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The light yellow sun rays of the morning sun shone obliquely on the small block of Leh, in the corner of the Leh block, in the courtyard of a Tibetan hostel that received tourists from afar, ushered in a group of four Asian-faced backpackers with waterproof travel backpacks, these backpackers both men and women, aged 20 to 30 years old, are very athletic, wearing ordinary casual denim suits and sunhats, and walk into the lobby of the Tibetan hostel with vigorous steps.

Walking in front of the counter of the hostel lobby, a backpacker in his thirties with a blue beard and scum, looked at the hostel proprietress standing behind the counter with a proper Tibetan face, and looked at the hostel proprietress repeatedly regardless of it, looking very strong.

The proprietress was dressed in a leather Tibetan robe and wore an exaggerated two-foot-wide fur felt hat covering her ears, with a high brim on her forehead inlaid with Tibetan silver and jewelry of different colors, a whole row of Tibetan silver ornaments on her chest, red coral bracelets on her hands and wrists to show a graceful and luxurious atmosphere, and a pair of black eyes on the blushing face of the plateau revealed a shrewd meaning.

The proprietress endured the unhappiness brought by the unscrupulous gaze of the backpacker man, and there were many tourists who came to Leh to travel, and this kind of person who looked at women everywhere was very annoying, but she couldn't be angry about it, and her face showed a natural smile, and after saluting with her hands, she said in skillful English: "Welcome, welcome, our hostel is a time-honored brand in Leh, and my ancestors used to be the head of the palace of the Ladakh Kingdom, and it is easy to visit the White Palace if you live in our hostel!" ”

"Well, we want to visit the White Palace, as well as the various monasteries near Leh, I heard that Uncle Dorjee is a famous tour guide in Leh, and we want to find him to join the group, Uncle Dorjee is not at home?"

The only one of the four backpackers, a female backpacker in her twenties, walked from behind a bearded scumbag man to the counter. The black eyes looked at the proprietress behind the counter, and after bowing with her hands together, she looked gentle and whispered a few words in Tibetan.

"Well, I'm really sorry. Dorjee sent a group to the White Elephant Temple, a Sakya monastery dozens of kilometers away, and he can't pick up your group! ”

Hearing the female backpacker's skillful Tibetan questioning voice, the proprietress was very wary of this, but she couldn't see it on her face at all, and just whispered in a little embarrassed. Explain that Dorjee is not in the hostel, and cannot pick up the tour guide temporarily.

In fact, before going out yesterday morning, Dorjee had instructed her that if someone asked where she was, she would say that she would leave the group, and take a group to visit the temple in the White Elephant Temple, dozens of kilometers away, if the other party still wanted to ask in detail, he said that many people in the group were Tibetan Buddhist believers who came to visit, and it was possible to experience meditation in the White Elephant Temple, when to leave and so on, before leaving. Dorjee repeatedly told her to remember to say so, otherwise there will be problems, Leh has been very unpeaceful recently.

The proprietress kept in mind Dorjee's instructions, and when she wanted to come to Dorjee, she said that Leh was not peaceful, and it should not be groundless, as Dorjee with a tour guide card, he was well-informed, and his ancestor was still a big official of the Ladakh Kingdom. Dorjee's connections are proper, and all kinds of gossip are always the first to know about people like Dorjee, Dorjee said that Leh has been a little unpeaceful recently, and the proprietress naturally believes it 100%. Sister-in-law Suo Ke Er said the Internet, and the most suspicious Yan Qing girl said

But the hostess didn't expect it at all. From yesterday morning to now for more than a day, plus the current group of so-called tourists with backpacks, a total of five teams of people hired Dorjee as a tour guide, but in essence, they wanted to know where Dorjee was. If you can't figure this out, the hostess of the hostel doesn't have to open the hostel, and sooner or later it will close.

"Oh, that's a pity, it looks like we're going to have to find another guide......"

The young female backpacker had a faint look of disappointment on her face, propped her elbows on the counter and whispered a few words of English thoughtfully. The proprietress looked very cooperative, looked very regretful, found a pen and paper from the drawer under the counter, wrote the contact addresses of several official tour guides in Leh in Tibetan, attached the names of these tour guides, and then handed the page to the female backpacker, and folded her hands again.

The female backpacker took the page with the contact information of the tour guide and put it in the trouser pocket on one side, watched the proprietress return the salute with her hands together, turned around and walked out of the lobby of the hostel, the backpacker with a blue beard and scum, looked at the proprietress again with a deep meaning in her eyes for a moment, turned around and signaled to the two Asian men who were also strong next to her, they could leave, and then the three of them followed the footsteps of the female backpacker and walked out of the courtyard of the hostel, and the figure quickly disappeared at the end of the block that bent around Leh.

The four backpackers only walked two blocks before they got into a Mercedes-Benz with a military green paint and civilian license plate parked on the corner of the street, but the driver of the Mercedes off-road was a tall, stocky white man with a short brown nose and a pair of sunglasses.

Noticing that the four people threw their backpacks into the car first, and then got into the car and closed the door, the white man unhurriedly raised all the window glasses, took off the sunglasses with light blue lenses on his face, and showed a resolute face in his thirties, without looking back at the four people in the back seat, a pair of blue-brown eyes showed a strange light, and looked at the four people through the rearview mirror of the car for a moment, and finally his eyes stayed on the young female backpacker, and then said in a low and powerful voice in English with a distinctly American accent: "How is the situation?" ”

"We have confirmed that this mother-in-law of Dorjee is lying, Dorjee is not at the White Elephant Temple at all, instructor! Do you want to arrest her and interrogate her? ”

Female backpacker, no, now she is obviously no longer a backpacker, but an intelligence agent who reconnoiters and spies on intelligence, this female intelligence officer looks very stern and looks at the white man seriously, speaks very fast and speaks proficient English clearly. Bayi Chinese ww net w one. Eight 8 says 1z small w small .com

"Baima, you are my most optimistic intelligence officer in the reconnaissance team I trained, I have already reported to my superiors, and transferred all four of you from the Indo-Tibetan Mountain Force Special Investigation Battalion to the United States for training, the task has been completed very well, and the Hindu is the best at prevarication, counting on them to come up with results...... We can't move the women of Dorjee, otherwise the consequences will be very strict, let's go, we won't accompany the muddy waters of Leh, lest the Indians who ate too much curry in the Intelligence and Analysis Bureau say that we are disturbing the situation. ”

A white man in his thirties with a rather resolute expression, speaking English slowly, had already moved the car at the end of the sentence, drove away from the corner, and in the blink of an eye, the tail of the Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle had stirred up countless dust. Disappear around the corner of the block.

This white man is the Yankee that Zhuge Hanyu, Song Xiaoshuang and others encountered when they passed the suspension bridge in front of the town of Tianzhu Temple, and he was an instructor hired by the Indo-Tibetan mountain troops.

After receiving a report from above requesting to assist in the investigation of strange tourists breaking into Leh from the ancient packhorse road. When Zhuge Hanyu and others tried to pass the suspension bridge, the white man with extremely rich reconnaissance experience intuitively felt that Zhuge Hanyu and his party were suspicious, but they were fooled by Zhuge Hanyu, who was rigorous and thoughtful. From his checkpoint successfully passed guò.

Afterwards, this Yankee was not reconciled at all, and typed up the report that he thought that Zhuge Hanyu and his party were indeed suspicious, and they could try to investigate what these people wanted to do.

Baima is a few people, that is, Yankees as instructors. Several subordinates who were "borrowed" from the Special Reconnaissance Battalion of the Indo-Tibetan Mountain Troops.

This Yankee does have some skills, and his sense of reconnaissance and smell is extremely keen, following the traces of Zhuge Hanyu and others in Kashmir and tracking them to Leh, but then he was shocked by the extreme complexity of the matter, knowing that it is not a person of his level who can figure it out, and if he doesn't get it right, he may die on the streets of Leh, in order to deal with the errands, this made Bai Ma and his party go to the Tibetan hostel opened by Dorjee and his wife for the last time, and saw the expressions of Bai Ma and the four people. He knew that, as he had expected, Leh could not stay, and he had to leave quickly, otherwise he would not know how he would die.

As for the promise to Baima, it is true. It is always better for an intelligence officer with a military background who has a talent for reconnaissance to serve the United States than to serve the Indians, who are cultivating their own personal sphere of influence, and the benefits will be much greater in the future.

Just when the Yankees were about to leave the town in a Mercedes-Benz SUV, a few hundred meters away from the SUV, was on the third floor of a typical Tibetan three-story house. A room is decorated with a fine-velvet fabric of colorful Buddhist allusions, with thick curtains being lifted from the corner of the window.

A 20-year-old Indian woman in her twenties, wearing a dark blue sportswear similar to that of a sports school athlete to highlight her plump and proud figure, with fair and black skin tied into a bun and combed behind her head, typical of a high-caste white person in India, leaned out of the window with her hands on the edge of the windowsill and leaned out of the window, a pair of black pupils looked at the street scene outside for a moment, and then retracted her body into the window, and the light in the room was dim when the curtains rolled up.

The woman sat back in the chair used for surveillance by the window, glanced at the observation and monitoring equipment with a "cannon barrel" held up by a light alloy tripod in front of her, took out a small satellite phone from the crossbody bag hanging on the back of the chair with an open zipper, walked a few steps to open the wooden door of the room, took a few steps from the wooden ladder at the corner of the corridor to the small attic on the roof, pushed open the wooden door leading to the roof of the small attic, and walked out of the wooden door more than a meter high to the edge of the roof to stand.

The woman took out the antenna of the satellite phone, looked white and baby fat fingers pressed a few buttons, and after the signal prompt sounded, she put the satellite phone in her ear, and said Hindi with a cold expression: "Yankee is not reliable at all, it seems that he is ready to withdraw, and we have to rely on our Intelligence Analysis Bureau to do it myself, and I am also ready to change places......"

"You can change the location, the main target focus is changed to Dorjee's hotel, be careful, the fifteenth intelligence officer has lost regular contact with us, this is a very abnormal thing, maybe he has already encountered an accident...... The bureau has sent people to reinforce Leh, if you are in danger, we authorize you to give priority to ensuring your personal safety, Leh has become a gladiatorial arena for major power institutions, and there is no need to worry too much about the perfect end of the mission! ”

From the speaker of the special satellite phone with encrypted signal transmission function, a middle-aged man's solemn Hindi voice came, indicating that she could continue the next observation and monitoring operations, and emphasized that Leh was turbulent at this time, and she should be careful.

This Indian female agent of the Indian Intelligence and Analysis Bureau, after receiving instructions from her superiors, did not continue to say anything, took the satellite phone antenna and put it in her left trouser pocket, turned around and walked into the small attic and closed the wooden door, and was about to go down the wooden ladder on the side.

With a slight "pop" sound, the wooden ladder and the floor slab next to it were pierced through multiple holes by the warhead of a 9mm parabellum bullet fired at close range!

In the midst of the sawdust, the female agent was surprised to see that a middle-aged Asian man wearing a Tibetan felt hat and an ordinary face and wearing a leather Tibetan robe ignored her own shooting, and walked up the half-destroyed wooden ladder to the small attic.

The female agent realized that the bullet of the pistol had clearly hit him, and the bullet had clearly penetrated into the muscles and bones of the human body, but it did not play a role at all, and the middle-aged Asian man did not even have a trace of blood on his body, not only that, but when he was hit by the bullet in the chest, head and neck, he also showed a strange smile on his face.

Before the female agent finished firing the chamber and a total of eighteen bullets in the magazine, the middle-aged man in the leather robe had already walked to the floor of the small attic, pinched the muzzle of the pistol that was emitting fire and shot the bullet with his palm, ignoring the bullet that had just penetrated through his chest, and after pinching the palm of his hand, the barrel and the composite material of the gun body of Glock 17 were broken in two.

After all, the female agent is an elite who has graduated from special training, and she will not retreat in such a critical situation, and she will not throw away the pistol when it is destroyed, holding only half of the pistol left, she smashed a horizontal fist into the temple on the left side of the middle-aged man's head, and her movements are very vigorous, and there is a strong wind blowing, it is conceivable that the strength of her horizontal fist is full!

It's a pity that the difference in strength between the two sides is too great, and before she could wait for her white fist to smash on her temple, the fist has been pinched by the middle-aged man's palm and five fingers, and the middle-aged man's face showed a cold and weird smile, and the palm of the other hand slashed at the side of the female agent's neck, and the female agent only felt that she didn't know anything as soon as her eyes were dark.

A middle-aged man in a leather Tibetan robe, carrying a female agent with a limp body on his shoulder, turned back from the half-destroyed wooden ladder, and then heard the voice of a woman in a charming voice, not Hindi and Tibetan, but typical Assamese.

"The agents of the Indian Intelligence and Analysis Bureau are trouble, this woman does not need to be killed, we use her to attract the attention of the Intelligence and Analysis Bureau and cover the actions of Elder Alan......"

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