Dakar, Saint Napoleon street!

This is a: French street!

That is to say, the rumored black people and dogs are not allowed to enter. According to the requirements of the French government, they have independent rights here.

As the saying goes: a country within a country!

You can even send soldiers to move around here, and you can also deploy weapons.

Therefore, many French departments in West Africa are located here, with more than 400 French people working here.

The conflict between Cambesto and the French happened too unexpectedly this time. The annihilation of the team of the Outlaw Legion also made the French here feel the gloom of the dark clouds.

In particular, armed men often drive pickup trucks and shoot at random at street intersections. Of course, they only point their guns at the sky, but the laughter continues.

There is a two-story building in the middle of the street with a French flag hanging on it. There are also signs of burning on the wall of the office on the west side.

Charles de Gaulle, France's plenipotentiary for Senegal and West Africa, sat in a chair a little tired, took off his glasses, and rubbed his temples with his thumbs.

A burst of quiet footsteps came in from outside the door. Before de Gaulle opened his eyes, he felt a pair of hands pressing on his shoulders.

He just leaned over with tacit understanding, rubbed the other person's wrist with his cheek, and whispered softly, "Marlene, are they leaving?"

The woman standing behind is very attractive. She is de Gaulle's secretary. The French are naturally romantic, but they are just disloyal to their families. As long as a woman is around, they will always fall in love with her.

The French view this as romance.

"I'm leaving, but..." Marlene looked a little hesitant.

"Are they very dissatisfied with me?" De Gaulle said with a wry smile. The female secretary remained silent, apparently acquiescing.

"What do those businessmen know? They asked us to resolve the misunderstanding with Cambesto? This is why we bow our heads and admit our mistakes! France will never be wrong in Africa!" De Gaulle's mood suddenly came up. He slapped the table angrily and cursed loudly.

With.

Marlene quickly comforted him.

De Gaulle was also very fierce in front of women. When he faced representatives of some big companies just now, he almost shrank and turned into a tortoise!

What men like to do most is to show their bravery in front of the opposite sex, but too much exaggeration is very stupid!

"What are you going to do?" Marlene asked directly. The relationship between the two made de Gaulle almost have no reservations about her. He frowned, "I don't know, but Paris is very angry about this, especially those idiots.

Soldiers died in battle…”

Maybe you feel that this adjective is not good at this point. Although you have always felt this way in your heart, you can't say it out loud. Poor people hate others saying they are poor. They will argue that they are not poor, but that society, era, and background prevent them from changing.

rich.

Ridiculing yourself and being laughed at by others are two different things. Europeans and Americans like to talk about human rights the most, but they themselves are the biggest oppressors.

"Those bodies should be brought back now. Some photos have appeared on the streets of Paris. You know how much this affects me." De Gaulle said.

"The Africans are not easy to get along with..." Marlene said.

Just when de Gaulle had a headache, the phone on the table rang. He picked it up, and his expression slowly became solemn and happy, "I understand, let him in."

After hanging up the phone, de Gaulle said in surprise, "Marlene! God has heard our prayers, and those unlucky soldiers are back."

…

"Go in, sir." The captain in French military uniform handed Gao Jun's passport back and saluted him with a serious face. He looked at the corpse on the pickup truck with a serious expression, "Thank you for sending them back."

"No, they are heroes, I admire them very much!" Gao Jun, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said seriously, nodding towards Tonikov, who stepped on the clutch, and the pickup truck slowly drove into the street.

Under the guidance of the police, we entered the public office building.

"La Marseillaise" was played from the speakers, filling the surrounding area, and there was a bit of sadness in the air.

You can see dozens of people standing on the steps, with soldiers standing on both sides, all with solemn faces and sad expressions.

"The bitch started acting again." Gao Jun looked at the scene in front of him and said softly, only two people could hear him.

He opened the door and got out of the car, and the soldiers standing on both sides came over and began to collect the bodies in the pickup truck in an orderly manner.

"Mr. Nicholas? Thank you! Thank you very much!" De Gaulle held Gao Jun's wrist and said sincerely, and then he walked to the pickup truck like a tired old man, with tears in his eyes. It's true!

Gao Jun swore that he saw the old man crying.

Damn it!

It's really good to act. Boss Gao feels numb all over. If he were a relative of these people and saw a big shot crying for his child, I'm afraid...

A sudden thought came to Gao Jun's mind, and then he stopped this thought. Everyone has his own ability to live. People who do nothing can only sell their poor bodies and consciences. But I have to say, maybe you think politicians are hypocritical.

But the post-war pension was real.

Everyone has his own different uses. Now that he is dead, maybe it would be nice to get some money for his family and improve his life?

Don't blame society. Screws have different functions. Some screws are on aircraft carriers, some are on toilet lids, that's all.

These corpses were collected, put into coffins, and transported to France!

Over there, Mr. President, we are also going to hold a performance conference.

"Mr. Nicholas, come and sit in my office." De Gaulle wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, looked at Gao Jun, and said in a gentle tone.

With the support of the secretary, he followed the two of them up the stairs. Behind him, Gao Jun's eyes swayed back and forth between Marlene and De Gaulle. Whose secretary would be so close?

Entering the office, de Gaulle suddenly said, "Marlene, please go out first. I will talk to Mr. Nicholas about something."

The female secretary glanced at Gao Jun, then nodded obediently, twisted her waist and walked out, closing the door behind her, but her expression slowly became serious as the door cracked.

She looked around, then walked to the office next door, locked the door with her backhand, and took down a book from the bookcase on the wall. She could see a small hole behind it. Marlene stood on tiptoes and held it with both hands.

Holding the cabinet, half-squinting his eyes, he looked inside.

Several books blocked most of the view, but Gao Jun and de Gaulle could still be vaguely seen sitting on the sofa.

"Cambesto asked you to come, is there anything you want to say?"

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Chapter completed!