Open the box, and inside are bunches of incense used in the temple.

"Just this thing?" Osama asked strangely.

"Of course." "It's not an ordinary incense, it's mixed with a special ingredient that makes people breathe for ten minutes straight, and they're stunned and they have to wake up after a few hours," Mhammad said. ”

This is the incense, something specially used to commit crimes, before Mhammad came, he confessed to the Pakistani intelligence department to help get it, when the border was passed, in a country like India that advocates Buddhism, with a special tribute incense, it can be more pious, no one will suspect that there is something strange in this incense.

"We also have to touch the terrain around the temple." "Especially the local police station, if we alarm them, we have to find a way to delay them," Mhammad said. Also, we need a belt conveyor. ”

According to the information that Mhammad has in later generations, there are too many treasures in the secret room, counting tons, these things, if they are moved directly by people, they can't be moved to dawn, and in later generations, moving companies in Western countries rely on belt conveyors to save effort, support them, and move things up, and directly transport them to the car.

"Okay, I'll take someone with me tomorrow and step around." Osama said.

This is a big operation, and if it is discovered by the Indians, it will be too difficult to steal it again.

The advantage here is that there are many tourists around, and the locals have long been accustomed to it, and the appearance of these fresh faces in the streets of Mhammad will not arouse suspicion at all.

The next day, several people separated and wandered around the temple, which was not very large, and there were no tall buildings except for the temple. They are all indigenous Indian houses, in front of the temple, which is relatively wide, allowing convoys to enter and exit freely, but civilians will appear on both sides at any time.

After a turn, Mhammad found that the side was more suitable. Although this side is just open to vehicles, it is relatively secluded, and it is close to the water, and it will not be noticed at all, and there are open windows here, as long as the belt conveyor is racked, the goods will fall directly from the window to the truck.

Continue past a street corner. Mhammad stopped suddenly, and faintly, he felt that someone was following him, and it was all a gut feeling, an instinctive intuition that had been cultivated on the battlefield.

Who is it? Mhamad continued walking, reached the nearby creek, and got into a boat.

When it came time to get on the boat, Mhammad naturally turned his head. Immediately, in the crowd on the shore. A special back was found, although the body was also hidden in the bright robe of India, and that body was so slender that it was not a local woman at all.

Who's this? Why is the back so familiar? Mhammad couldn't help but be vigilant in his heart.

The other party did not follow, and Mhammad watched as the indigenous Indians rowed the boat. Wandering in the river, he knew he had to get out of this problem.

You can't do it yourself until you get rid of the stalker!

The news is known only to very few people, except for President Zia-ul-Haq, only these fighters who have come with him. Who exactly leaked the secret? Mhammad kept thinking about what had come these days.

No matter who it is, it's time to set a trap for yourself, and it's too easy to catch this person who is following you.

On the third day, at noon, the sun was shining.

The Indian continent is already southern, and Kerala, in the southern part of India, is even hotter, and in this kind of weather, even wild dogs are panting and sticking out their tongues on the side.

No one was active at this time, and it was quiet all around.

Mhamad sat on a large stone at the corner of the street and looked silently at the high temple in the distance, when suddenly Mhamad stood up and strode towards the end of the street, leading to Guò, which led to the side of the temple.

When Mhammad reached the side of the temple, he quietly climbed towards the top of the temple with his hands and feet, grabbed the reliefs, entered the second floor of the temple, and disappeared without a trace.

At one end of the street, slowly, a woman stood up, looked at the place where Mhammad had disappeared, and with a smile on her face, she slowly walked forward, and likewise came to the side of the temple, wanting to follow the other, and quietly climbed into the temple.

"Catch her! She wants to steal something from the temple! At this moment, out of nowhere, such a voice came out, the voice was crisp, it was a girl's shout.

The woman's heart was suddenly startled, she looked down, and in the empty street, countless Indians suddenly appeared, the first of which was the monks guarding the temple, they were all holding sticks, looking at the woman who had just climbed up the temple along the relief.

"Oh my God! How dare she climb our temple! She's desecrating our temple! The girl continued: "Arrest her! ”

"Yes, Holy Maiden!" The monks and natives shouted and began to attack the woman crawling on it, using their sticks to poke them out.

"Well done, Veshali." At some point, Mhammad appeared next to the girl, who was none other than the Holy Maiden of the temple, Vesali, and there was no one nearby who did not know her.

Now that so many people are around, this woman who is following her must not be able to run away, Mhammad looked at the woman with the relief on it triumphantly, and wanted to follow herself, almost?

This morning, when Mhammad approached Veshali and asked her for help, the girl did not hesitate to agree.

In this way, Mhammad let the woman who was following him appear, and now, see how she escapes!

The woman who was climbing on the relief slowly turned around and looked at the monks below who were poking hard with sticks, and several times they were about to poke her chrysanthemum, so she could only quickly pull something out of her waist.

"Smack!" There was a crisp sound, and everyone was in one place.

Gunshot! This woman actually carries a gun!

Kerala has always been safe, even in several Indo-Pakistani wars, the flames of war have not burned here, since the Second World War, people here have lived quietly, although there have been violent incidents, at most a knife, even the local police station, only two senior police officers have pistols, the rest are rubber sticks.

Now, this woman actually has a gun in her hand! Moreover, it also shoots into the sky, this is a real gun!

"Get out of the way, or I'll kill you!" The other party said.

The words are so familiar, and every pore on Mhammad's body suddenly widens, this woman, Mhammad will never forget,

Aisha, the same Soviet agent who once seduced her on the streets of Peshawar, turned into Karina, lurked beside Massoud, almost killed all the Panjshir guerrillas, and now, in India!

This woman has always had this kind of fate with herself! Now, now that this woman has appeared in front of her eyes again, she must not be allowed to slip away again!

"Her pistol is fake!" Mhammad shouted: "Don't be afraid! ”

In the face of Mhammad's shouts, Kulnieva finally couldn't help it, this is simply using these Indians to block his bullets, Mhammad is too cunning!

Kulnieva was holding the pistol, and just as she wanted to aim at Mhammad, she felt a sudden numbness in her wrist, and then the pistol couldn't hold it and fell.

"Sister, I knocked out her pistol." Next to Veshali, a teenage boy shouted, holding a slingshot in his hand, and just now, the boy used the slingshot to fly out a stone and hit Kurnieva's wrist.

Kulnyeva had a pain in her wrist, followed by a pain in her ankle bone, and the sticks below had hit her feet, and as soon as her legs were bent, she rolled off them.

A group of monks surrounded her, and although Kulnyeva was a trained KGB agent, she was invincible with two fists and four hands, and in the face of so many people, she had no room to fight back.

The monks fought very hard, dared to come to the temple to make trouble, do you want to live?

"She blasphemed the gods, and she should be allowed to make amends with her body!" Mhammad shouted from behind.

Grandma's, such a woman, now just let you know the fate of going against Lao Tzu, Mhammad thought in his heart.

Mhammad's words reminded these monks and the people, and they stopped, only to realize that the woman in front of them was really beautiful, and there was a commotion in her bones.

Yes, this woman tastes good! The men started foaming, and it was a big party!

Inside, there were the screams of Kulnyeva, and the men's shouts, accompanied by the sound of crackling.

The sun was slowly setting in the west, and Kulnyeva's screams were slowly getting smaller, and at last she was almost speechless.

On the ground, a pool of blood flowed out of Kulnieva's lower body, and although she had been trained in this area, she still couldn't stand it with so many men.

"Enough, can't let her die here, otherwise it's disrespectful to the temple." Finally, the Virgin Veshali spoke.

The woman under the crotch was no longer alive, she had become a puddle of rotten meat, and when the last man got up from the ground, no one was interested in this woman anymore, and everyone dispersed in a hurry.

Mhammad slowly approached, looked at Kulnieva on the ground, and said, "Don't you have fangs in your mouth?" How easy it is to crush the fangs. ”

Mhammad is in Russian.

Any KGB agent must have his own way of solving it, and sometimes, there are things that are more terrible than death, such as now.

"Hmph, I enjoyed it just now." Kulnyeva said weakly: "This wonderful feeling is not something that can be enjoyed casually, it turns out that Indian men are the strongest. ”

"Really?" Mhammad looked at Kulnieva and said lightly: "Did you know that many of these men are HIV-positive?" (To be continued......)

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