Chapter 38: Bloody New Delhi

  Body - Three

  After exiting the Indira Gandhi International Airport, I met up with my colleagues stationed locally. Please visit us using our pinyin domain name. After obtaining the necessary weapons and equipment from them, I took a minibus to New Delhi city centre, then transferred to an auto rickshaw and headed straight for the North Temple.

  On the road, the tuk-tuk weaves in and out of the crowded streets, with a cacophony of horns blaring around me. People passing by glance at me with wide eyes, taking a quick look at the tuk-tuk I'm sitting in before moving on. Occasionally, I also take a peek at them, then shift my gaze back to the far end of the street.

  I'm desperately searching... desperately searching... trying to find that once familiar face in this completely unfamiliar city, unfamiliar streets, and unfamiliar crowds. Although I know it's impossible to find him among them, I still keep searching. "Rusubinda! Where are you?" I keep asking myself in my heart.

  He was lean and short, every muscle on his body as hard as steel. When talking to people, he always had a faint smile on his face... This is Rosbinde, the least noticeable little guy in an elite special forces team. He wasn't someone I considered my best friend, and we were even one of the friends who talked the least. Now, with the passage of time, my impression of him has become very vague, only remembering that he was a great fighter. Now, he makes me worried...

  After a bumpy ride, I finally arrived at the Naip temple. The Naip temple is a small-scale temple with high and low buildings around it, telling every visitor that this is one of the poorest residential areas in New Delhi. Although the temple is small, the incense is very strong, and the Buddha statue is spotless.

  I am not a believer, but looking at the tall and majestic Buddha statue in front of me, I still lit three incense sticks, knelt down and worshipped. With my hands clasped together, I softly said to the Buddha: "Merciful Buddha, please bless my comrades, turn calamity into good fortune, and adversity into auspiciousness!"

  As it approached noon, I arrived at a small street-side shop. After ordering lunch, I started eating and browsing through the materials sent to me by the Foreign Affairs Bureau headquarters. According to the information displayed on the materials, Rossbynda's last distress signal was sent from the location of the Na Pu Temple, but after checking around the temple, I didn't find any valuable clues. I don't know where the terminal that sent Rossbynda's distress signal is located, which means it may be as difficult to find him as finding a needle in the ocean.

  "What to do? What should I do? Rosbinde must be suffering inhuman torture now, the cruel means of the Gilitar organization's mistreatment of prisoners I have experienced myself. Every minute delayed in rescuing him would mean an additional minute of suffering... Heaven knows what he will encounter in these past few days!" Finally, driven by desperation, I decided to use a drastic method to expose myself and lure out the hidden cult organization personnel.

  I quickly shoveled the sticky food in my bowl into my mouth, then swiftly contacted my colleagues stationed in New Delhi. I asked them to prepare a portable shortwave transmitter for me, and then began strolling around the streets near Nappur Temple while intensively sending out shortwave radio signals. As evening approached, I spent 5,000 rupees hiring an auto-rickshaw driver, instructing him to send out a series of swift messages at every street corner near Nappur Temple every half hour that night, for a total of five rounds. I told him I was a electromagnetic signal tester and hoped he could actively cooperate with my work.

  The auto driver was a very down-to-earth person, he didn't know what an electromagnetic signal tester was and didn't want to know either, but he was thrilled to be able to earn 5,000 rupees in such a short time with such a simple task, so he agreed readily.

  At 8:30 in the evening, the driver of the doodle car began to send out the first set of short-wave signals. He was a man with a poor brain and did not follow my method at all, but just went through the motions with a string of disorderly and random presses, then walked into a nearby tavern to drink. But that didn't matter anymore, as long as he could lure the enemy over, my goal would be achieved. I hid in the shadows, waiting for the enemy's appearance.

  As midnight approached and preparations were being made to send out the final signal, the enemy finally appeared.

  The driver of the scooter walked to the street corner, just as he was about to press the transmit button on his two-way radio again. Four men in black suddenly emerged from the shadows and tied him up without saying a word. I saw that the situation was urgent, so I quickly ran towards them.

  Four men in black dragged the tricycle driver to a dark corner. I hid in the 'shadow' of a wall, just one wall away from them, and secretly watched and listened. One of the men in black grabbed the tricycle driver's collar and fiercely asked: "Speak! What kind of person are you? Who are you sending information to?" The tricycle driver was now shaking with fear. He begged: "I... I'm sorry sir, I don't know what you're talking about... Please... Don't hurt me! I'm just a poor and shabby tricycle driver."

  One of the men in black slapped the driver's face: "Less nonsense, speak quickly, who is your superior?" "Sir, I'm just a Didi car driver, please let me go..." The Didi car driver continued to beg pitifully, completely unaware of what kind of situation he was in. Another man in black carefully examined the Didi car driver, then whispered a few words into the ear of the man who had interrogated him earlier.

  "You bastard!" The black-clad man suddenly drew a gun from his waist and, without warning, shot the driver of the scooter in the head. The driver fell to the ground, blood gushing out of the bullet hole like a fountain. The gun was equipped with a silencer, so the sound of the gunshot was extremely small. "No..." I struggled to control myself not to make any noise, feeling regretful and guilty for my carelessness that led to the innocent driver's death.

  I gritted my teeth, furiously pulling out a gleaming dagger. I made a fish leap, darting out from the 'shadow' and pouncing on the black-clad man who was about to shoot the driver of the car. I plunged the dagger deep into the back of the black-clad man's heart, then ruthlessly slashed down again, ending his life. Before the other black-clad men could react, I quickly grabbed the black-clad man's gun and fired two shots, killing another two black-clad men.

  The last man in black, in his haste, fired a shot at me. I dodged the bullet with ease and swiftly returned fire, shooting through his knee. The man fell to the ground, screaming in agony as he clutched at his wounded leg. I sprinted towards him in three strides, my hand covering his open mouth, the other gripping a dagger that lightly pressed against his throat. "Don't make a sound or I'll kill you!" I growled menacingly.

  The man in black wisely shut his mouth, and I gently loosened my hand covering it. Then, I sternly asked: "Tell me, who are you people?" The man in black was actually a person with good inner quality, he suppressed the fear in his heart and calmly said to me: "Friend, don't be impulsive, as long as you don't harm me, I'll give you benefits."

  "What benefits!" I cursed, then grabbed his hair and pulled it back, making his neck more 'exposed'. I lightly inserted the blade of my dagger into his throat... and coldly interrogated: "I'll give you one last chance, will you say or not? Hmm?"

  The man in black finally collapsed his psychological defense line under my violent threat. He said nervously, "I'll say, I'll say everything, just don't kill me!" "Okay, then tell me, what are you people? Remember not to try to 'cheat' me." I asked with a low voice.

  The man in black stammered: "We are followers of the 'Gurital' sect, ordered to come here and capture enemy spies." "As expected," I said. "Two days ago, didn't you catch an Estonian?" The man in black said: "That short guy? Caught him... caught him..." "Where is he now?" I asked. The man in black said: "Locked up in the bell tower." I asked: "Where is the bell tower?" "In..." The man in black hesitated!

  "Speak quickly!" I shouted. The man in black said: "Under... the water tower!" "The water tower? Where is it, take me there now." I took down the dagger hanging from his neck and told him. The man in black nodded to indicate that he was willing to lead the way.

  I retrieved the dagger, then took off my overcoat and gently covered the body of the Didi car driver with it. "Sorry, brother!" I pulled out all the money on me and put it in his pocket. Then I beckoned to the man in black, letting him take me to the Zhonglou Prison.

  After walking for about 15 minutes under the leadership of the people in black, we arrived at what was called the water tower. In the twilight, the outline of the water tower was enormous. Looking closely at its appearance, the construction date of the water tower should be very long ago, but various signs indicate that it is still in use.

  "How do I get in?" I asked the man in black. The man in black said, "The entrance is in a residential building behind the water tower." I asked again, "Is there surveillance equipment at the entrance? Are there defensive mechanisms? And how many soldiers are guarding inside?" The man in black said, "There's no surveillance equipment, no mechanisms, and no soldiers on guard. This is just a temporary prison cell." "Are you telling the truth?" I coldly asked back. "How can that be possible? How can a prison not have any guards?" The man in black said, "Of course, prisons should have guards, but they were all killed by you earlier. Now my life is in your hands, and I wouldn't dare lie to you." I thought for a moment and felt that the man in black's words still weren't credible, but after thinking it through, I realized there was no other choice but to believe him. "Forget it, if I don't enter the tiger's den, how can I get the tiger's cub? Let's do this!" I secretly made up my mind and then poked the man in black with my gun: "Let's go, take me into the clock tower."

  "Uh-huh!" The man in black responded with a grunt, and then led me into the residential house behind the water tower. Only after entering the house did I discover that this so-called residential house had long been abandoned, serving only as a temporary rest room for the water tower's duty personnel. However, this was just the appearance presented on the surface.