Japeel was also shocked by the news that two fourth-generation core members of the Gandhi Nehru family, as well as the commander of the Indian Army and Navy, had been killed by Pakistani warplanes. The sharp instincts of politicians immediately told the US president that this was definitely not an isolated incident.

Without any hesitation, Japell immediately asked the Marines to send a helicopter to pick up Wesley.

"I've just received the news, and the details are not very clear." Wesley wasn't lying, he was both shocked and dazed.

"I just want to know if this incident has anything to do with us!"

"It certainly has nothing to do with us." Wesley replied in the affirmative, "Maybe it was just a bombing accident, or a Pakistani decapitation operation that was not targeted at Rahul, but at the Indian Army and Navy Commanders." Besides, who wants to blow up Rahul Gandhi? ”

"Wesley, do you really not understand, or do you not understand?" Jappel was a little fed up with the incompetence of the deputy director of intelligence.

The deputy director of intelligence was stunned for a moment and did not react.

"Rahul Gandhi is the only one who can pose a threat to Santos, we are unequivocally behind Santos, and now that he is dead, we are the most suspicious, understand?"

"But we have neither the ability nor the reason to do so."

"It's not that there is no ability and reason, but Rahul Gandhi is dead!" Japel slapped the table on the face, "Anyway, you have to find out about this matter immediately." I want to know whether this incident has anything to do with us, and whether there is any evidence against us. ”

Wesley didn't argue anymore, and the president was right.

The point is whether there is evidence against the United States. If there is. It must be destroyed.

New Delhi. In an apartment building east of the University of Delhi.

Just like any other intelligence officer. Macri has a cover identity as an associate professor at the University of Delhi's School of Political Science.

After being woken up by a phone call. He immediately asked one of his most trusted men to verify the authenticity of the information.

Decades of experience working in local intelligence told Macri. The killing of Rahul Gandhi was not a bomb dropped by Pakistani warplanes. Not only did Pakistan have no reason to blow up Rahul. Instead, he wants Rahul to replace Santos. Thus ending this war. According to the principle of "profit motive". The real murderer behind the scenes is none other than Santos, who lives in the prime minister's palace. There are also American interest groups that can profit from this.

Santos asked him to provide Rahul Gandhi when scheduling. Macri thought it was strange. Rahul Gandhi didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Santos cares so much about this "relative". Is there any ulterior motives? Then. Macri had an eye on it. After leaving the Prime Minister's Office. He did not immediately return to the Joint Bureau of Investigation. Stopped the car halfway through. A few minutes later. He saw the U.S. intelligence liaison officer, Serrati, drive away from the Prime Minister's Office. Unexpectedly. A few hours later. Rahul Gandhi was killed.

The clues all point to Santos and American interest groups, and Macri knows that, as an insider, Santos will not let him go.

When it was time to reply, Macri packed his bags.

When he was still a field agent, Macri prepared more than a dozen passports, several false identities, and deposited a $1.5 million "pension" in a Swiss bank.

The day he became the head of the Joint Investigation Bureau, Macri knew that sooner or later these things would come in handy.

Glancing at his watch, Macri glanced at the telephone again. At that moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, and then the phone rang.

Coincidental? No, certainly not a coincidence!

Instead of answering the phone, Macri pulled out his pistol. He realized that the man he trusted best had betrayed him. As soon as he picks up the microphone, the killer outside the door knows he's at home.

Aiming his gun at the door, Macri cautiously walked towards the door.

Outside the door there was the sound of heavy objects falling on the floor, and then it fell silent again.

Isn't the killer going to use a gun, but going to blow up the entire apartment?

Opening the pistol's safety, Macri grabbed the handle on the door panel. He hadn't used a gun in more than a decade, and more than a decade had passed since the last time he killed someone.

Pulling open the door, Macri didn't even think about it, and immediately pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit the opposite iron door panel, splashing a bright spark. The sound of gunfire echoed in the hallway several times before it gradually dissipated. On the floor outside the door lay a burly middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes.

After quickly checking the situation in the hallway, Macri turned the middle-aged man over.

Seeing the middle-aged man's face clearly, Macri suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. It was Serati, the CIA-sent intelligence liaison officer, with a muffler-mounted, loaded pistol under him!

"If I were you, I'd get out of here right now."

Hearing the words suddenly coming from the hallway, Macri immediately turned sideways and turned the muzzle of the gun in the direction from which the sound came. When he pulled the trigger, the pistol did not react at all, because the sleeve of the pistol was grasped by a strong hand and could not fire the bullet.

"If I'm going to kill you, I don't have to do it myself." The man snatched Macri's pistol, "You didn't even use a muffler, do you want the whole building to know that you just killed someone?" ”

"I ...... I didn't kill him......"

"You didn't kill him, but he had your fingerprints on his gun."

Macri was startled and immediately threw away the pistol with the muffler.

"I'm not a policeman, and I'm not here to arrest you."

"You...... Who are you? ”

The man stepped out of the shadows of the hallway, revealing the face of an Oriental. "My name is Li Cunxun, an agent of the Military Intelligence Agency, and my mission is to rescue you."

"You...... Are you Chinese? ”

Li Cunxun nodded, and then looked at his watch. "That CIA agent downstairs has been killed by me. It's just that I didn't expect you to be stupid enough to use a pistol without a muffler installed. The police will arrive in ten minutes, do you want to stay, or do you want to come with me? ”

"Do I have any other choice?" Macri calmed down, and if the Chinese agent named Li Cunxun really wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have killed the CIA agent.

In the blink of an eye, the director of the Joint Investigation Bureau understood the situation in front of him.

The CIA must have been involved in the bombing of Rahul and intended to kill him. In this case, even if he escaped from India and went to Europe, he would not be able to escape the clutches of the CIA.

For Macri, the only way out is to cooperate with the CIA and get asylum from China.

Li Cunxun looked at Macri and entered the apartment.

"We should leave ...... right away"

"What's the hurry?" Li Cunxun didn't stop, walked into the kitchen, and turned on the switch of the gas canister, "As long as you know that you are not dead, the CIA will always hunt you down." Go and carry the corpse downstairs and change into your clothes. ”

Macri was startled and immediately understood.

After he carried the body up and changed his clothes, Li Cunxun took out the pistol that Serrati had brought, fired two shots at the corpse, then stuffed a magazine into the bread machine, and finally walked to the door and picked up Serati. The whole process was done in one go, without any mud and water.

"What are you doing? Come and lift his feet. ”

He ...... Isn't he dead? ”

"Who said he was dead?" Lee Cunxun is a little skeptical about whether Macri is the director of the Joint Investigation Bureau. "He's the only one who can prove your innocence, and you can't let him die yet."

Macri immediately went up to help Lee Cunxun lift Serati.

Five minutes later, the car in which the two men were traveling had left the university campus. Before the police arrived, a gas explosion occurred in Macri's apartment, and firefighters dug up a burned body from the rubble.

At 11 o'clock in the morning Beijing time, after receiving a message from Li Cunxun, Pan Yunsheng immediately went to the head of state's capital.

"The Joint Bureau of Investigation?" Ji Youguo did not know much about India's intelligence system.

"India's largest intelligence agency is equivalent to our Military Intelligence Agency, Foreign Intelligence Agency and National Security Agency, or the CIA and NSA of the United States."

Ji Youguo nodded slightly. "When will they be able to return?"

"Macri arrived in Pakistan this afternoon, and our agents have not left India yet."

"Didn't leave? Have another task? ”

"I haven't let him come back for a while, and there are still a lot of things that need to be done."

Ji Youguo didn't dwell on this issue anymore, intelligence work was not his specialty. "What did Macri explain?"

"According to his confession, yesterday afternoon, Santos asked him to submit a report on Rahul Gandhi's itinerary."

"Santos asked Macri to follow Rahul?"

"It's not tracking, Rahul is an important political figure, and the Joint Investigation Bureau has an obligation to protect his safety, so it needs to know his whereabouts."

Ji Youguo touched his chin. "So, it has something to do with Santos?"

"In addition to that, there is a relationship with the CIA."

"What do you mean?"

"When our agents arrived, the CIA's intelligence liaison officer in New Delhi was preparing to assassinate Macri."

"What!?" Ji Youguo immediately stood up, looking shocked.

"Typical murder." Pan Yunsheng was not surprised at all, "We captured alive that CIA intelligence liaison officer named Serati, and he will be sent back with Macri." ”

"Interrogate as soon as possible!" Ji Youguo gritted his teeth, "No matter what, investigate this matter thoroughly." ”

Pan Yunsheng nodded. "I've already arranged it, and there will be definite news in two to three days."

"That's the best, you go get busy first, and if there's news, tell me immediately."

Pan Yunsheng immediately got up to say goodbye and left the Führer's Mansion.

Seeing off the director of the Military Intelligence Bureau, it took a while for Ji Youguo to gradually calm down.

As he had previously speculated, the CIA orchestrated the assassination of Rahul Gandhi for his ulterior motives. This also shows once again that the United States has been involved in the Indo-Pakistani war, and it is getting deeper and deeper.

After Rahul's death, Santos was bound to sing nationalist tunes in order to strengthen his position.

Within two years, Santos will not step down. But the war cannot drag on for two years, not even two months.

After pondering for a while, Ji Youguo picked up the phone microphone.

At this point in the crisis in South Asia, it is time to put an end to it