Chapter 1044 must be strictly investigated

The colonial garrison, which had not appeared for a long time, appeared on the streets of Hargeisa because of this matter of Duncan Tuyile, making the local residents realize what it was like to be on ice and fire, and martial law brought about a chaos, with outlaws taking advantage of the opportunity to come out and do evil.

During the chaos, there were clashes in the city, with many joining in, and the people were glad when the fight was over. There was no real reason for the fight. But many people’s friends and family were deeply affected by the disaster.

The chaos was soon confined to repairing a few fire-damaged houses, replacing smashed glass, and moving the garbage that had piled up in the city’s central square to the swamps to make them disappear more quickly.

Fearing looting, the merchants had closed their stores for several hours and were now making up for lost time. They opened their stores early the next day and jacked up prices.

The supply was restored; in fact, it was never really interrupted. Nothing could change. Nothing had changed.

It was believed that after a while, nothing would ever again make people remember what they had been through. They keep quiet, hoping to forget it. From past experience, they know that all stability is false.

No one could say when an equally irrational and short-lived conflict would break out again, giving even the losers a chance to win.

That way, everyone would be able to recall the times they had experienced in the future, although no one knew exactly what they were recalling.

Along with the open jeep, the body of Duncan, the Commonwealth Secretary, who had arrived in Somaliland in high spirits, was taken to the morgue of the military hospital, don’t think it was easy, Hargeisa, though it is a colonial capital, doesn’t have a lot of hospitals capable of dealing with assassinations, resuscitation was not necessary, it merely gave Duncan a place to stay while he waited peacefully to return to his home country.

The body had two wounds, fatal wounds that didn’t need to make careful distinctions, penetrating wounds were enough to kill whether it was the head or the forehead, on the plus side, the minister had gone peacefully and shouldn’t have been in any prolonged pain.

Outside the door of the silent morgue, there came a series of crisp footsteps, Allen Wilson put on a purple mask that had been quite flirtatious and appeared in the morgue, he didn’t want to be like this, but Hedy Lamarr had brought a mask of this color.

Take off the mask, a cigar has been in the mouth, the other hand a flick, accompanied by a metal crunch, the fire to the cigar lit, Allen Wilson spit smoke stooped down to scrutinize for a moment, “some not very decent, can not let the minister go some peace?”

“Conditions are limited, there are no morticians in Somaliland.” Evans did not dare to look at the corpse at a glance with his top boss, after all, the current honor and glory is indeed unbearable to look at, “I do not know what the situation in the country is now.”

“What can be the situation then, sensational news in the newspapers, it’s hard to say what’s changed in other areas yet.” Alan Wilson commented indifferently, “At the end of the day it’s nothing more than a minister, and although he inherited Mr. Churchill’s connections, that connection has now disappeared with his death.”

Evans didn’t say anything, feeling that his top lieutenant was being overly glib, and asked hesitantly, “So what now? Continue martial law or?”

Alan Wilson threw away his cigar and stomped on it in passing, pondering for a moment, “There has to be an explanation, have you found any evidence yet, or else it will look like the local colonial government is too incompetent.”

“Only two shell casings, cigarette butts and an old uniform.” Evans frowned sadly, it was hardly conclusive evidence, nothing beyond that, and once it was pursued at home?

“It’s good to have.” Alan Wilson breathed a sigh of relief, “Unsurprisingly, someone from the country will be transporting the minister’s body back soon, and the investigation will follow. I believe it won’t keep us waiting too long.”

“What about the independence ceremony?” Evans was a little hexed, and the fact that the top man was here gave him a backbone.

“In principle Somaliland’s independence will have to continue, inform Egal, Rasman and the others of the difficulties we now face.” Allen Wilson said gently, “We will not do any harm to the local population until we have hard evidence, reassure the two men of that, and the rest can be discussed.”

Trusteeship time expired, Somaliland is about to be independent this matter is so important, can not be terminated because of the death of a minister, otherwise put the authority of the United Nations in what place? Anyway, what needs to be done still needs to be done.

“Wait for the country to handle it.” Put the sassy purple mask on, Alan Wilson turned around and returned the same way, sad is absolutely sad, after all, it is a British minister, but as a top adult man, he can’t show this kind of sadness, Tarzan collapsed in front of the face does not change its color, the same is also what he is pursuing.

Important cabinet ministers, taken out in the street in the colonial capital, Allen Wilson could not be blamed, and he locked himself up with Hedy Lamarr as punishment for himself.

That was the real life. Henceforth the quiet, the serenity, the sweetness, the peace favored would be the prelude to death, or worse, to lies.

“Your wife will surely come, she can’t be indifferent to something of this magnitude.” Hedy Lamarr, who was attached to the man like a pendant, still had not come out of the heart palpitations of the day, and there was still a trace of horror on her face, “If she loved you, she would come at once.”

“There’s really no need.” Alan Wilson didn’t really talk about this kind of thing, men and women think differently after all, “All kinds of accidents happen in life all the time, anyway, I don’t care about this kind of thing, I have a wife and children, and you guys to keep me company, so I can’t talk about how much fear I have of death.”

Reaching up and pinching the man in protest, Hedy Lamarr stared into Alan Wilson’s eyes and muttered tearfully, “You’re marvelous, you’re noble, you’re fearless, but you have to think of others too. It would break my heart if it really happened to you.”

In Britain at this time, the news of the death of Duncan, the Secretary of State for the Commonwealth, had already been in the papers, and earlier, at a Cabinet meeting, the Prime Minister and Ministers were taken aback, and it was immediately decided to launch an investigation, and to notify the Churchill family, Duncan’s own widow.

The airliner on British soil immediately took to the air, and also coming along were Alan Wilson’s wife and sister-in-law, Lady Pamela Mountbatten and Princess Margaret.

Hedy Lamarr’s estimates were all a bit conservative, and even Allen Wilson himself was surprised that Her Royal Highness came to Somaliland under these circumstances? Still a bit too impulsive! A love brain attack?

The family, as well as Duncan’s widow, came to Hargeisa, and Churchill’s daughter, Sarah, saw her husband’s remains, and the sale was truly unimpressive, and Alan Wilson could only offer consolations, such as saying that he had gone peacefully, or something to that effect.

“Where is the murderer?” Sarah questioned with red eyes, “My husband was killed in the street, what were you doing at the time?”

“How do you talk.” Princess Margaret took offense at that and defended her brother-in-law, “No one wants this to happen, there’s no point in pointing fingers now.”

This is the wrong thing to say, when this kind of thing happens, Alan Wilson is willing, more than four billion pounds of overseas assets, not to mention a minister, even if it’s a prime minister, he dares to go up and give it a try.

“We found two bullet casings and some evidence, and also captured some suspects, but there is not too much evidence to lock up the criminals at the moment.” Allen Wilson, who knew in his heart that the real criminals had disappeared long ago, opened his eyes and told about the difficulties of the current objective conditions, the concern of international public opinion, and that everything should be considered in the long run.

“Let’s not talk about this, you are safe.” Pamela Mountbatten with a face of relief, saw her husband safe and sound, other things she did not want to care.

“You …… and Her Royal Highness don’t need to come at all. Go and get some rest first.” Alan Wilson touched his wife’s cheek, softly comforting, “Definitely did not rest well, don’t be so flustered later.”

“You still want to later?” Pamela Mountbatten muttered in a small voice, gripping her husband’s arm tightly and not letting go.

As for things like investigating the cause of the minister’s death and locking up the suspect, naturally, there were people from MI6 to do it.

Hargeisa in the curfew, the night is silent, but there are still a lot of people can not sleep, is busy with a series of follow-up reaction.

Duncan’s widow has followed him is the remains of the immediate return to London, it is expected that there will be some kind of glorious and radiant life of the report, the world is like this, often as soon as a person died, all the shortcomings at once disappeared, and everyone became a respected and great person.

After communicating with London, Alan Wilson got the agreement that the process of Somaliland’s independence has to continue, and of course who assassinated Duncan has to be investigated together. The withdrawal of British troops might have to be put on hold, Somaliland was about to be nominally independent, but the British troops were not to be withdrawn for the time being.

This is a compromise, but it is also the most practical at the moment, Allen Wilson asked for advice on whether another minister should come to preside over Somaliland’s independence ceremony in place of Duncan, for example, whether Foreign Secretary Macmillan was available.

This suggestion went unanswered, and it is clear that ministers tend to avoid harm for high-risk areas. What is certain is that Duncan’s death will be a blow to the Churchill family’s power in the Conservative Party.

The dead are dead, for the living life goes on, and it was with a heavy heart that Alan Wilson carried on the minister’s legacy and officially declared Somaliland’s formal independence from Britain a few days later.

After good communication and mutual understanding, the promotion of the President and Prime Minister Egal, Rasman two, announced that the assassination of the British minister will be investigated, the British troops in Somaliland, before the results of the investigation will not be withdrawn for the time being, to maintain the stability of Somaliland.

In the first hour, thirty-five countries, including a major power, announced that they recognized the independence of Somaliland, and the membership of the United Nations has now increased by one.

“Involving the military?” Alan Wilson held the preliminary investigation report, “This result is not what London wanted. If it is submitted, such a hasty judgment may be inappropriate for publication.”