Dotimaba said: "The situation is already like this, so we have to agree to their coming. Otherwise, with our current economic and military strength, what can we do? Now the Chinese people are very popular. If we go to war with the other side, we have no strength at all."
Fighting with it, I don’t want to repeat the mistakes of the 1960s!”
As soon as this sentence was spoken, everyone was immediately shocked.
"Let them investigate? Doesn't that mean that India has surrendered to China? That is a shameless thing! I don't agree!" Fail objected.
"Then what do you think I should do? If I don't agree, come up with a solution for me!" Dotimaba said angrily.
Hearing Dotimaba's roar, I became speechless. Yes, find a reason. No reason can explain the problem now, not to mention that diplomatic note, China said it so euphemistically, India really has no choice.
What's even worse is that this diplomatic note was forwarded by China through the United Nations Security Council, which means that many countries in the world already know about it.
If India rejects China's request, it means that India has something in its heart, and India will be completely passive!
The only way now is to agree to the arrival of Chinese personnel.
In desperation, everyone agreed to the arrival of the Chinese investigation team.
"Mr. Prime Minister, this time China's investigation into the incident of killing a monk is just a bait. They are drunkards who are not interested in drinking. It is true that they want to spy on intelligence!" Fail said.
"I know, so your National Security Council must protect the country's secrets, all secrets!" Dotimaba said.
"Then...does that mean the experiments in Simpson's Special Laboratory will be suspended for a while?" Faier asked.
"Okay, it's up to you to decide. Let's adjourn the meeting!" Dotimaba stood up after saying this.
Everyone also walked out.
Fa'il looked at Dotimaba's back, shook his fist fiercely, and then left.
Simpson Special Laboratories, India.
Two days ago, a murder occurred at the Institute of Biology. Two experimenters in the secret laboratory used for the nerve blocker project were shot and killed, and their pistols were robbed. An assault rifle shell casing was left at the scene, but the gun model could not be determined.
It was found that there were signs of tampering with the confidential information in the laboratory, but unusually it was not stolen. Only the latest experimental report was missing, which was presumed to have been completed by the murdered experimenter on the day of the incident.
The director of the Institute of Biology is a strong, balding guy about fifty years old. Just three hours ago, he not only rejected Case's blackmail application to replace old protective equipment, but also threatened to make Case
Blackmail was responsible for the murders and served as his scapegoat. Angry, this was Case's first reaction to Blackmail.
Kessler picked up the big-brimmed hat on the table and put it on his head, lowering the brim slightly. He stood up and walked with Lieutenant Colonel Dudaweili to the elevator they came from.
The white light reflected on the white wall opposite, and Kessler felt an inexplicable pressure gradually approaching him, just like the white wall opposite, empty and unpredictable... It seemed like something was about to happen.
And most people, including him, don’t know the same thing...
Inadvertently, Keith Blackmail had arrived in the elevator. The elevator rose slowly. He didn't say a word. The strange feeling just now still lingered in his heart. It made him feel vaguely uneasy. He could feel his body shaking.
The ground was shaking, as if he had lost one piece of clothing on a cold winter night.
Kessler tried to put his hands in his pockets, but instead he touched the pistol stuck at his waist, which made him calm down a little.
Lieutenant Colonel Du Daweili stood on the side with an expressionless face. Kessuo raised his head subconsciously, and the bright white light from the top of the elevator pierced his eyes. White...white again...Kessuo's body trembled.
It became more and more intense, and he almost screamed involuntarily.
At this moment, the elevator door opened, and they entered the poorly lit corridor leading from the conference room to the elevator, which Case Lesoux was accustomed to.
Lieutenant Colonel Dudavelli and Casesault walked one behind the other. There was no one in front or behind them. Everything was silent except for their footsteps echoing in the corridor.
Keith lowered his head, afraid to look up and see the white light that frightened him again - even though there was no light in the corridor at all.
The previous question came back to his mind: If the Chinese came to investigate the incident of killing the Lama, why did Chairman Faye make such great preparations and enter a state of emergency? Could it be that the other party was targeting the Simpson Special Laboratory? He thought
At this point, Case stopped and said, "Lieutenant Colonel, isn't this a little strange?"
Lieutenant Colonel Dudaweili turned around and said with his usual elusive smile: "I think it's nothing. Mr. Case Blackmail."
Keith shook his head helplessly. Things in the world are always like this, full of variables at any time. Some things seem unusual, but in fact they are not; some things seem ordinary, but in fact they are precursors of big things.
.Personal speculations on destiny are always inaccurate. The wheel of destiny is actually hidden under the dark glass. Keith Leso has always believed in this.
After walking for five minutes on the road leading to the ground, they came to a black sealed door. Lieutenant Colonel Du Daweili straightened his collar and said: "After passing this door, we will exit the buffer zone around the core of the base."
Already."
"I know this too. I'm not new here anymore." Keith said impatiently.
"I don't know if anyone has ever told you to respect your superiors before." Lieutenant Colonel Dudaweili sighed with a relaxed expression, inserted the identity authentication card into the reader beside the door, and added: "In addition,
, I tell you for the 1277th time, I said this to myself, to remind me to pay attention to the appearance of a soldier."
The sealed door slowly opened, and what appeared in front of them was a magnificent hall full of modern atmosphere. This is the third reception hall of the base, with an area of at least 10,000 square meters. The floor is paved with smooth but difficult texture.
White material boards that make people slip, and high-strength steel roof beams that support the upper soil are exposed on the ceiling dozens of meters high.
Case Blackmail has never stopped being suspicious of this wasteful and vain layout.
Just as Lieutenant Colonel Dudaweili was walking around greeting the female employees of the base as usual, playing the role of a public lover as usual, a large screen composed of countless tiny nano-fluorescent tubes was displayed on the wall of the hall.
A notice was displayed in red font: "Major Keith Blackmail is requested to go to the office of the director of the Institute of Biology immediately to accept the punishment decision."
"They finally did it," Kestor thought, but he didn't say anything more.