Revealing the cards first is definitely the behavior of a third-rate gambler, the mayor kept reminding himself.

He forced himself to calm down and tried to speak again, "Excuse me, Mr. Prime Minister's South African National Party controls the vast majority of troops. What if the other side uses armed force to suppress them?"

"Most of the troops?" The Oriental man in front of him suddenly laughed. "Then among this majority, which ones pose the greatest threat to you?"

The mayor hesitated for a moment and said, "Navy, Cape Town is the base of the National Navy. There are two cruisers and a destroyer anchored in the port. If necessary, they can bombard my mayor's residence at any time."

The Oriental man stood up with a smile and pushed open the window of the room. "Mr. Mayor, you really have good taste. The office can even overlook the harbor in the distance. This saves us a lot of trouble."

"What do you mean?" The mayor stood up and looked out the window involuntarily.

As far as the eye can see, in the distance is the deep-water berth of Cape Town Port, where the 5000-ton light cruiser Durban is docked, and next to it is its sister ship Scarborough.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun shone obliquely on the upper part of the ship, as if it was covered with a golden curtain.

Suddenly, all the seabirds around flew up!

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

A deafening explosion was heard from the port area. The flames that shot up into the sky enveloped the two cruisers one after another, and the sailors on the dock fled in panic.

BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!
In another direction, suddenly a fire snake danced, and more than a dozen things with smoke tails howled and flew out from the foot of the mountain and plunged into the military camp next to the port.

A small armored vehicle unit was attacked by rockets from an unknown direction, and all the armored vehicles, including a Crusader tank, were destroyed on the spot.

The mayor clenched his fists tightly.

(End of this chapter)