Dominate South Asia

Opening the box, inside were bunches of incense used in temples.

"Depend on this?" Osama asked curiously.

"Of course." Muhammad said, "This is not an ordinary incense. It contains special ingredients. If a person breathes it for ten minutes, he will be knocked unconscious and will not wake up until several hours later."

This is the incense, which is specially used to commit crimes. Before coming, Muhammad asked the Pakistani intelligence department to help get it. When crossing the border, in a country like India that worships Buddhism, carrying incense used for tribute can better show piety. No one would suspect that there is something strange in this incense.

"We still have to explore the terrain around the temple." Muhammad said, "Especially the local police station. If we alarm them, we have to find a way to delay them. Also, we need a belt conveyor."

According to the information that Muhammad had in his later life, there were too many treasures in the secret room, weighing tons. If these things were moved directly by people, they would not be moved until dawn. In later life, moving companies in Western countries all relied on belt conveyors to save effort. They set them up, moved the things up, and directly transported them to the car.

"Okay, I'll take people to scout around tomorrow." Osama said.

This is a big operation. If the Indians find out, it will be too difficult to steal again.

The advantage here is that there are many tourists around, and the locals have long been accustomed to it. Muhammad and other unfamiliar faces appearing on the street will not arouse suspicion at all.

The next day, several people separated and wandered around the temple. It was not big. Apart from the temple, there were no tall buildings. They were all houses of Indian natives. In front of the temple, it was relatively wide, allowing the convoy to enter and exit freely, but civilians would appear on both sides at any time.

After turning around, Muhammad found that the side was more suitable. Although this side was just wide enough for vehicles to pass, it was relatively secluded. One side was facing the water, and loading here would not be discovered at all. Moreover, there was a window on this side. As long as the belt conveyor was set up, the goods would fall directly from the window to the truck.

After walking past a street corner, Muhammad suddenly stopped. Faintly, he felt that someone was following him. This was completely an intuition, an instinctive intuition cultivated on the battlefield.

Who was it? Muhammad continued to walk, and got on a boat on the small river next to him.

When he got on the boat, Muhammad naturally turned his head back, and immediately, in the crowd on the shore, he found a special back figure. Although the body was also hidden in the bright Indian robe, the body was so slender, and it was not a local woman at all.

Who is this? Why is the back figure so familiar? Muhammad couldn't help but be alert in his heart.

The other party did not follow up. Muhammad watched the native Indians rowing the boat and wandering in the river, knowing that he had to solve this trouble.

Before solving the stalker, he couldn't do it!

Only a few people knew the news. In addition to President Zia-ul-Haq, there were only these soldiers who followed him. Who leaked the secret? Muhammad kept thinking about everything in the past few days in his mind.

No matter who it is, he should set a trap. It's too easy to catch the person who followed him.

On the third day, at noon, the sun was shining brightly.

The Indian mainland is originally located in the south, and Kerala is in the south of India, which is even hotter. In this kind of weather, even wild dogs are panting and sticking out their tongues.

No one is moving at this time, and it is quiet all around.

Muhammad sat on a big stone in the corner of the street, quietly looking at the tall temple in the distance. Suddenly, Muhammad stood up and strode to one end of the street, through which he could reach one side of the temple.

When Muhammad arrived next to the temple, he used his hands and feet to quietly climb up the temple, grabbed the reliefs, entered the second floor of the temple, and disappeared without a trace.

At one end of the street, a woman slowly stood up, looking at the place where Muhammad disappeared, with a smile on her face. She slowly walked forward and also came to the side of the temple, wanting to follow the other party and quietly crawl into the temple.

"Catch her! She wants to steal things in the temple!" At this moment, such a voice came from somewhere, the voice was crisp, it was a girl's shout.

The woman was startled. She looked down and saw countless Indians suddenly appearing in the empty streets. The monks guarding the temple were in the front. They were all holding sticks and looking at the woman who had just climbed up the temple along the relief.

"God! She dared to climb our temple! She is blaspheming our temple!" The girl continued, "Catch her!"

"Yes, Saint!" The monks and indigenous residents shouted and began to attack the woman climbing up, using their sticks to poke her hard.

"Vesali, good job." At some point, Muhammad appeared next to the girl again. This girl was the Saint of the temple, Veshali. No one around didn't know her.

Now that so many people were around, the woman who was following him would definitely not be able to run away. Muhammad looked at the woman climbing the relief on top with pride. She wanted to follow him. Was it almost?

This morning, when Muhammad found Veshali and asked her for help, the girl agreed without hesitation.

Just like that, Mhammad made the woman who was following him appear. Now, let's see how she escapes!

The woman who was climbing on the relief slowly turned around and looked at the monks below who were poking at her with sticks. They almost hit her anus several times, so she could only quickly pull his sticks from her waist. Something was pulled out.

"Pa!" There was a crisp sound, and everyone was stunned.

Gunshots! This woman actually carries a gun!

Kerala has always been safe. Even during several Indo-Pakistani wars, the flames of war have not reached here. Since World War II, people here have been living quietly. Although there have been violent incidents, at most they have been violent. Knives, even the local police station, only two senior police officers have pistols, the rest have rubber sticks.

Now, this woman actually has a gun in her hand! Moreover, it shoots into the air, this is a real gun!

"Get out of my way, or I will kill you!" the other party said.

The words were so familiar, and every pore in Mhamad's body suddenly dilated. This woman, Mhamad will never forget.

Aisha, the Soviet agent who once seduced her on the streets of Peshawar, later became Karina, lurking next to Masood, and almost killed all the Panjshir guerrillas, and now, Appeared in India again!

This woman has always had this kind of fate with herself! Now, since this woman appears in front of him again, he must not let her escape again!

"Her pistol is fake!" Mhamad shouted, "Don't be afraid!"

Facing Mhamad's shouting, Kournieva finally couldn't help it. She was simply using these Indians to block his bullets. Mhamad was so cunning!

Kournieva held the pistol and was about to aim at Mhamad when she felt a sudden numbness on her wrist. Then, she couldn't hold the pistol and dropped it.

"Sister, I shot off her pistol." Next to Veshali, a teenage boy shouted, holding a slingshot in his hand. Just now, it was this boy who used the slingshot to fly a stone and hit it. On Kournieva's wrist.

Kurnieva's wrists hurt, and then her ankle bones also felt pain. The wooden sticks below had already hit her feet. She bent her legs and rolled down from the top.

A group of monks surrounded her. Although Kournyeva was a trained KGB agent, she was unable to defeat four people with her fists. Faced with the beatings of so many people, she had no room to fight back.

The monks fought very hard and dared to come to the temple to cause trouble. Do you still want to live?

"She has blasphemed the gods, and she should use her body to compensate!" Mhamad shouted from behind.

Damn it, such a bitch, now it’s time to let you know the consequences of going against me, Mhamad thought in his heart.

Hamad's words reminded the monks and the people. They stopped and realized that the woman in front of them was really beautiful, with a sense of voluptuousness in her bones.

Yes, this woman is delicious! The men started to choke, this was a big party!

The screams of Kournieva could be heard from inside, as well as the men's screams of joy, accompanied by the sound of snapping.

The sun was slowly setting, and Kournieva's screams gradually became quieter. In the end, she was almost speechless.

On the ground, a pool of blood flowed out from Kournieva's lower body. Although she had been trained in this area, she still couldn't stand so many men.

"That's enough, we can't let her die here, otherwise it will be disrespectful to the temple." Finally, Saint Vesali spoke.

The woman under her crotch had no vitality and was completely turned into a pile of rotten flesh. When the last man stood up from the ground, no one was interested in this woman anymore, and everyone dispersed in a hurry.

Mhamad slowly approached, looked at Kournieva on the ground, and said, "Don't you have fangs in your mouth? It's so easy to crush the fangs."

Mhammad spoke in Russian.

All KGB agents must have their own way of solving the problem. Sometimes, there is something more terrifying than death, like now.

"Humph, I enjoyed it just now." Kournieva said feebly: "This wonderful feeling is not something you can enjoy casually. It turns out that Indian men are the strongest."

"Really?" Mhammad looked at Kournieva and said calmly: "Then do you know that many of these men are HIV positive?"