America's Big Hero

I, Sean, am now also the one who was sacrificed in the injustice, which is outrageous.

"I let them go, not everyone has to learn!" Sean said awkwardly.

"There is only one Tuareg in the world."

"What about the terrorists?"

"You heard that terrorists attacked rich people, and they only killed civilians!" Lorraine said with a cold face.

Uh... ok.

Xiao En thought about it, and it was true that terrorist organizations would not dare to issue such orders to attack rich people.

A high-level terrorist is not the same as a terrorist.

Sean was really angry, but now that he really wanted to kill them all, he couldn't give this order.

He is not afraid, he is accompanied by more than a dozen bodyguards every day, but what about his women and children?

Can't everyone be surrounded by a group of bodyguards!

The Tuagre people, who are at the bottom, have no culture, can't see their first day, and the average age of men is less than 40. In this world, they are the bottom of the bottom, but they are so ruthless!

It's really terrible, you want others, but you want your own!

"Let me tell you, I'm not afraid of the Tuaregs, I respect their traditions!" Sean stared at Lorraine and said loudly.

Lorraine pursed her lips and smiled, "Yes, yes, respecting other people's traditions, Mr. Xiao En is the most pure and kind."

"I suspect that you are mocking me, and you already have the evidence." Sean said with a black face.

Lorraine walked out, and those injured received fairly good treatment, and they had to be released anyway, so it might as well be a little more generous.

As for Musa, he was dead, and he knew it himself, and he wanted to give Sean an explanation.

"The man was wearing a robe, looked like an Arab, and gave five million..." Everything he knew was said, but he really didn't know much.

After arriving in South Africa, the weapons were ready, and there was enough food for half a month in the room. The time and address of the attack was notified by phone, and then it disappeared.

The report was sent to Sean, and I didn't feel good after reading it all. Just like that, let a group of enemies go?

"Do you have a goal?" Sean looked up at Armstrong.

"There's no clue, based on motivation, that it could be the South African government, they don't want black people to get the vote," Armstrong said.

"I also said that black people are the strongest outside the city. In order to plant blame on the South African government, I hope we will fight with the government." Sean rolled his eyes.

Armstrong shrugged, "It may be Europeans, or Americans. There are so many interests. Everyone wants to cut more cakes. Now you are the target of public criticism. If they can share the cake, if not, you will rush to the front line. Nothing wrong."

"Oh, by the way, Namibia and Botswana are both possible. They want South Africa to decline!"

Fuck Fake!

Ordinary cases are easy to solve, but the most annoying thing is that when politics is involved, especially when international politics are involved, all kinds of ghosts and monsters will appear, and your closest partner may be the person who stabbed you in the back.

"I think it's the niggers!" Sean said viciously.

Armstrong: ? ? ?

You're working with those niggers, you're allies, they're your best friends!

Sean squinted at Armstrong, "What's the problem?"

"No, those niggers did it. Only they know that you are going there today, boss, and know the exact time and route. Who else would it be if it wasn't them!" Armstrong immediately changed his attitude, and said with hatred on his face: "In their In my eyes, white people have no good things, and they can be bitten by white dogs... Ahem, letting white people fight among themselves is the biggest motive, the evidence is conclusive and irrefutable."

"Very well, I'll give you two days to produce evidence and make it public!" Sean nodded in satisfaction.

If he doesn't squeeze more oil from these niggers this time, he will never let it go!

As for the mastermind behind the scenes...

Chapter 550: Changing Faces

Sean, the black hand behind the scenes, must investigate to the end.

But he also knew that it was almost impossible to find out the truth about this matter.

The man he is now is not the man he was then.

The things that I participated in back then were at most one city and one city, and at most reached the state level. The forces in all aspects were not that complicated, and everyone was purely for making some money.

It's just a business of tens of millions or hundreds of millions. As for politics, it's at best a sideshow.

On the other hand, now, South Africa is involved in all national-level forces, and these forces are not black and white, they are very complicated, and there is no way to simply judge who is an ally.

Take the United States as an example.

What the U.S. government wants is to interrupt South Africa's development momentum and completely reduce Africa to a place of raw material production and dumping.

On this basis, Xiao En hopes that South Africa will retain a certain amount of industrial capacity, and can complete the rough processing of minerals in South Africa, saving more manpower and material resources, and reducing costs.

Some American capital found that there is no future in the country, the industry is monopolized, and the consortium suppresses them. They are eager to find emerging markets. These people hope that South Africa will get better and better, so let them take this express train.

Some idealists in the United States who have been brainwashed by the so-called liberal democracy really want to liberate black people, and there are black politicians behind them.

The United States, thousands of miles away, has so many calculations, not to mention South Africa itself.

There is no way to judge who is behind the scenes from the motive and profit side, which is too difficult.

……

Are there no coincidences in the world?

There are still some!

The next day, Sean was surprised to find out that the South African government had held a press conference before Armstrong started to testify.

Yesterday about 20 armed Humvees rampaged through the streets. The machine guns on the roof and the yellow-orange ammunition chains were clearly seen by many people. TV news, newspapers, and radio reported it one after another. This incident caused a lot of trouble.

Especially in this special period, the government is under a lot of pressure, and it is normal to stand up and deal with public relations immediately.

It's just that the efficiency of the government in Sean's impression is not so high.

Well, most of them are lagging behind. No matter which country you are in, it’s not that you don’t understand that letting things ferment will bring greater damage. It’s that once the government ends, it’s a final conclusion. If you make a mistake, it will consume credibility, so you must be cautious .

Let the bullets fly for a while and see where it goes.

"Yesterday, the world's richest man, philanthropist, Mr. Sean Rockefeller suffered a terrorist attack in the suburbs of Cape Town. The attackers used RPG Barabara..."

"The attackers completely ignored the South African government and destroyed the investment environment. They were brutal and brutal, which shamed the South African government. The South African government is at odds with terrorists..."

"According to our investigation, the Tuagregs who attacked were employed by a black independent organization, and they deliberately leaked Mr. Sean's whereabouts...in an attempt to undermine South Africa's friendly international environment."

At the press conference, this man almost pointed at the nose of the black chief of South Africa and said that you did it, which made Sean laugh.

"Hey, Armstrong, stop." Sean stopped yesterday's plan without any consideration, "Change the plan, and let's hold a press conference to explain the cause and effect of the matter... Yes, there is no need to conceal it Or to beautify, to be honest...yes, I want to create an image of a victim, ah bah, I am a victim, what kind of shaping."

"We lost so many people, someone has to pay for it."

"Don't mention any suspicious targets. We trust the South African government. Everything depends on the investigation results of the South African government. This is South Africa. We respect the South African government. We believe that they can catch terrorists and give us justice. The investment environment in South Africa is too bad. The locals are so rude."

"Why spare those Tuagregers?" Sean snorted, "How can my people die in vain!"

"They carried out terrorist attacks in the South African government. The South African government's fight against terrorists has nothing to do with me, Sean. Of course I kept my promise!"

"By the way, that Musa isn't dead yet, let him go and notify the South African government." After explaining clearly, Sean hung up the phone.

The original plan was to wait for the limelight to pass, and then Xiao En would secretly send someone to follow this group of people to track them down, find their gathering place, and kill them all quietly, but now there is no need for it.

The press conference was presided over by Lorraine. Sean was injured, very seriously. He was physically and mentally exhausted and stayed up all night in order to appease the women yesterday. Now he cannot appear in public at all.

After the press conference, the US embassy in South Africa promptly launched a diplomatic inquiry to the South African government, severely condemning the South African government's inaction, and asked them to solve the case as soon as possible to Sean and give the US an explanation.

On the other hand, my father, Lao Bu, was also interviewed in the White House, expressing his indignation at what happened in South Africa. The environment in South Africa is so harsh. If the South African government cannot guarantee domestic security, then the United States will issue a recall call to Americans in South Africa, and at the same time Out of the attitude of being responsible for the personal safety of American citizens, it ordered the grounding of planes to South Africa, and remained cautious about the entry of South Africans into the United States and some imports and exports.

To put it bluntly, if you don't fucking give me an explanation, then economic sanctions will be imposed!

The South African government did not expect such a strong reaction from the United States. Fortunately, it held a press conference immediately, and at the same time strengthened its determination to put this big hat on more strictly.

Yan Yang played very slippery with his own self-esteem.

Sean did not have any private communication with the South African government, but they cooperated very tacitly. According to the information released so far, the spearhead was directed at the Union of Non-Black Chiefs.

Pietra Adem couldn't sit still.

The eight chiefs were still guests at his side, and none of them admitted that the news was leaked from their own side, let alone hired someone to attack Xiao En.

Pietra Adem couldn't tell what was true, but that didn't stop him from calling Sean to apologize.

"I said this matter has nothing to do with us, believe it or not."

"What did you say?" Sean said in a cold voice, biting his back molars, holding the phone in one hand, and pressing Sophie Marceau's head with the other, don't stop.

Work and life balance.

"The anti-tank missiles are all used. If it weren't for my special car, I would be dead. Do you fucking understand!" Sean yelled into the phone.

"Don't talk to me, I'm not in the mood and I have no reason to talk to you about anything."

"Come to talk to me?"

"No, I don't see the slightest sincerity from you." After finishing speaking, the phone hung up with a snap.

Pietra Adem sighed and silently hung up the phone.

Since Xiao En answered the phone, it meant that the matter could be discussed, and when he hung up the phone, it meant that the baby was very angry and could not be easily coaxed.

When it comes to attitude, the old fox Pietra Adem must understand.

Sure enough, a day later, Pietra Adem brought eight other chiefs, more than 200 people into Cape Town.

Racial segregation, segregation is ordinary blacks, not their group of powerful people.

Of course, it’s not a bit of a benefit to Pietra Adem. Originally, the other chiefs didn’t quite agree with the amount he set, and they hated that he took too little and Sean took too much.

But the influence that Xiao En showed after being attacked this time made the chiefs completely shut up. They saw that the most powerful man in the world's largest country valued Xiao En so much.

South Africa is not the Middle East, and Rockefeller has little influence in South Africa, but the president of the United States is fully impressed in any corner of the world.

With Sean's help, the road to black suffrage will surely go smoothly.

There were more people meeting this time, but there was no sword-striking or verbal confrontation. Sean greeted them with a smile and showed no hostility. Pietra Adem and other black chiefs were also respectful and polite.

After all, the two parties are here to reach a cooperation, there is no need to pretend.

The negotiation soon came to a result. Originally, Sean was 3%, but now it has become 4%.

The 2% originally planned to be reserved for local white capital has become 1.5%, and the government has changed from 1% to 0.5%.

At the same time, they will form a lobbying team to cooperate with Sean's people to persuade black tribes in other parts of South Africa.

Again, Rockefeller has little influence in South Africa, and Sean has to rely on these local bosses to open up the situation in South Africa.

Of course, Sean can’t do nothing. He wants to persuade the US government to intervene in South African politics and hold up the banner of human rights. If the South African government refuses to grant equal voting rights to South African blacks, it will impose economic sanctions on South Africa and stop the cooperation between the two sides. import and export!

After the two parties reached an agreement, Lorraine turned around and held a press conference again, saying that the Black Chiefs Alliance personally came to find Sean to explain, and provided some unknown information. The person who betrayed Sean's whereabouts has been arrested Out.

A black man who believed in the YSL religion followed this clue and found that this person was connected with the YSL terrorist organization. They tried to create conflicts in South Africa and destroy the relationship between the government and foreign countries, the government and blacks, and foreign countries and blacks. It is convenient for them to take advantage of the chaos to expand the influence of YSL.

Any shit pot can be deducted to the YSL terrorist organization, a very good shit hole.

South African government: Don't you fucking say you trust the South African government?Respect the South African government, do you believe that the government can catch terrorists?

It's only been a few days!

As a businessman, how can you change your face faster than a politician!

Do you want to lose face?

The matter stopped in such an anticlimactic manner, and peace was negotiated there. Of course, the South African government will not follow up with the investigation.

the truth?

Who cares!

On Sean's side, with the help of a lobbying team composed of nine local chiefs, the speed of contact with other black forces is much faster, which makes many people feel uneasy and has nothing to do.

This time Sean learned his lesson and hid in Cape Town. The new black chief who joined the alliance would come to visit him in Cape Town.

After all, he had been attacked for a good reason, not just for show.

It's not that no one destroyed it, some people attacked the black chiefs who came to Cape Town, and they succeeded.

After that time, Sean transferred a [-]-man team to be responsible for the escort, and cooperated with the armed helicopter in the sky, let's see who the hell dares to come!

The South African government is disgusted by such publicity, but there is nothing they can do about Sean. As long as he raises a question, Sean will ask the South African government to find out who was behind the last attack...