On July 13, the global attention was once again focused on the war-torn South Asian subcontinent.

At 8 a.m. New Delhi time, when thousands of Indian people left their homes and began their busy work and life, Santos announced through Indian state television that Rahul Gandhi and Priyanka Gandhi, as well as Army Commander Watel and Navy Commander Das, who were accompanied, were killed while inspecting the army in Ludhiana.

Subsequently, Santos, as chairman of the Congress Party, Prime Minister of the Indian Interim Government, and a core member of the Gandhi-Nehru family, made a tough wording, firm attitude and full of gunpowder. He called on the Indian people to unite and work together to fight against foreign enemies. Finally, Santos vowed with the reputation of the Gandhi-Nehru family that he would punish the murderer at all costs.

Throughout the morning, major Indian TV stations repeatedly played Santos's "Letter to Indian Nationals".

As the official mouthpiece of India, the Indian state TV not only concentrated on reporting Santos' speech, but also repeatedly played the scene video of Rahul Gandhi's death in the bombing, and used the news gap to report in detail the life resume of Rahul Gandhi, the glorious history of the Gandhi family, the significant contributions of "Mahatma Gandhi" to India's independence, and the video of Rajiv Gandhi's assassination in that year.

Just like Mars popping out of the explosives warehouse, the nationalist sentiment suppressing the hearts of the Indian people was instantly detonated.

At 9 a.m., hundreds of thousands of people spontaneously walked onto the streets of New Delhi.

Through the window glass 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 very messy outside. Several emotional young people dragged a middle-aged man dressed in Muslim to the street and beat the innocent with fists, feet and sticks. When he walked into the alley next to him, Li Cunxun heard the screams coming from behind.

The demonstrations are turning into riots and riots, and as criminals join, the situation will soon lose control.

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

After knocking a few times, the car door opened from the inside.

"How is the situation outside?" The agent who helped Li Cunxun interrogate Angelina glanced around and let Li Cunxun get in the car.

"It's been much more than we expected." After pulling the car door, Li Cunxun looked at the other three people in the car. "How are you doing?"

"It's fine right away. Up to five minutes."

After the three technicians took Li Cunxun's hand over to get breakfast, they continued to get busy again.

The technician on the right is monitoring the wireless communications of the New Delhi police. The technician in the middle is trying to invade the network of the New Delhi Municipal Traffic Control Center. The technician at the innermost part is responsible for processing sound and image information.

"Done!" The technician in the middle clapped and picked up the paper cup containing hot coffee. "Now, more than a thousand traffic surveillance cameras in New Delhi are all within our control."

"The focus is on the embassy area to the south, the Muslim settlement area to the north, and Chinatown." Li Cunxun turned on the ventilation system in the car and then took out the cigarette. "After obtaining the image information, upload it to the official website of the portal and major news agencies as soon as possible."

"Old Li, the police have started to act." The technician on the left turned around, "It is the Jama Mosque in the north, and the fire brigade has also been dispatched."

"Image!" Li Cunxun frowned.

The technician in the middle immediately controlled the nearby traffic surveillance camera and displayed the image on the large screen.

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

"Moulder, look, it's a moulder."

On the screen, several young men covered with black cloth on their faces threw the lit glass bottles on the Jama Mosque with gasoline. The isolation belt set up by the riot police was torn apart, and the emotional protesters rushed to the Jama Mosque like a flood under the instigation of the thugs.

"Has it been recorded?"

"All of them have been recorded and technically processed."

"Brother Li, the protesters flocked into Chinatown."

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

When Chinatown appeared on the screen, except for the technician inside, who was still working hard, the other four were shocked.

Thousands of thugs flocked to Chinatown, and dozens of police officers could not control the situation.

As the first Chinese shop was smashed by thugs, more and more shops and restaurants were attacked by thugs. The situation quickly lost control. After smashing the shop, the thugs began to rob goods, beat Chinese people, and even set fire to the shops.

"Look, what are they doing? Damn, it's really worse than beasts!"

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

On the screen, a group of thugs dragged a Chinese woman to the street and began to commit violence in public. Finally, a thug poured gasoline on the woman who had lost her intuition.

"Old Li, it's still time for us to rush over..."

"No!" Li Cunxun looked back at his partner. "Our mission is to collect evidence, let the whole world know about India's atrocities, and let everyone know about the tragedy that happened in New Delhi. Immediately upload the image information to major websites, and we leave in fifteen minutes."

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

"Old Li, are we doing nothing?" The partner got out of the car immediately and closed the car door.

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

After saying that, Li Cunxun handed the cigarette he had taken two sips to his partner. "Send the news back immediately, and wait until you take everyone out of New Delhi."

"Where are you going?"

"The above has arranged a new task for me, and I can't return to Pakistan with you." Li Cunxun grabbed his partner's shoulder. "We can't save one person, but we can save more people. When you understand this principle, you can perform the task alone."

Fifteen minutes later, the van left the underground garage.

Thousands of kilometers away, after receiving the news, Pan Yunsheng immediately rushed to the head of state.

"I have seen the news on the website." When I walked over, Ji Youguo's pace seemed very heavy. "You arranged these, right?"

Pan Yunsheng nodded. He didn't want to exaggerate the contributions of the Military Intelligence Bureau. Such contributions are not worth showing off.

"Things of the world are unpredictable!" Ji Youguo sighed and sat down and said, "Although the riots occurred in New Delhi, the blood of the Chinese people is shed. Such a result is what I least want to see and the least want to see. Originally, we have been trying our best to avoid such a situation, but we have to move towards disaster step by step."

"Lao Ji, this is not your fault." Pan Yunsheng found that the head of state had changed a lot.

Ji Youguo shook his head with a smile. "No matter what, the disaster has happened. No compensation can make the unfortunately killed compatriots alive, and it is even more impossible to make up for the wounds in our hearts."

“We must act as soon as possible to prevent the disaster from further expanding.”

"I was thinking about this before you come." Ji Yuguo picked up the cigarette, "but, before making a decision, we must know the opponent's intentions."

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

"If the riots happened in Indonesia, I wouldn't be surprised." After lit the cigarette, Jiyouguo looked at the intelligence director, "India is a nation very similar to us. It is obedient and will never go to violence unless it is absolutely necessary. If no one is fanning the flames and no one is promoting the flames, do you think Indian civilians will deal with our compatriots in such cruel ways and bloody ways?"

Pan Yunsheng was secretly shocked, and the head of state pointed out the key points in one sentence.

"Santos is playing with fire. Since ancient times, those who play with fire will definitely be **." Ji Youguo stood up again. "As a politician, Santos should know that national sentiment is just a means, not an end. National sentiment not only cannot help India achieve final victory, but will instead put India in the quagmire of war. After achieving the goal, Santos will definitely announce a truce. Now, he lacks one condition and the necessary conditions for an truce."

Pan Yunsheng quickly thought about it and said, "The reason can make India withdraw from the war with a decent amount?"

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 will take action soon."

“It’s also a good choice for us.”

"No, the problem cannot be viewed like this." Ji Youguo immediately shook his head, "The United States provoked the India-Pakistan war, and no matter how active the peace, he would have performed the black face and blushed face, and he also took all the benefits. Is there such a good thing in the world? If we don't take some means, it will probably not take long before we will be involved in the next war and pay a heavier price."

"You mean..." Pan Yunsheng was very surprised. He felt the murderous aura emitted from the head of state.

"Even if we cannot completely defeat India in this war, we must let India and all Western countries know through this war that the Republic will not be at the mercy of others, let alone at the slaughter of others." Ji Youguo stopped and turned around, "Wars cannot be fought if they want, and they can stop if they want. Those who initiate the war must be severely punished. You go back and prepare and send the evidence to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I personally say hello to Huang Guowei, and it is time for Foreign Minister Lu to show up."

Pan Yunsheng immediately stood up and said goodbye. He knew that the Chief of State had to turn from defense to attack.

After seeing off the Military Intelligence Director, Ji Youguo and Huang Guowei spoke on the phone.

Before this, the Republic had been dealing with India in a passive manner. From then on, the Republic would attack India in an active and proactive manner.
Chapter completed!