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Chapter 166

Zashakhan was sitting in his office at home writing an article when he heard the gunshots, and as a politician who rose from the civilian class, it was important to write articles and publish them so that more people could hear him. Where are the novels updated the fastest? Please look for Aishang Novel Network biquge.info{Aishang Novel Network biquge.info}

The purpose of this article is to remind ordinary people to be aware of the infiltration of foreign capitalists and to defend their homes and living conditions. Since Bangalore, 200 kilometres away, has quickly become India's most dynamic IT city, several surrounding areas have changed with it. That is, the economy is growing rapidly and the rich are rapidly accumulating more wealth, but the poor have nothing to gain in this feast of dividing the cake, but are under the pressure of inflation, and their lives are even more difficult.

Therefore, Mr. Zashakhan, who stood on the side of the poor and said that he was a benchmark in the city of Salem, became one of the few "conscientious" big men, and many people hated him, thinking that Mr. Senator was just a member of the grandstanding. For the sake of their own votes, they talk nonsense everywhere, but for the poor, they feel that there is such a big man to speak for them, and they feel that there is some hope in life.

Deep down, Mr. Zashakhan did have the purpose of canvassing votes for this, but in good conscience, he still really wanted to do something for the local people. For this reason, he hated the foreigners who tried to set up those predatory enterprises here, as he expressed his firm opposition to when the big men of the state said two days ago that a foreigner would set up a paper mill here.

He even resisted repeated persuasions from the speaker of the state assembly, saying that the paper mill would cause an ecological disaster in the local area, and repudiated the speaker to relayed that the foreigner's factory was pollution-free. In his words, "Is a paper mill without pollution still a real paper mill?" He was outraged by the incompetence of unscrupulous foreign profiteers and the cooperating officials of his own country.

Then something outrageous happened, and he received a threatening phone call in which he threatened to "show him a color." The councillor laughed, he didn't care about it, how could he, who had served in the army, be afraid of a few deflated threes?

The councillor opened the drawer, which contained a brand new revolver, stuffed with bullets and polished with oil, believing that no one who dared to run around would have good fruit to eat. He had a good marksmanship, and after retiring from the army, Zashakhan's basic training did not stop, and the speed and accuracy of the pistol were still very good.

If you are a little worried, you are also a little worried about your daughter, but the sister of Katya, a good friend of her good friend in the suburbs two days ago, came, and the two good friends ate and lived together very closely. So the only worry disappeared, he knew the power of the Edo family in the suburbs, the children of the Ido family in a radius of hundreds of miles no one dared to provoke, and his daughter was naturally safe with that Katya.

After typing more than a thousand words, Zashakhan felt the need to think more about the words, so he decided to go downstairs to drink some black tea and take a break. His wife had died five years earlier, and he had only a couple of servants to serve him, as well as a young man's secretary, but he was not there today.

He sneered and slowly stood up and closed his laptop. He rang the bell twice, waited for a while and did not see the maid come up, then pressed it a few more times, but there was still no one.

So Mr. Councillor himself kicked a pair of slippers downstairs and shouted, "Nion? Nien? Is there no tea anymore? Why don't you answer me? ”

Normally, the loud-voiced woman would have promised to show up, but now there was silence, as if there was no one at all, and even the dog named "Kadu" did not make a sound.

"Strange, where did you go?" Mr. Zashakhan walked in the living room on the first floor, puzzled, and when he saw that there was no one, he pushed the door. However, the door did not move, and the councillor's hair stood on end, and a dangerous smell wandered through the room, a smell familiar to him. In Sri Lanka, he was part of the Indian army, and as the Tamil Eelam Tigers (LTTE) militants were fighting, they often jumped out of a corner with a dog-legged machete.

As if to signal something, he turned his gaze to the fireplace, which was only decorative in India, and the poor dog lay motionless in it.

"Ahh

"You are?" The councillor asked, but his movements were not sluggish, and he slammed into the phone to the side, picked up the microphone and shouted "Hey? Feed? However, there was not even a busy voice on the phone, and it had been cut off.

The middle-aged man looked at Zashakhan, who was a little flustered, stretched out his right hand and raised his index finger, and shook it lightly twice, as if to say "useless". With a lift of her left hand, the half-dead maid was lifted up by her big hand, as if she was still angry, and her hands grabbed the middle-aged man's hands hard, trying to make her breathe a little easier.

"You, let her go." Zashakhan shouted, but the fear kept him from stepping forward.

The middle-aged man's left hand was just a slight snap, and he heard the maid's neck squeak twice, and her neck cone was crushed. The middle-aged man's left hand loosened, and the maid's body fell to the floor.

People can always burst out with amazing abilities in critical moments, and Mr. Councillor's body suddenly surged with a force, and he rushed to the second floor, where there was also a pistol, and he believed that as long as he got his hands on it, he would definitely be able to kill the cold-blooded killer in front of him.

When he ran to the second floor out of breath, he opened the drawer, pulled out his pistol, flicked it with his hand, and the wheel spun quickly a few times, and all six bullets were loaded. This made him put down his snack a little and stare at the stairs on the second floor with his pistol raised.

The middle-aged man walked steadily upstairs, still with the same expressionless face, and turned his face to Mr. Councillor and walked over.

"You go and die." Zashakhan shouted, and then opened fire, three shots in a row on the man's body, strangely enough, the clothes were broken, but there was no bright red blood flowing from it, but slowly oozing out a yellow viscous liquid, like engine oil.

"You, who are you?" Zashakhan was stunned by the horrific scene in front of him, and the man was unharmed, but continued to walk strangely towards him. "Say, that person sent you?"

Zashakhan understands that he may not be able to escape today, but he is unwilling to die in a mess, so he must find out who is behind the scenes. The man did not answer the question, but pulled out a serrated steel knife from his armpit, about half a meter long, the blade flashing with cold light, seeping into the skin.

"You ......" Zashakhan reached for his phone, but in despair he found that there was no signal. Just as he looked down at his phone, the middle-aged man jumped suddenly, and the steel knife stabbed into his lower abdomen.

"Ah~" He screamed in pain, his mouth was covered by the man, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, the tip of the knife stirred in the abdomen, cutting the liver and pancreas of the human body to pieces, even if he was sent to the hospital now, it was too late. In just five minutes, his blood would be gone.

"Daughter~" His eyes lost their brilliance, the hand that had held the handle of the knife softened, his breathing became slower and slower, and his life was leaving him. The middle-aged man gently lifted him flat on the floor, and then quietly watched as Zashakhan died.

"Heart and liver: Stop beating

Breathe: Stop

Blood circulation: Stopped

Brain Exercise: Stop ......

Conclusion: Death

Mission: Complete

A series of numbers and English characters rolled rapidly in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and they were quickly sent through the Guò satellite system to a building outside Bangalore, 200 kilometers away.

Dang Weimin looked at the death of Congressman Zashakhan on the screen, and felt a little sad in his heart, and the more he learned about this councilor, the more he felt that this person was a very upright and admirable guy. This man came from a poor background, studied and finally went to a good university, and then joined the Congress party, and was still able to clean himself in that dirty puddle of organization.

During his tenure as governor or councillor, he did not accept bribes from others, and his income was only the salary of holding a public office, and because he was a lawyer and qualified as a lawyer, he received some income from consulting fees. Sometimes when you meet the poor, you simply provide free counseling. After his wife's death, he did not remarry in a hurry, but raised his daughter seriously.

Such political figures are rare in the world, and in India they are as hard to find as diamonds over 500 carats. However, his ideals and the party's plan for the people came into conflict, and under the money offensive, all the officials were given a green light, only to meet Zashakhan and meet a red light. To this end, he also encouraged the common people to refuse to sell their land and tried to pass a rule in the city council prohibiting the establishment of paper mills in the city.

Therefore, Zashakhan, an upright and good parliamentarian, must die in the case of the Maoists attacking the whole city, and the underworld is looting on a large scale, murder, arson, and a series of crimes are being staged, so Zashakhan's death is nothing in between.

"Hey~" The party breathed a sigh of relief for the people, drew a cross on his chest, and mourned in silence for the death of a good man. Then the order was given, and the middle-aged man was a mechanical intelligent man with an alloy skeleton like a Terminator and a skin covered in artificial fibers.

The middle-aged man cut a piece of the wooden board of the writing desk with a knife, and then used the knife to sharpen it so quickly that the sawdust flew away. As long as the superhost transmits a command into this mechanical intelligent human computer, it can have some special abilities.

A few minutes later, a wooden camellia was carved out, lifelike, like a real white camellia. The middle-aged man crossed Zashakhan's hands on his chest, holding the white camellia in the middle.

White Camellia: On behalf of "you are worthy of admiration", the party apologized and respected him in this way for the people.

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