Open the box, inside it is bunches of incense used in the temple.●⌒

"It's up to this thing?" Osama couldn't help but ask strangely.

"Of course," said Mhamad. "This is not an ordinary incense. It is mixed with special ingredients. As long as you breathe for ten minutes, you will be stunned and you will not wake up after a few hours."

This is the incense that is specially used for crimes. Before coming, Mhamad told the Pakistani intelligence department to help get it. When passing through the border, in a country like India that advocates Buddhism, carrying incense specifically for tribute can even show piety. No one would suspect that there is something strange in this incense.

"We also have to touch the terrain around the temple," Mhamad said. "Especially the local police station, if they are alarmed, we have to find ways to delay them. Also, we need a belt conveyor."

According to the information obtained by Mhamad in later generations, there were too many treasures in the secret room, and in tons, these things could not be moved until dawn if they were moved directly by people. In later generations, moving companies in Western countries all rely on belt conveyors to save effort, support them, carry them up, and transport them directly to the car.

"Okay, I'll take people with me tomorrow and check out the spots." Osama said.

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

The advantage here is that there are many tourists around, and the locals have long been used to it. The appearance of these strange faces like Mhamad on the street will not arouse suspicion at all.

The next day, a few people separated and wandered around the temple. It was not big. There were no tall buildings except the temple. They were all native Indian houses. They were relatively wide in front of the temple, which allowed the convoy to enter and exit freely, but civilians would appear on both sides at any time.

After walking around, Mhamad found that the side was more suitable. Although the vehicle was just passing through, it was relatively secluded. On the one hand, it was close to water and loading the goods here would not be discovered. Moreover, with a window open here, as long as the belt conveyor was racked, the goods would fall directly from the window to the truck.

Continue to walk across a street corner. Mhamad suddenly stopped and faintly felt someone following him. This was completely intuition, an intuition that was cultivated on the battlefield.

Who is it? Mhamad continued walking, and arrived at the river next to him and boarded a boat.

When boarding the boat, Mhamad naturally turned his head. Immediately, he found a special back among the crowd on the shore. Although he also hid his body in the bright robe of India, his body was so slim that he was not a local woman at all.

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

The other party did not follow him up, and Mhamad watched the indigenous Indians rowing the boat and wandering around the river, knowing that he had to solve the problem.

You can't do it yourself until you solve the stalker!

Only few people know the news, except for President Zia Hak, there are only these soldiers who followed him. Who leaked the secret? Mhamad kept thinking about everything that has come these days in his mind.

No matter who it is, it’s time to set up a trap. It’s too simple to catch the person who follows you.

On the third day, at noon, the sun shone brightly.

Mainland India is originally located south, while Kerala is even hotter in southern India. In this weather, even wild dogs are panting and sticking out their tongues.

No one was active at this time, and the surroundings were quiet.

Mhamad sat on a big stone in the corner of the street and quietly looked at the high temple in the distance. Suddenly, Mhamad stood up and walked towards one end of the street with great strides. Through there, you can reach one side of the temple.

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

At one end of the street, slowly, a woman stood up, looked at the place where Mhamad disappeared, and smiled on her face. She walked slowly forward and also came to the side of the temple. She wanted to follow the other party and quietly crawled into the temple.

"Catch her! She wants to steal things from the temple!" At this moment, there was a sound that came from somewhere, with a crisp sound, a girl's shout.

The woman was shocked. She looked down and suddenly there were countless Indians in the empty street. The monks guarding the temple were all holding sticks and looking at the woman who had just climbed up the temple along the relief.

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

"Yes, saint!" the monks and the indigenous people shouted, and began to attack the women crawling up, poking them out with their sticks.

"Vesali, good job." At some point, Mhamad appeared next to the girl again. This girl was the saint Weisali in the temple. No one nearby didn't know her.

Now that there are so many people surrounding him, the woman who is following him must not be able to escape. Mhamad looked proudly at the woman crawling with reliefs on it, and wanted to follow him, right?

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

In this way, Mhamad asked the woman who was following him to show up. Now, let's see how she escapes!

The woman who was crawling on the relief slowly turned around and looked at the monks below who were poking over with sticks, and they were about to poke her anus several times, so she could only quickly pull out something from her waist.

"Bang!" Everyone was stunned with a crisp sound.

Gunshot! This woman actually carried a gun!

Kerala has always been very safe. Even in several India-Pakistan wars, the war has not been here. Since World War II, people here have been living quietly. Although there have been violent incidents, at most they are knife-killing. Even in the local police station, only two senior police officers have pistols, and the rest are rubber sticks.

Now, this woman actually has a gun in her hand! Moreover, she is shooting in the sky, which is a real gun!

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

The words were so familiar that Mhamad suddenly opened his pores all over his body. This woman, Mhamad will never forget.

Aisha, the Soviet agent who once seduced herself on the streets of Peshawar, later became Kalina, lurking beside Masood, almost killing all the Panjhir guerrillas, and now, it appears in India again!

This woman has always had this kind of fate with me! Now, since this woman appears in front of me again, she must not let her slip away again!

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

Faced with Mhamad's shouting, Kurnieva finally couldn't help it. It was simply using these Indians to block bullets for him. Mhamad was too cunning!

Kurnieva was holding a pistol and just about to aim at Mhamad, she felt a sudden numbness on her wrist. Then, the pistol couldn't hold it and fell down.

"Sister, I've fired her pistol." A teenage boy shouted next to Weishali, holding a slingshot in his hand. Just now, the boy flew out a stone with his slingshot and hit Kurnieva's wrist.

Kurni Eva's wrist hurt, and then the ankle bone also hurt. The wooden sticks below had hit her feet, and her legs bent and rolled down from above.

A group of monks surrounded her. Although Kurnieva was a trained agent of the KGB, she had no room to fight back with her two fists. Faced with so many people's beatings, she had no room for fighting back.

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

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

Grandma, such a bitch, now lets you know the outcome of going against me, Mhamad thought in his heart.

Mhamad's words reminded the monks and the public. They stopped and realized that the woman in front of them was really beautiful and had a sense of charm in their bones.

Not bad, this woman tastes so good! The men started to spit, it was a big party!

Kurnie Ava's screams came from inside, and the cheers of men, accompanied by the sound of slapping.

The sun was slowly setting, and Kurnieva's screams slowly became smaller, and in the end, she could hardly speak.

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

"Enough, you can't let her die here, otherwise it would be disrespect to the temple." Finally, the Saint Weisali spoke.

The woman under her crotch was no longer energetic and 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 scattered.

Mhamad slowly approached, looked at Kurnieva on the ground, and said, "Don't you have poisonous fangs in your mouth? How relaxed it is to bite the poisonous fangs."

Mhamad is in Russian.

All KGB agents must have their own way to solve the problem. At some point, there are things that are more terrible than death, such as now.

"Hmph, I enjoyed it just now." Kurni Eva said weakly: "This wonderful feeling is not something you can enjoy casually. It turns out that the strongest men in India are."

"Is that true?" Mhamad looked at Kurnieva and said lightly: "Do you know that among these men, many of the men's HVs are positive?" (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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