Chapter 831: Changing Houses at a Big Deal (Part 1)

"Utility... If you say yes, then it is."

Van der Vaart has black lines, his parents have passed away long ago, how can he get used to it again, is it possible to resurrect them from the grave and do it all over again?

If there was such a means of resurrection from the dead, the upper echelons of the country would have already confessed Jack as a god.

The rainbow country can be said to be extremely magical among the countries in the world. The apartheid policy was still implemented more than 30 years ago. There should be political parties in the country, but feudalism is practiced in some tribes in the country.

For example, the Zulu clan, which accounts for one-fifth of the country's population, still retains chiefs, and they are the kind with absolute power.

It is a model of democracy, but also has feudal remnants, and it is a representative of equal rights, but also has a policy of discrimination against the Boers.

Very magical.

"Excuse me." Jian Hei Tibetan unceremoniously pushed open the container door.

"Squeak." The view in the room is pretty good. Windows are opened on both sides of the container, and the sunlight shines in through the windows, reflecting the desolation of wasteland punk inside the container.

There were still people in the house. In front of a pile of old furniture and electrical appliances, two and a half-year-old children stared at the black Tibetan who walked in.

"Who are you?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person." Jian Hei Tibetan raised his hands slightly, grinning his mouth to show his big white teeth, "You two little guys who can't lock the door casually, you will pay the price for your carelessness."

One is fat and the other is thin, one is tall and the other is short, one has black hair and the other has yellow hair. Even people with high myopia will not mistake them.

"Get out!" The fat child suddenly pulled out a dagger from under the worn-out furniture, fully demonstrating the bravery of a slum child.

"Alger, stop."

Van der Vaart walked in quickly from the outside, seeing the dagger in Xiaopang's hand, almost scared him out of his soul.

Alger put away his dagger when he saw the thin van der Vaart walk in, and the blond thin man next to him also put his hands behind his back in front of him.

"Edwin, that's a wrench, not a weapon... Occasionally it counts."

With a wrench in his hand, Edwin seemed to be waiting for an opportunity.

Although the two children are not very big, if they cooperate like this, they might really cause casualties.

The black Tibetan glanced at Van der Vaart: "These two little guys are more courageous than you."

"Mr. Jack, you are joking again." Van der Vaart was extremely grateful for his cowardice. If he hadn't been cowardly at that time, he might have been among the people who were sunk in the lake.

"Alger, Edwin, this is Mr. Jack, please don't be rude." Van der Vaart showed his majesty as an elder.

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old Van der Vaart does look more 'powerful' than the two twelve or thirteen-year-old children.

"Mr. Jack?" Alger the chubby was still vigilant, "Is he here to shoot a documentary, or someone from an international rescue organization?"

The status of white people and black people is reversed, which is a unique "landscape" in the whole world, so many people come to the Rainbow Kingdom with curiosity to find out.

"Me? I'm just a doctor." Jian Hei Tibetan was still unwilling to conceal his identity as a doctor, "Let me see if there is anything wrong with you two little fellows."

"Mr. Jack...they are my younger brothers, the ones who are not related by blood." Van der Vaart smiled wryly, his expression was as embarrassing as possible, "These two guys are very timid, and it's more important whether we have something now thing?"

The more important thing is how to deal with the aftermath. After all, all the people in the van were sent to the lake, and four people died.

Even if the Boers are just the most insignificant low-level residents living in this country, even if they call the police, most of them will not be willing to answer, but it is somewhat troublesome.

Those bastards also have families,

"Don't worry, they can't find any clues." Jian Hei Tibetan looked indifferent, this was just a small scene for him.

In a big deal, change homes!

Van der Vaart kept silent. He didn't know where the black Tibetans had such firm confidence. Could it be that he had a solution?

For example, kill the whole family of several people who sank in the lake, so that there is no need to be afraid of someone calling the police?

With Jack's perverse and terrifying character, it's entirely possible to do it!

"Don't do irrational things, if there are a lot of people at once..." Van der Vaart didn't continue after saying this, the two half-old children were still watching, if he said something wrong and it was spread by the two children It's over.

"Oh, where are you thinking?" Jian Hei Tibetan looked at Van der Vaart in surprise, "I'm just a doctor."

After all, the Jian Hei Tibetan walked around in the container, picking up tools one by one. The container is like an evolved version of the trash can. Putting tools in the room can make life more or less convenient.

There is a small open space between the container and the dining car. The real garbage piled up on the open space cannot be used at all, at least for them. They can only resell these things to merchants who specialize in acquisitions.

Many people in the slums are still struggling to survive.

The Jianhei Tibetan found small scalpels and other tools among a pile of tools. The tools were probably new. Although they were far inferior to the high-tech items in the research base, they were enough for his own use. After all, his degree of control over the body and It has also risen a lot compared to before.

Even in the wild Africa, he still didn't forget his identity as a doctor, but the things Lin Lin Lang Lang collected couldn't make up a complete set.

"There are still things in the dining car, which may be what you need." Van der Vaart pointed to the dining car not far away, "I have a small workshop inside."

"Oh?" The black Tibetan followed Van der Vaart towards the dining car, carrying tinkling objects.

"My ideal is to be a maintenance worker, an electrical maintenance worker. Although the salary is not high, I can support myself." While walking, Van der Vaart talked about his life plan, "Like TV, radio, etc., I could fix it already."

Jian Hei Tibetans were not moved by the simple dream of this Boer guy, but just glanced at them and said, "But don't everyone use mobile phones now, what's the use of you repairing these things?"

What Van der Vaart said was heartbroken. Indeed, although the residents in the slums are all low-income people, today is different from the past. The prices of some mobile phones specially made in Africa are extremely low, let alone recycled N-hand mobile phones. Difficult to use and no problem watching movies.

If the times hadn't changed, he wouldn't have thought about developing new ways.

Two and a half older children watched from not far away, and the chubby Alger looked suspicious: "What the hell is Van der Vaart doing?"