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    As a girl in an entertainment venue, Dadis also secretly swore allegiance to Commander Luo who was far away in the sky while receiving the treatment of burning knives. Of course, according to her delicate and slender figure, AIDS was dealt with countless times by benefactors.  , it is inevitable to be infected again; naturally, Hoff will not waste any more medicine on this cannon fodder type of front-line person.

    The sudden death of Colonel Henrik's family and the devastating news shocked the Arlington police and military. However, the subsequent investigation still greatly embarrassed the government; the identity of this Dadis pole dancer was investigated.  Go on, no matter how she looks like a skinny dancer, Henrik has obviously become an innocent ghost under the romantic skirt, and his family has also suffered unreasonable disasters.

    Within two days, another incident directly diverted the military's attention. The Department of Defense's Asian Policy Affairs Department was in charge of a special database. A fire destroyed a large amount of confidential information, which also greatly damaged the reputation of the Pentagon. It was busy.  A series of hidden danger investigations were conducted.

    As for the cause of the fire given by the internal fire department, the Pentagon didn't bother to mention it anymore. When has the funds reached the point where it has no money to replace aging power lines, redundant officials and tired work efficiency will exist in every country.

    While the news media was ridiculing and the outside world was calling for the military to reform its bureaucratic structure, a rather ordinary-looking Navy colonel quietly took over the chaotic Asia Policy Affairs Department of the Department of Defense. Henry  Colonel Crocker's deputy also quietly disappeared from the Pentagon.

    Amidst the excitement in the United States, a British merchant ship with mixed passenger and cargo sailing on the busy waterway also successfully sailed into the Bay of Bengal and docked at the Port of Calcutta.

    Three days of sea voyage allowed Luo Er to rest with his men.  He also continued to receive messages forwarded from the Seventh Fleet. From each message, he could also estimate that the foreign devils really looked down on him.

    "Hoo, ho," lying on the spacious floor of the captain's lounge.  Luo Er's back was covered with sweat, and he gritted his teeth while sitting and doing push-ups. His scarred back was holding a huge ammunition box; the iron ammunition box filled with a hundred anti-tank attack grenades followed him.  The ups and downs move steadily up and down.

    The soldiers surrounding the commander were also sweating and drinking tea.  Loudly cheering Luo Er, unlike Luo Er, they always have a rough Yakan fish knife hanging on their waist.

    ¡°¡­.498, 499, 500,¡± Zhang Zhuowen, who was sitting near Luo Er, counted the integer hours.  Seeing that Luo Er couldn't hold his arms straight, he quickly called two guards and struggled to lift the ammunition box. The grenade weighed 5.7 kilograms, and he couldn't even carry the weight of a box.

    At this moment, the ship's hull shook slightly and docked at the dock.

    "Wow Yaya, I'm so exhausted." Turning over and lying on the cold floor, Luo Er took a few long breaths, spread out his palms and waved them. The five soldiers, except for the buddies who were on guard outside, all took out their hands with a grimace.  He took out his wallet, pulled out a wad and handed it over; he had to be cautious in the future when betting with his superiors. Nine out of ten bets resulted in losing, which was a huge loss.

    ¡°The only people following Luo Er out this time were the three men from the guard room, Harpoon.  The remaining three are all pilots. In addition to Zhang Zhuowen, there are two blond and blue-eyed Japanese pilots. They are good at flying fixed-wing aircraft, and they can also handle helicopters.

    bath.  After breakfast, Luo Er, who put on casual silk clothes, led six big men in suits, and under the respectful escort of the captain, swaggered off the trestle and walked onto the crowded pier.

    For large cargo ships traveling between Basilan Island and Freeport, the Security Department will not let them go easily. Although they have no intention of owning the ships, it is inevitable that these captains who travel around the world will be rewarded with a burning knife.

    On the pier, the officers and soldiers of the Special Service Regiment who arrived earlier, three strong men headed by Zhou Guangdao, drove two black Honda cars and had been waiting for a long time; and standing next to Zhou Guangdao was a man from the East District of Calcutta City.  Police Chief Akkineni Nagarjuna, as a Sikh believer, wore formal attire to greet the distinguished guests today.

    Under the thick navy blue turban, Akkineni Nagarjuna's dark brown eyes stared closely at Luo Er, who was approaching. As the face of the person in front of him became clearer and clearer, deep in the eyes of the police chief, there was that familiar look.  The red light flashed away.

    Akkineni Nagarjuna, who has believed in fairness and justice, poverty alleviation and religious freedom since he was a child, would never have imagined that the Ministry of Security Intelligence Network's first opening in India would fall directly on his head.  A few days ago, there was a fight in front of the police station. Seven or eight elite police officers were provoked and knocked down by a foreign tourist. He received that damn Captain Zhou on a whim.

    Although the number of Sikhs living in Punjab is not large, accounting for only 2% of the country's population, they are the second largest population in the country.They provide one of the strongest grains in the country, and this place is known as the "Granary of India". This information from several American captains allowed the Security Department to quickly find the bearded director. It was a stroke of luck.

    With Chief Akkineni Nagarjuna coming out to greet them, Luo Er and his group took a car smoothly, passed through a large slum area, arrived at the police station in the city center, and checked into the hotel next door.

    Luo Er had no idea about India before, and he was very dissatisfied with the sporadic news he heard. But while driving in the car, he suddenly realized that his vision was too narrow, and he was only on the edge of the Pacific Ocean.  Wandered back and forth on several islands.

    Here, although sewage flows across the interlaced streets and Old Niu wanders around, the endless flow of people on the street is enough for him to suppress the feeling of rejection in his heart and greedily scan the piles of pharmaceutical raw materials.

    As for other scenic scenes, Luo Er couldn't bear to look at them at all. He leaned on the soft seat and kept thinking about it, with a faint smile on his lips from time to time.

    In the same city in India, if you are extremely poor, you can live in a shanty town with tiles covering your head, breaking your head with your neighbor for a glass of clean water. If you are rich, you can enjoy the most authentic British delicacies and sit down.  Luo Er in the hotel restaurant.  After enjoying a delicious English morning tea, he cordially joined hands with Director Akkineni Nagarjuna and entered a luxurious suite.

    Thanks to the long-standing colonial tradition of the British, Director Akkineni Nagarjuna speaks fluent English, allowing Luo Er to communicate with himself, a peripheral intelligence agent, without any hindrance.  Smoking cigars and drinking tasteless black tea, communication went very smoothly.

    On a large-scale map on the dark green marble coffee table, Director Akkineni Nagarjuna not only marked eleven strategic reserve military grain depots in the suburbs of New Delhi, but also marked the seven largest grain depot areas in Punjab Province in detail with a red pen.  .

    "Those eleven military grain depots. Due to climate reasons, the shipment will be delayed by one week, but it will not exceed nine days at the latest," Akkineni Nagarjuna stood beside Luo Er with a bow, stretched out his stubby fingers, and pointed softly.  "There are 900,000 tons of finished military grain and more than 300,000 tons of livestock grain in the grain depot."

    "Oh, let me tell you, why do you know so well? It seems that you are a policeman and not an officer," Luo Er looked at Akkineni Nagarjuna in surprise and asked with confusion.  According to his understanding, this confidential information, which can be considered Level 2 or higher, cannot be obtained so easily.

    "Haha, respected Chief Luo, you must know that this is India. In the official class, except for your own wife, nothing is a secret. You can figure out everything with a few phone calls," Akkineni Nagarjuna smiled honestly.  His eyes sparkled with triumphant kindness.

    "That's it," Luo Er secretly took a breath and shook his head helplessly. If I were a British man, I would never leave you "cute" bureaucrats even if I were killed.

    ?Looking at the map.  Luo Er's eyes glanced at a dotted line in the Himalayas. Before he could ask, Akkineni Nagarjuna cleverly stepped forward and explained, "That is the McMahon Line. It was negotiated between the British representative McMahon and the Tibetan local government before my country's independence." The dividing line was in 1913."

    "Oh, it happened decades ago," Luo Erhun picked up the teacup casually and sipped the tea and asked, "So now the mainland has admitted it?"

    "No, our country occupies nearly 100,000 square kilometers more. Of course the mainland will not admit it," Akkineni Nagarjuna replied honestly. Like most Indian officials, he had little interest in the barren mountains on the plateau.  Of course, he couldn't see the rich mineral resources underground there, and he couldn't make money there.

    "Haha, McMahon, that old devil is a piece of shit. He drew a line before leaving. He really thinks of himself as Jesus." Luo Er smiled gloomily. He originally planned to grab a handful and leave.  , but it¡¯s different now. If you have something to do, you can still be idle.

    There are countless pharmaceutical raw materials here, so he has an excuse.

    "Ah, what, Officer Nagarjuna, are there many prisoners in your prison here?" Luo Er affectionately handed over a cigar, crossed his legs and asked easily.

    "Are you talking about those low-caste people?" A trace of contempt appeared on Akkineni Nagarjuna's face, and he carefully put away his cigar. "The prison has long been crowded. The upper-caste people can get out for a little money. As for them, are they alive or dead?"  People don¡¯t care, but they don¡¯t have the money to post bail,¡±

    Akkineni Nagarjuna's slightly disgusted tone made Luo Er not feel any offense at all. Overjoyed, he placed another thick letter on the coffee table map, "You are very good, the reward is necessary,"

    After discussing the next itinerary with Akkineni Nagarjuna, Luo Er smiled and asked Zhang Zhuowen to take out a thick bounty letter and hand it over to this seemingly loyal guy.He asked sarcastically, "Do you have time in the afternoon? I want to visit a few prisons."

    In the afternoon, accompanied by Chief of Police Akkineni Nagarjuna, Luo Er traveled around three prisons in the suburbs of Kolkata. During this period, six chief and deputy wardens and more than 30 key prison guards accepted Luo Er under the jealous eyes of the director.  The knife-burning potion given personally.

    Of course, Luo Er unceremoniously put the 1,520 prisoners who were too poor to pay for their meals into the medical kit. During the four days he stayed here, he still had plenty of time to visit them.

    In the evening, Luo Er was resting in the hotel, but he was shocked by the enthusiasm of Director Akkineni Nagarjuna. More than a dozen so-called goddesses were found from who knows where. Although the director patted his chest and assured that they were clean and pure, he still let Chief Luo kick them out.  into the living room.

    The strong smell of curry on their bodies turned Luo Er off. He had no interest in hunting wild food, so he took advantage of the guards and soldiers.

    During the four days he stayed in Calcutta, Luo Er replenished the amount of medicine and saw the luxurious style of India's upper class under the introduction of Director Akkineni Nagarjuna.

    Colonel Dilip Prabhavalkar, a logistics officer in the Northwest Military Region of the Indian Army, was a friend he had just made. After compassionately curing the logistics officer¡¯s moderate tuberculosis, there was another capable soldier in the Indian intelligence network.

    Director Akkineni Nagarjuna, who looks honest and honest, was appointed by Chief Luo as the deputy chief of the Indian Intelligence Station. As for the position of the station chief, he is still far behind based on his status as police chief.
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