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I'm currently driving in the slums of Delhi. To be honest, the roads are in poor condition, potholes, the lows are full of standing water, feces are everywhere, maggots breed, buzzing and disgusting. The eyes of the surrounding civilians were dull, their bodies were clumsy, and their eyes were dull, and at first glance they were hard-working people desperately trying to survive, which was in stark contrast to the magnificence of the Mughal palace.

Was the Taj Mahal built by such people? It's sad to think about. The death of a concubine would cost the lives of hundreds of thousands of civilians to accompany the burial - God knows how many low-caste people would be exhausted by building such a building!

I thought I would be blind to the situation in front of me like those who are on high and high, but I didn't expect that I still have some conscience, which is not good! Feeding a dog without throwing away your conscience won't make a big deal.

Well, I'm definitely not hacking anything, I'm just telling the truth - alas, how can this be so sad.

I selectively ignored the sight around me and continued to drive.

I couldn't help but compare this to Delhi on another plane. It seems that under the rule of the British, it was more passable, and at least the English would build a new city, away from this disgusting sight from the bottom of their hearts, and not be tortured by their conscience all the time—well, I forgot, conscience is a rare thing.

Well, regardless of these things, I stopped the car at the target and stayed on the side of the road, waiting for what happened next.

There were a few suspicious little white hats on the streets, carrying something suspicious on their backs, but no one cared about them in this very unsafe slum.

I knew they were one of the operatives - my instincts told me that. But they weren't the last to assassinate the Soviet envoy. They're just responsible for creating chaos.

I noticed them, and they noticed me, and they probably thought I was the one sent by the Jinyi Guard to monitor the situation, and they even nodded at me slightly.

I looked down at the map in my hand and made sure it was here. Delhi's slums were littered with illegal shacks and buildings, and there were few roads that could get through the Soviet ambassador's high-end car, and this was the way they had to go.

Some were hungry, but there was some bread and chicken thighs in the car—exactly the same as the one Fan Tong nibbled on.

The people in Jinyiwei are really well prepared, and there is no shortage of food in the car, I don't know if it's because they are used to doing this kind of stalking.

I simply picked up the bread and waited as I nibbled on.

There were quite a few poor people in Delhi around who were staring at me, staring at me a little hairy.

It seems like I should give them some food? My conscience tells me that I should.

But in the end, I closed the window. Maybe that's the right thing to do. Well, my conscience is very bad.

I didn't even look around the corner in front of me, just waited quietly for the explosion to come.

I know what those little white hats are for.

About the time I got to my second bag of bread, a series of explosions hit my ears.

There was also a mixture of Russian shouts and shouts of "Allahu Akbar".

Sure enough, it's not new, but it's very useful.

The panicked crowd began to flee in all directions. I pulled down the window slightly and took in the situation. It's confusing.

The bodyguards of the Soviet envoys had been forced to leave their employers and engage in fire with the little white hats who shouted "Allahu Akbar".

It's good, it seems that everything is going according to plan at the moment.

I nodded slightly. At this moment, a flash of light in the rearview mirror shook my eyes.

I blinked subconsciously and looked in the rearview mirror.

The muzzle of a black hole sniper rifle was poking out of the house and pointing at my car.

It seems that this is the killer feature of Jinyiwei. Well, it doesn't look like a professional killer, but it's qualified.

The muzzle of the black hole was moving, slowly moving in the direction of the Soviet envoy's car.

The fuel tank of the Soviet envoy's car was immediately detonated, and the whole car was reduced to splinters and exploded in all directions, and the scorching air even scraped on my face, making me unable to open my eyes for a while.

The Soviet bodyguards who were relying on the houses as bunkers around the car to shoot at the little white hats were either killed or wounded.

My dear, was the explosion of Soviet goods so powerful? It seems that it is still better to make a domestic car.

The Soviet envoy seems to be dead now, and although it feels like something is missing, it's time for me to call it a day.

I reinserted the car keys into the car.

It was at this moment that a very soft voice came into my ears: "I hope you don't move, sir." ”

She speaks Russian.

I saw the pistol in the rearview mirror, as well as ...... A heavy anti-materiel rifle.

But what attracted me was the owner of the firearm, an unusually beautiful Russian girl, who seemed to be the Russian employee of the Persian embassy that Fan Tong had said.

Well, it's just a girl, although she has a perfect body that is more bumpy than the average Russian woman, but her face looks unusually immature, and she looks like she is sixteen years old at most. In addition to the purity and immaculateness in those blue eyes, there is perseverance and composure. Her countenance was not as rough as that of the average Russian, but rather unusually soft, and her skin was more silky than snow—she must have been of Tatar blood, and I am sure that a purebred Slavic woman could never have been so perfect!

It's just that the old White Russian military uniform on her body is too eye-catching.

I think I know why I want to come here today, it must be because of her, the evil God opened his eyes and guided me to come here and meet such a beautiful woman! Well, I'm not a nymphomaniac, in fact, I'm looking at the girl in front of me with the attitude of appreciating a work of art, you have to believe me.

“…… Oh, beautiful young lady, what do you want to do? I'm just an innocent pathetic passerby! I responded to her in French. I can't speak Russian very well, and I don't want to be embarrassed by it.

She was stunned for a moment, then replied to me in an unusually fluent French accent with a Parisian accent: "I need to borrow your car, I hope you will cooperate, sir." ”

OK, confirmed, this girl is highly educated!

"You're a criminal! You killed someone! I feigned horror and sat in my seat trembling - in fact I was looking at her closely. Feast your eyes once in a while and don't sin.

"Yes, sir, so now I can kill you with the gun in my hand too, please pay attention to that." The girl smiled slightly.