The two-legged ones must not be able to escape four legs. Rock originally wanted to use a handsome flying pounce to take the robber down, but considering the new clothes on his body, Rock still used a simple method.

Just when the two-wheeled carriage was just catching up with the robbers, Rock stood on the carriage and kicked the running robbers away.

The kick was a bit fierce. The robbers who were running wildly did not pay attention to the carriage getting closer and closer. After all, it was impossible for the police to hire a carriage to catch the thief. Generally, if they were not arrested on the spot, the case would become a headless unsolved case. The police could not solve the case at all. Not to mention a small robbery, even a more serious murder case would not be solved.

Yes, the efficiency of police officers these days is so low. Rock doesn’t know what the police’s case-solving rate these days, but it must be less than 10%. In other words, only one case can be closed in every ten cases, and the rest are piled up in the archives.

The Cape Town Police Department archives have three rooms in total, and unsolved cases are piled up, and the index alone fills a cabinet.

The unprepared robber was kicked away, and his body was like a bison hit by a train. He hit the stone wall on the side of the road and then collapsed to the ground along the stone wall.

Rock jumped out of the car and checked the robber who had fallen into a deep coma. Then he picked up the female clutch at the robber's hand and gently flicked off some dust stained on it.

"Thank you, police officer." The girl finally caught up with her breathlessly. She wore a white veil on her head and a complex white long skirt. The gloves on her hands directly put on her whole arm. Although the girl did not wear jewelry, she could still tell that this should be a lady, but for some reason she had no followers around her.

Don’t get me wrong, the “lady” here is the kind of ladies from wealthy families, not the wild warbler who sells laughter in the red light district.

"You're welcome, this is what I should do. I'm happy to serve you. I hope you can go to the police station to make a record at the right time." Rock spoke appropriately. No matter who the other party was, as long as it did not offend Rock, Rock would give it the respect it deserves.

"I'm free now - he won't die, right?" The girl seemed to have stars flashing in her eyes. If she were an ordinary policeman, the girl might not be able to cooperate like this, but when facing a gentleman who had just helped her and dressed properly, the girl would always subconsciously lower her bottom line.

"No, it's just a coma, he deserves his sin." Rock had no mercy on the criminals. In Rock's view, all crimes must be punished in the most severe way. Rock did not like the British, but agreed with the British's actions on this point.

Of course, Rock agreed with the attitude of the British towards crime in this era. In Cape Town, the British never ruthlessly deal with crimes. Even if it is just theft, the British would throw criminals on Robben Island. Whether they have the ability to live until the end of their sentence depends on fate, which is a world of difference from the British in the 21st century.

The 21st century Britain -

It would be better if Rock didn't mention it. In his previous life, he only knew two place names, one was Telford and the other was Rotherham. However, Rock believed that the so-called "devil's cave" in the UK was definitely not only these two. These two were notorious because they were discovered.

Since the girl was willing to go to the police station to take notes, Rock asked the girl to get on the carriage, threw the robber who was still unconscious onto the luggage rack behind the carriage, and then sat next to the girl.

"Mr. Police, are you Roman?" The girl was very curious about Rock. Many white people also had black hair, most of whom were Roman descendants.

Compared with ordinary Orientals, Rock's face is more three-dimensional, which is the so-called "sculptural sense". Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the girl thinks that Rock is a descendant of Rome.

"No, I am a Chinese." Luo Keyi said righteously. Rome has already destroyed its country, and it is not as good as my Qing Dynasty. There is nothing worth pretending to be.

"Then you must be a noble!" The girl was determined and did not accept Rock's other statements. She probably wouldn't have thought that if she was a noble, how could she be a policeman in the police station?

This explanation is normal. In the general impression, the nobles should receive a higher degree of education, be meticulous in their personal manners, be considerate in dealing with people, and be compassionate to the weak. In short, the nobles meet all the definitions of prince charming by girls.

In this regard, Rock just smiled and didn't explain. Although Rock came from a civilian family, if measured by the standards of this era, Rock could really be classified as a noble.

The simple reason is that in the 21st century universities, by level, are similar to those in the Imperial College of the Qing Dynasty. The Imperial College of the Qing Dynasty trained all the reserve officials, and after graduation they become officials, they are definitely privileged.

When he arrived at the police station, Rock arranged for someone to throw the robber who was still unconscious into the cell, and then arranged for someone to take the girl to take the transcript. He was about to leave the police station and happened to meet Henry who was about to get off work.

"Low-Lok?" Henry seemed to have been sleeping in the office all morning. He didn't know what was pressing his face, and a strange figure was pressed out, and his hair was a little scattered. Of course, Henry didn't notice this. Henry looked at the well-dressed Rock. It was obvious that he didn't expect that Rock would be so "right" when he put on formal clothes.

"Isn't today a rest day?" Rock was very curious. Henry has never been a hardworking person. Not to mention rest days, Henry is also accustomed to being late and leaving early on weekdays.

"Locke, you can actually wear a dress - no, I mean, you can actually wear a dress - no, I actually want to say, you actually have a dress -" Henry was incoherent, not sure what he wanted to say to Rock.

"What do you want to say? It's off-get off work time now, isn't it normal for me to wear it like this?" Rock was not entangled in this issue. He didn't care about the sky and the earth. What do you care about what I wear when I get off-get off work? As long as you don't go out to run naked.

"It's normal-" Henry hadn't figured it out yet, and he put his hat in his armpits and scratched his head hard, and his hair became even more messy: "In a few days, the governor will hold a dinner party. The inspector asked me to come and let our commando take charge of the security of the dinner. I'm having a headache. You're here just right, you go and think of a solution."

The Governor's Dinner!

No wonder Henry was sleeping worriedly in the office. The police would definitely not appear at the dinner held by the Governor, as it would affect the mood of the big shots who attended the banquet.

But security personnel are indispensable. At this turbulent time, no one can guarantee whether there are any rebels in Cape Town. Henry was worried about this problem just now.

The problem is solved now.
Chapter completed!