On July 13, the world's eyes were once again focused on the war-torn South Asian subcontinent.

At 8 a.m. New Delhi time, when thousands of Indians left their homes to start a busy day of work and life, Santos announced through Indian state television that Rahul Gandhi and Priyanka Gandhi, as well as Army Commander Wattel and Navy Commander Das, had been killed while inspecting the army in Ludhiana.

Subsequently, Santos, in his capacity as chairman of the Congress Party, prime minister of India's interim government, and a core member of the Gandhi Nehru family, issued a strong-worded, resolute, and gunpowder-filled "Letter to the Indian People", calling on the Indian people to unite and work together to fight against foreign enemies. Finally, Santos also swore in the honor of the Gandhi Nehru family that he would punish the murderers at all costs.

Throughout the morning, India's major television stations were broadcasting Santos's "Letter to the People of India" repeatedly.

As the official mouthpiece of India, Indian state television not only focused on Santos's speech, but also repeatedly broadcast the live video of Rahul Gandhi's death, and used the news break to report in detail on Rahul Gandhi's life and resume, the glorious history of the Gandhi family, the major contribution made by Mahatma Gandhi to India's independence, and the video of Rajiv Gandhi's assassination that year.

Like a spark popping out of an explosives depot, the nationalist sentiment that had been suppressed in the hearts of the Indian people was detonated in an instant.

At nine o'clock in the morning, hundreds of thousands of people spontaneously took to the streets of New Delhi.

Through the window pane of the coffee shop, Li Cunxun could clearly see the angry expressions of the demonstrators.

After the marching crowd walked away, Li Cunxun went to the counter to buy a few fast food and left the coffee shop. It was still chaotic outside, and several agitated young men dragged a middle-aged man dressed as a Muslim out into the street and frantically beat innocent people with fists, feet, sticks, and sticks. When he walked into the alley next to him, Li Cunxun heard screams coming from behind him.

Demonstrations are turning into riots and riots, and the situation can quickly spiral out of control as lawbreakers join.

Fifteen minutes later, Li Cunxun walked into the underground garage of a building and walked straight to the Ford van parked in the corner.

After a few knocks. The doors opened from the inside.

"How's it going out there?" The agent who helped Lee interrogate Angelina glanced around. Only then did Li Cunxun get into the car.

"Much more than we expected." After closing the car door. Li Cunxun glanced at the other three people in the car. "How's the preparation?"

"Right away. Up to five minutes. ”

The three technicians took Li Cunxun's handover and came early. I continued to get busy again.

A technician on the right is listening to the New Delhi police's ground wireless communications. The technician in the middle is trying to hack into the network of the New Delhi Municipal Traffic Control Center. The innermost technician is responsible for processing sound and image information.

"That's it!" The technician in the middle clapped his hands and picked up the paper cup with the hot coffee. "Now, we have more than 1,000 traffic surveillance cameras in New Delhi at our fingertips."

"The focus is on the embassy district to the south and the Muslim ghetto to the north, as well as Chinatown." Li Cunxun turned on the ventilation system in the car, and then felt for a cigarette. "After obtaining the image data, upload it to the portal and the official websites of major news agencies as soon as possible."

"Lao Li, the police are starting to act." The technician on the left turned around, "It's the Jama Mosque to the north, and the fire brigade has been dispatched." ”

"Image!" Li Cunxun frowned.

The technician in the middle immediately took control of the nearby traffic surveillance camera and displayed the image on a large screen.

Thousands of agitated young people surrounded the Jama Mosque and clashed with riot police who arrived early. As more and more people arrived, bricks, stones and glass bottles began to be thrown at the mosque.

"Molotov cocktails, look, Molotov cocktails."

On the screen, several young men with black cloths over their faces threw lit glass bottles filled with gasoline at the Jama Mosque. The barrier set up by the riot police was torn open, and agitated demonstrators, egged on by the mob, flooded into the Jama Mosque.

"Is it recorded?"

"It's all recorded, and it's being done technically."

"Brother Li, the demonstrators have poured into Chinatown."

"Give me the image!" Li Cunxun's right hand holding a cigarette trembled slightly.

When Chinatown appeared on the screen, except for the innermost technician, who was still working hard, the other four people were stunned.

Tens of thousands of thugs poured into Chinatown, and dozens of police officers simply couldn't control the situation.

As the first Chinese shop was smashed by the mob, more and more shops and restaurants were attacked by the mob. The situation quickly spiraled out of control, and after smashing down the shops, the mob began looting goods, beating the Chinese, and even setting fire to the shops.

"Look, what are they doing? Damn, it's not as good as a beast! ”

The technician in the middle was just about to change the picture, and Li Cunxun pressed his shoulder.

On the screen, a mob dragged a Chinese woman out into the street and began to commit violence in public. In the end, a thug poured gasoline on the woman who had lost her instincts.

"Lao Li, it's still too late for us to rush over......"

"No way!" Li Cunxun looked back at his partner. "Our mission is to gather evidence so that the world knows about the atrocities in India and everyone about the tragedy that took place in New Delhi. Immediately upload the image to the major websites, and we will leave in fifteen minutes. ”

The three technicians were busy again, and Li Cunxun patted his partner on the shoulder and got out of the car first.

"Lao Li, don't we do anything?" The partner also got out of the car immediately and closed the door smoothly.

"What can we do?" Li Cunxun lit another cigarette, "What we can do is to publish the crimes of the Indian thugs as quickly as possible, so that the international community can put pressure on the Indian government." In this way, we can protect other compatriots and allow more compatriots to survive. ”

After speaking, Li Cunxun handed the cigarette he had smoked two puffs to his partner. "Send the message back immediately, and wait for you to leave New Delhi with everyone."

"Where are you going?"

"I have been given a new assignment from above, and I cannot return to Pakistan with you." Li Cunxun grabbed his partner's shoulder. "We can't save one person, but we can save many more. When you understand this, you'll be able to carry out the task alone. ”

Fifteen minutes later, the van left the underground garage.

Thousands of kilometers away, after Pan Yunsheng received the news, he immediately rushed to the head of state's capital.

"The message I've seen on the website." When he walked over, Ji Youguo's steps seemed heavy. "You arranged all of this, right?"

Pan Yunsheng nodded, he didn't want to exaggerate the merits of the MIA. Such credit is also not worth showing off.

"The world is unpredictable!" Ji Youguo sighed, sat down and said, "Although the riot happened in New Delhi, it was the blood of the sons and daughters of China. This is the last thing I want to see, and the last thing I want to see. Originally, we had been trying to avoid such a situation, but we had to take it step by step towards disaster. ”

"Old Ji, it's not your fault." Pan Yunsheng found that the mentality of the Führer had changed greatly.

Ji Youguo smiled and shook his head. "In any case, the disaster has happened, and no compensation can bring the unfortunate compatriots back to life, let alone repair the wounds in our hearts."

"We must act as soon as possible to stop the catastrophe from spreading further."

"I was thinking about it before you came." Ji Youguo picked up the cigarette, "It's just that before making a decision, we must know the intentions of the opponent." ”

"The opponent's intentions?" Pan Yunsheng frowned.

"I wouldn't be surprised if the riots happened in Indonesia." After lighting a cigarette, Ji Youguo glanced at the intelligence chief, "India is a nation very similar to us, and it is obedient and will never resort to violence unless it is absolutely necessary. If no one fanned the flames behind the scenes, no one was behind them, do you think the Indian civilians would have dealt with our compatriots in such a cruel way, with such bloody means? ”

Pan Yunsheng was secretly surprised, and the Fuhrer's words made the key point clear.

"Santos is playing with fire, and since ancient times, those who play with fire must **." Ji Youguo stood up again, "As a politician, Santos should know that national sentiment is only a means, not an end. Instead of helping India achieve eventual victory, national sentiment will plunge India into the quagmire of war. Having achieved his goal, Santos will certainly declare a truce. Now, he lacks a condition, a necessary condition for an armistice. ”

Pan Yunsheng thought about it quickly and said, "Can India have a decent reason to withdraw from the war?" ”

Ji Youguo nodded slightly, touched his chin and pondered for a while, and said: "Western countries led by the United States will provide Santos with this reason in the form of sanctions on both sides of the war, and they will take action soon." ”

"It's also a good choice for us."

"No, you can't look at it that way." Ji Youguo immediately shook his head, "The United States provoked the war between India and Pakistan, and no matter how actively it promoted peace, it played all the black faces and red faces, and the benefits were taken up, there are such good things in the world?" If we don't do something, I'm afraid it won't be long before we will be drawn into the next war and pay an even heavier price. ”

"You mean......" Pan Yunsheng was very surprised in his heart, he felt the awe-inspiring murderous aura emanating from the Führer's body.

"Even if India cannot be completely defeated in this war, it is necessary to let India and all Western countries know through this war that the republic will not be at the mercy of others, let alone slaughtered by others." Ji Youguo stopped and turned around, "War is not something that can be fought if you want to, and you can stop if you want to. Those who start wars must be severely punished. You go back and get ready, and send the evidence to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I personally greeted Huang Guowei, and it was time for the foreign minister to show up. ”

Pan Yunsheng immediately got up and said goodbye, he knew that Yuan would turn defense into offense.

After sending off the director of military intelligence, Ji Youguo talked to Huang Guowei on the phone.

Until then, the republic had been dealing with India in a passive manner. From this point on, the republic will strike at India in a proactive manner