Chapter 19: Into India (I)

India, New Delhi, Indira? Gandhi International Airport

The scorching sun scorched the earth, the heat of the ground was suffocating, and the buildings in the distance glowed with dazzling white light under the scorching sun. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Just out of Indira? In the lobby of Gandhi International Airport, you can immediately feel a scorching heat wave rushing towards you.

“…… That's a ...... It's hotter than the oven! The Xisha Islands in the South China Sea are nothing compared to this side! ”

Reaching out to wipe the large drops of sweat that quickly oozed from her forehead, looking up at the scorching sun above her head, the female doctor Shizuka Jukawa couldn't help but complain.

“…… Today's maximum temperature in New Delhi is 41 degrees Celsius, but that's not the hottest yet! I've heard that the hottest temperature here can be 50 degrees! And the humidity is still very high, and it is really stuffy and hot, which makes people feel even more uncomfortable...... I really don't know how these Indians live in the summer. ”

Wang Qiu also stuck out his tongue and panted, and as soon as he walked out of the door of the waiting hall, he hurriedly drilled into the air-conditioned car. In such a hot and scorching weather, people will no longer sweat when walking in the sun, but will only feel a burning pain in the skin, because the sweat evaporates before it is secreted...... Levi, the former paladin, was carrying a large bag of luggage, and followed him with a red face on his face.

-- In order to avoid global panic and maintain a positive image of the country, the T-virus, which can create a biohazard, may have been brought to the real world by Indians, is still in the stage of strict secrecy, and even the entire Chinese embassy in India is kept in the dark.

When informing the embassy in India, Wang Qiu, Li Wei, and Shizuka Jukawa came to India on business under the guise of "return visits after treatment." As a result, the embassy did not know that the standard of reception for them was naturally very low, but a half-used Mazda car and a health attaché of the embassy were sent to the airport, plus a local Indian driver hired by the embassy, and Wang Qiu was assigned to send them.

Such a "streamlined" team size naturally makes Wang Qiu, who has been accustomed to hugging each other recently, a little unaccustomed. However, Political Commissar Guo said that they came to India on a business trip this time, not to collect intelligence, nor to make behind-the-scenes deals, let alone to carry out any assassinations or coups, but simply to find those three "Indian friends" as quickly as possible for a physical examination just in case, and it is enough to have such a few people.

Of course, they didn't come to visit the mountains and rivers this time, so as soon as they got out of the airport, they went straight to their destination - the Shukla family's mansion in the capital.

As the face of the capital of a country, Delhi's international airport is still very good, all kinds of facilities are very modern, the decoration and furnishings are also very bright, business people and tourists from various countries are endless, speaking various languages noisy, hanging everywhere the world's major well-known brand advertising signs, full of the atmosphere of modern society. The area just out of the airport is also not bad, the greenery is beautiful, and there are occasional fountains and statues.

However, as the cars get closer to the city, the glossy appearance of the city begins to fade, revealing all kinds of noise and dirt...... Looking at it from afar, there are still a lot of high-rise buildings, which is a bit like a modern city. But looking at the front of the building, it doesn't feel very good, and the building is next to the dilapidated area, and the roadside is full of potholes and piles of garbage. The green belt is full of dirty homeless people camping.

Well, no matter what kind of big city, except for those magnificent buildings, there is always a bad side, even the subway stations in New York are famous for being tattered and dirty! And next to the remote streets of Beijing and Shanghai, there are also many illegal vendors and shacks.

(The real-world New York is not the New York of the Marvel world, where all houses are smashed and smashed, and the results are always up to date.) ）

But in the capital of the world's largest capitals, such as New Delhi, where countless cows, sheep, horses and other animals roam the streets at any given time, jottering with cars, scooters, tuk-tuks and bicycles for lanes...... And the air pollution in downtown New Delhi is so bad that even on sunny days, it's smoggy, and riders on scooters and motorbikes wrap their faces in towels. There were strings of people wearing sunglasses and masks everywhere, as if the streets were full of bank robbers this morning.

Wang Qiu was initially taken aback by this scene: he did not mistake these masked people for bank robbers, but thought that an infectious disease had broken out in New Delhi -- there was no way, the scene of the SARS flu ravaging China back then was really fresh in many people's memories.

What's worse is that the T virus in Resident Evil, in the initial stage of infecting the human body through airborne transmission, has similar symptoms to the flu......

At this moment, Wang Qiu almost felt the urge to turn around and run away - no one wanted to be in a zombie city!

Fortunately, the health commissioner sent by the embassy to cooperate with the work, a middle-aged man named Bai Quanyi, answered his doubts in a timely manner.

“…… Why is it so hot and so many people are still wearing masks on the streets? Of course, it's because the air in the city is so bad! Indians themselves say that air pollution in Delhi is so bad that it can reduce people's lives by ten years, which is worse than smoking!

Alas, while the international news media criticize Beijing's smog and dismiss China's cities as uninhabitable, few people know that India's air pollution index in Delhi is several times higher than Beijing's...... But it can't be helped, who calls India the largest democracy in the world? Democracy and votes can replace fresh air! Under the small and fresh packaging, even the floating corpse water of the Ganges River is fragrant......"

Bai Quanyi's health commissioner pouted and said, "...... In the past, I always felt that the air in Beijing was too bad, but when I arrived in New Delhi, I found that Beijing was a paradise......"

Since this was the case, Wang Qiu reluctantly calmed down and continued to drive towards the city of New Delhi.

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However, as the car got closer to the city center, it drove slower and slower, and finally it was as slow as a snail crawling - no way, there were too many people on the road, and there were a lot of cattle, sheep and cattle who didn't know the traffic rules, and the streets were full of rampage three-wheeled motorcycles. They look similar to the Chinese motorized tricycles of the 90s, with a uniform yellow exterior and are affectionately called "tuk-tuk" by Indians based on the sound of their horns. Don't look at it as just a three-wheeled motorcycle, but the Indians just have the ability to drive this kind of broken car quite like a sports car, Wang Qiu and the Mazda car they were riding in were actually overtaken by these three-wheeled "tuk-tuk" again and again, and several times it was simply brushed by the past.

In short, Wang Qiu and the others set off from the airport for a full two hours, and the destination seemed to be far away.

Seeing that the car was driving so slowly, Bai Quanyi, the health commissioner in the passenger seat, couldn't help but be impatient, and roared at the Indian driver next to him, which frightened the other party to shake his head again and again to plead guilty-the Indians nodded and shook their heads contrary to international practice, and shook their heads in agreement.

Wang Qiu, who was sitting in the back seat, looked through the rearview mirror and found that the Indian driver hired by the Chinese embassy was wearing a collarless and long-sleeved Indian characteristic costume on the upper body, and a pair of shabby bloomers that had not been washed at the bottom, with sunken eye sockets, brown skin, and thin body. In short, with this skin color and this physique, you can tell at a glance that the caste rank of this young man is worrying...... Moreover, when he was driving before, he was also very cringe, always giving way to other cars, which made people think that he was a novice who had just left driving school.

However, after being reprimanded by Bai Quanyi's health commissioner, the young man's eyes suddenly turned red, as if he had been activated to fight the Berserker skill, and then stepped on the accelerator one after another, seeing the stitches, accelerating, decelerating, and drifting...... It's like an instant turn into an autumn mountain bike god! If there is a bunch of people and animals blocking the road in front of them and refusing to move, and no matter how much they honk and shout, no matter how much they honk and shout, they will even roll down the window of the car, pull out a long folding metal pole out of nowhere, and then hold the steering wheel in one hand and raise the pole in the other hand to call the pedestrians in front of them. And those pedestrians just had to dial it up, and immediately rubbed their arms to dodge the road, and no one looked at the driver with a cold eyebrow - if this was in China, if the driver dared to hit someone directly with a pole, I am afraid that the car would have been lifted long ago...... It can be seen that the temperament of the Indian people is really gentle enough......

Of course, if it were a cow, the young man would have to stop patiently and wait, not daring to take the pole to dial it - the Indian cow is not as good as the Indians, and can fight back without fighting. Even if you don't take into account the Hindu belief in the "sacred cow", he is a driver, not a bullfighter after all......

But Rao was like this, and after continuing to move forward for about a quarter of an hour, Wang Qiu's Mazda still had to stop.

Because, the road ahead has been tightly blocked, and there is no room for even a stitch.

All kinds of cars of all sizes are piled up here, the sound of beeping horns comes and goes, making people dizzy, and the soaring exhaust fumes have accumulated into a diffuse toxic smoke, even if it is filtered by the car air conditioner, it still makes people feel very uncomfortable breathing.

And in the distance at the end of the street, there was the faint shouting of loudspeakers, followed by bursts of loud singing...... After waiting for ten minutes and still not seeing any signs of the traffic starting to squirm, the impatient driver and young man volunteered to get out of the car to find out the news. It was another ten minutes before he returned, covered in a dirty state, gasping for breath as he pulled out a colorful flyer.

Health Commissioner Bai Quanyi took the leaflet and studied it for a while, then turned around and explained to Wang Qiu and the others with a wry smile, "...... What a bad day today...... A group of Indians marched in front of them to protest against the rising prices of onions and potatoes, blocking several roads! ”

“…… That one...... How long will this road be blocked? Wang Qiu asked, "...... The Indian government should have sent the military and police to clear the scene! ”

“…… God knows, you know, Indians are slow to do anything, and if any opposition politicians stand up and fan the flames, it's normal to be blocked for a week......" Bai Quanyi shrugged, "...... Looks like we're going to have to take a detour......"