The two "plague gods" were sent out of the company, and there were indeed policemen in the aisle, and more than one.

The leader was a tall and big black man with a gun on his waist and a police badge symbolizing a detective. The other several were wearing bulletproof vests and live ammunition. One of them actually carried a fully automatic rifle.

The detective seemed to be very familiar with the one with Han surname and was very enthusiastic about the one with Han surname. He shook hands with the one with Han surname and whispered a few words. Then he and his subordinates escorted the one with Han surname into the elevator, and disappeared from sight in a blink of an eye.

They came prepared!

Wang Mengfan stood by the door for a long time before he recovered before saying in panic: "Xinyi, I have something to do, go out first."

"What should I do with today's order?" The clerk was confused.

"Look for Zou Qi."

...

Meanwhile, the black detective who had just arrived at the parking lot was asking frowningly: "It's very dangerous there, are you sure you want to go?"

"Urnst, I know it's awkward to you, but you have to go."

"Oh my God, why do you think of going to that ghost place?"

Chen Wei's black sheep can play the tiger's skin as a banner, and Han Bo can do it too.

The black police superintendent (who did not change his rank at the time) did not come to the Huayang customs declaration company, but came to pick up Han Bo at the request of the Chinese Consulate General in Johannesburg, asking them to reveal it at the door of the customs declaration company, which would have some deterrent effect on the Huayang customs declaration company, especially the customs declaration company boss Wang Mengfan.

There is a reason why he can bring people here.

Two years ago, as a member of the delegation of the State Police of South Africa, he was invited by the Ministry of Public Security to visit China, visit the Public Security Bureau, BJ Municipal Public Security Bureau and other units. Later, he took his family to China in his personal capacity. Every time he went there, he was warmly entertained by his Chinese colleagues. He liked China, which has a history of 5,000 years, and was amazed at the achievements of China's reform and opening up from the bottom of his heart.

The Consulate General in Joburg will invite him any activities. The Chinese and overseas Chinese in the consulate were robbed or kidnapped, and he was the first person he thought of. The county magistrate is worse than being in charge. When dealing with some emergency incidents, finding him is often more effective than meeting officials from the South African Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and he is also very helpful.

It is worth mentioning that he even learned a few words of Mandarin.

Every Spring Festival, he would call the Consul General and wish him New Year's greetings in poor Mandarin. It would be an exaggeration to describe him as "a good friend of the Chinese people".

He is not very high in position and has little authority. He has accumulated a lot of vicious cases to be solved and is already busy. He hopes that a detective supervisor like him will help investigate the true identity of "Ming Ge" and the whereabouts of economic criminal Yu Qingfang is not realistic.

Making friends is not easy, and you can’t make things difficult for others. You have to rely on yourself to find someone.

Han Bo had made up his mind and said with a wry smile: "Urnst, I have made an appointment with him and I can't speak without trust. It doesn't matter if you don't have time, I can ask Li and the others to send me there."

"Han, stop kidding. I know that Li has a few subordinates who are familiar with that neighborhood, but they are only familiar with each other. I don't want to lose friends. Forget it, I'll send you there, I'll find a few more people."

Han Bo insisted on going to the Alexander ghetto where the worst security in Joburg was, a black area that was more dangerous than Soweto. In addition to local black people, black people in the surrounding countries also gathered there. That neighborhood fell into the hands of drug dealers, gangsters, pimps and prostitutes, and was synonymous with crime and chaos.

When Chinese people in South Africa who have been doing business for many years will shake their heads when they mention the Alexander region. They will never go there, and they will go away from home if they have any problems. There is a saying in the Chinese community in Joburg that if they break into Alexander without permission, if they are lucky, they will come out naked and die in it if they are not lucky.

Even the most authoritative South African travel tips say this: You have no reason to go to the above areas, whether it is dining, shopping, or even shopping, you can go to more charming large shopping malls (there are many first-class indoor or semi-indoor shopping malls all over South Africa).

The Chinese kept their distance and dared not go in.

The same is true for the police. When encountering situations where there is no way to go in, they will as many police forces as possible, put on bulletproof vests, carry enough ammunition, and go in carefully like fighting, and catch the suspect or evacuate quickly after completing the search mission.

Ernst was facing a big enemy. He took out his cell phone and made several calls. He opened the trunk of the car to take out a bulletproof vest and put it on. He knew that Han Bo and his two were wearing bulletproof vests in their shirts. He also knew that Han Bo could not have a gun on his body. Thinking about it, he took out a pistol with a condom from the trunk and stuffed it into Han Bo's hand, "Hold it, I hope it won't be used."

"Thank you." Han Bo was not polite either. He pulled out the magazine and checked it. Don't take it to your waist.

I have seen many major scenes for several years abroad, but I have never experienced such a thing.

Liu Xincun was really a little embarrassed. Look at Han Bo, then look at the black policeman busy checking his equipment. He gritted his teeth and got into the police car, secretly praying not to meet the vicious gangsters and not to have fierce gun battles.

Three police cars slowly drove out of the parking lot. Wang Mengfan, who had just followed him quietly, saw everything, but was afraid of being discovered and dared not approach him. He didn't know what they had said just now. He directly thought that the South African police were going to help mainland police arrest people.

The Han surname said "One of the Internet", God knows whether his words are true or not.

Besides, "opening the Internet" has a promising future. I have to give those companies an explanation, and I can explain how I can explain it except for paying money and apologizing. But I just revealed some news to Chen Wei, just wanting to drive more business through this method. Everything that happens later has nothing to do with Huayang Customs Declaration.

All the money for extortion was divided by Chen Wei, Indians and a group of bad policemen. Why did they make themselves pay for the money? And they have extorted so many companies, it is not a small amount of money!

If Chen Wei was caught by the Han surname, there would be evidence for the Han surname and would be determined to be instructed by him.

Wang Mengfan became more and more scared as he thought about it. He felt that he could not stay here for a long time. He got into the car and called his wife: "Azhen, pack up his things and prepare his passport. I'll book a plane ticket and go back to Taiwan today."

...

Just as Wang Mengfan was like a frightened bird, busy handing over the customs declaration shop to his relatives and preparing to take his wife back to Taiwan to avoid the limelight, Han Bo and his party had arrived at the intersection of the Alexander District, met with the four black policemen whom Ernst called on the phone, got out of the car, and walked in.

"Roger, past!"

"Doni, the palace behind!"

"Grant, pay attention to the direction at three o'clock."

Two yellow-skinned people broke in under the escort of a group of policemen, and black people on the roadside looked vigilant.

Just after walking two or three hundred meters in, Han Bo noticed that there seemed to be several people doing transactions in a black iron house next to him. The scene was a bit like the white-pink trading scene in the movie. He also noticed that a group of uninvited guests suddenly broke in, and four or five black people with flesh-faced faces came out.

Today, I was not here to catch drug dealers. Ernst stared at them, blocking the bad gazes of the blacks with his strong body, grabbed the gun that was pinned to his waist with his right hand, and put his left hand on Han Bo's shoulder, pushing Han Bo to speed up.

It is said that there are more than 100,000 black people in the Alexander region. Whenever there is any disturbance, they will all gather together. It is false to say that they are not nervous. Although Han Bo's face is not changing and his steps are very steady, his heartbeat still accelerates with a "bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang

Liu Xincun's psychological quality is far less good than Han Bo. He was sweating in his palms and his legs were trembling involuntarily. The black policeman Billy might have seen his nervousness and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, this street is full of my friends."

It seemed that in order to make the two diplomats feel more at ease, Billy, with Ernst's approval, called his former neighbor Grande, a black man with a beard, and led Han Bo and the other two to "go shopping".

The Alexandria region gives people the impression that it is dilapidated, with sewage flowing along the roadside and garbage piled up. The messy tin houses are leaning against each other, and various mobile vendors are parked on the roadside. Children run around and play on the roadside, while adults gather in groups to listen to music, chat about home, or drink beer.

As soon as he walked out of the alley, a pair of black brothers who were barbecuing at the entrance of the alley greeted Grande enthusiastically.

Grande introduced them that Han Bo and his Chinese friends were his black brothers, and the black brothers stretched out their thick palms and shook hands friendly with Han Bo.

Seeing Liu Xincun bringing a camera, several black children playing on the roadside pose in various positions and asking Liu Xincun to take photos of them. Black people have an innate sense of camera and desire to express themselves. Not only children, but even adults in the black area will come up to say "shot!shot!" when they see the camera, which means they want to take pictures.

Walking on slippers, Billy and Grande took everyone to introduce themselves while walking.

This is a barber shop, a small bar, this is the oldest tree in the village, this is Aunt Kuna who is doing housework... Almost everyone who sees Han Bo and the other two will rush to shake hands, say "hoareyou", and say hello enthusiastically.

I met a black man dressed by an artist and didn't invite everyone to go to his loudspeaker to enjoy rock; Dona, who was honest and honest in a baseball cap, always followed everyone to say enthusiastically that he hoped that his Chinese friends would have a happy life in South Africa; Gucci, the only black photographer on this street, came to take photos with his film camera;

There was even a group of black teenagers playing football on the street, kicking the worn-out football to Han Bo's feet and inviting Han Bo to play street football...

Is this the black area where criminals gather in the rumor?

Han Bo gradually relaxed and felt like he was walking in a small town in China, with enthusiastic and simple residents everywhere.

The destination is on the street next door, which is where foreign blacks gather and the most dangerous place!
Chapter completed!