British 1986

It was during this period of emptiness that Britain finally remembered India, which had long been independent but was still in the Commonwealth, in front of a young India, the former jewel in the imperial crown.

Boss Cha went out in person this time. The main purpose of coming here was to spread goodwill and win them over if he could, so that the old Americans would not be able to interfere so unscrupulously.

This can be regarded as a disguised display of strength. Although Great Britain is no longer available, its traditional influence will not disappear for a while. Many post-independence colonies, after decades of independence, will actually make their people, I miss the time when Daying was here.

When the British ruled them, although they did all kinds of bad things, the British liked to play the white glove trick, that is, the people above did not come forward, supported the agents, and let the people below or those who surrendered to do things, and the British just hid. Behind the scenes, they are in charge of large-scale matters such as taxation, exploitation, bribery, etc. They don't have much involvement in the specific management. They only need to hand over the tasks. No matter what method you use, as long as the matter is done well in the end.

Only look at the results, not the process!

Moreover, India has religious advantages and a caste system, so it is more convenient for the British to manage. As long as the small group of people with higher surnames are intimidated, people at the bottom will naturally have someone to help them manage it.

so.

Even though many people at the bottom were persecuted, in the end they did not hate the British who colonized them, but resented the "compatriots" who persecuted them.

"Your Highness, didn't they abolish the caste system when they became independent?"

Alan looked at the people on the ship who started to kneel down when they saw the flag of the Britannia. Some felt sad for them, and he also admired the Britannia a little. Not to mention his management level, he really has some skills after having been around for so many years. , Daying is still so "deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

"hehe."

Boss Cha put down his binoculars and was no longer interested in watching the untouchables who were kneeling before him. However, the red light and proud smile on his face could not be hidden. Allen could even see his back molars. Boss Cha had probably started to do so at this moment. Imagine what it would be like for those who kneel down to worship if they had a different skin color and a different color of hair.

"Abolish? Just with a piece of paper? How can things that have existed for thousands of years be abolished in a short while? What they were like before, they are still like now!"

"Okay. I'll leave the rest to you. I'm going to change clothes."

After Boss Cha finished speaking, he patted Allen's shoulder with a smile. He put his right hand on Allen's shoulder and did not rush to take it off. Instead, he looked at Allen carefully for a while, clicked his tongue twice, and then left with a smile and his hands behind his back. .

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Allen raised his eyebrows. Boss Cha looked very excited today. Is he going out to let himself go?

still

Allen turned his head and took another look at the messy scene of Indians on the big-bellied boat in the distance. Oh, they are all a bunch of bitches.

When he thinks about the only country in the world that can turn a war of aggression into a battle to defend the capital, Allen wants to laugh. New Delhi. New Delhi. This new word is very spiritual. Many people don't understand what New Delhi is. mean.

New York, translated, means Xinxiang, the new hometown. There is also Xin in front of it, but the Xin in New York and the Xin in New Delhi are completely different. New York is a new city, New Delhi.

The old Delhi couldn't be saved in the end, so we just built a new one.

Thinking about these cheap and ignorant Indians, Allen took another look at Boss Cha who had already walked away. He was going to India soon, so he would also go to New Delhi to have a look.

"The ship is about to dock. After the ship has stopped, the security team will contact the first group of us and ask their person in charge to get on the ship and hand over to me first, and send the Indian side to do the peripheral work. Bring the security personnel to see me too!"

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Allen put down the walkie-talkie. It was a rare opportunity to work as a security guard, which was quite novel.

In a separate berth that was cleared out in the Port of Mumbai, the Britannia was slowly towed to the berth by a tugboat and docked slowly. The entire berth and pier were surrounded by a sea of ​​people. Anyway, it was impossible to see where the welcoming crowd was. It was a security guard, and it looked like a mess.

A sweaty middle-aged white man shouted something loudly into the walkie-talkie. All kinds of dirty words like faq were poured out as if for free.

"I don't care what method you use, just block the road for me. There will be Mr. Allen on the boat later. If he sees you, this is how he arranged it in advance. When he returns home, you will wait for me to die! A bunch of dogs Son of a bitch!”

"And you! What are you looking at? Inform your people and get to work! Hurry up. When the boat stops, you come aboard with me. Come on, come on. Here's my bag!"

The middle-aged man typed into the intercom, put down the intercom, and shouted angrily at the fat and round Indian next to him. Only then did he remember that his bag had just been handed over to his subordinate, and now his subordinate was gone.

He quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and continued to output.

In fact, the security work here is the result of his best efforts, but there are many people here. When there are more people, they can't take care of them with just a few hundred people, but these Indian trash next to them can. But they hit them indiscriminately with their batons. The effect was effective, but it could easily cause agitation. If there was another stampede, he couldn't bear the responsibility, so for now he could only make do and try his best to maintain his life. By the way, I look forward to leaving the port early after the dignitaries on board disembark.

"Master, your weapon."

Xiao Shitou came with Allen this time, but Allen only brought less than ten people with him on this business trip, four bodyguards, plus Xiao Shitou, and two servants to serve him. Take him with him There were only eight people in total, which was quite frugal.

At this time, Xiao Shitou was holding a small box and squatting next to Allen. After opening the box, he first took out two armpit holsters and prepared to help Allen put them on.

Theoretically speaking, even if something happened, it would not be Allen's turn to rush to the front line. After all, he was just a senior citizen. If any arrangements were not in place, he would naturally have his deputies to help him check for leaks and fill in the gaps. But now If he could carry a gun, Allen was still prepared to do so.

This thing is not necessarily used for self-protection, but can also be used to scare people. He brought few people with him this time, so he didn't feel safe.

Xiao Shitou stood up and helped Allen pack the gun bag. Allen picked up the gun in the box, took it apart and looked at it carefully, then picked up the oil cloth and wiped it again. After carefully checking each part of the pistol, this After reassembling it, I picked up the magazine and loaded the bullet myself, checked, clicked, loaded, unloaded the bullet, checked again, and finally opened the safety. After completing a set of procedures, I put the gun into the holster under my arm. One plug.

When wearing a suit, the armpits are the most convenient, but the waist is not conducive to concealment and is not as convenient as the armpits.

After doing all this, Allen was not in a hurry to put on a jacket. It was very hot here now, even twenty-seven or eight degrees. He was just wearing a white shirt, with gun bags tied to both armpits, and two pistols. After installing it, Da Ma Jin Dao sat on the sofa and waited for the person in charge who was about to board the ship to report the situation to him.

The middle-aged white man was wiping sweat with a handkerchief in his hand and looking back. He had almost reached the cabin door. The Indian behind him was still looking around.

"Hurry up! Your Excellency is waiting impatiently!"

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, we have to be steady. Why are we anxious about such an important thing? Can this be done in a hurry? This yacht of yours is really beautiful. How much does it cost?"

The middle-aged white man took another look at the fat man who was chattering a little and looking indifferent. He ignored him, said hello to the sailor, and walked into the cabin.

The closer he got to Allen, the faster the middle-aged man walked. The Indian behind him seemed to have enlightened and stopped nagging and followed him closely.

The main thing is that the one is very eye-catching, with more than a dozen bodyguards in black standing on both sides of him. The one is sitting on the sofa, with his legs spread wide and one hand on his thigh, his left hand is supporting his chin, and his right hand is lowered. He seemed to be holding a cigarette in his hand. He was wearing a pair of trousers, black leather shoes, and a white shirt. The clothes were very ordinary in style. When he wore them, he looked very elegant, especially the gun holster under his arm. The temperament brings a slightly different feeling, very oppressive!

When he got closer, the middle-aged man could already see Allen's eyes, which looked at him coldly.

"Good afternoon. Your Excellency, the Earl of Carmarthen, I am the first person in charge of security work. My name is"

Allen was originally watching the man who was preparing to listen to the report with great interest, but while the middle-aged man was talking, the Indian behind him actually sat on the sofa by himself without anyone paying attention to him. On!

He actually sat down himself!

His move made Allen raise his eyebrows and turn his attention to him.

The middle-aged man who was about to report the situation to Allen turned his head slightly in the direction of Allen's eyes and looked at the Indian who was already sitting on the sofa. He was almost frightened out of his soul.

Great Britain is a place that pays the most attention to class and rules. In a formal occasion, especially an occasion like today, when you are facing a superior person and the other person does not ask you to sit down, this Indian actually sits down first. This is very, very rude. matter!

Moreover, the gentleman in front of me is notoriously bad-tempered. As one of Boss Cha's bodyguards, the middle-aged man still knows a little bit about Allen.

Precisely because of his bad temper, even if the middle-aged man has been following Boss Cha for so many years, he has to be cautious when facing Allen.

Because the person in front of me is a natural retainer, or hereditary!

Are the royal family's hereditary guards comparable to his ordinary bodyguards?

Even if he stayed with Boss Cha for decades, he would still be inferior to Allen's status.

But now, this Indian brought by him actually sat down in front of him without permission.

Before the middle-aged man could think of what to do, a black shadow flashed past his eyes, and then there was a muffled "boom", followed by a low cry of pain. The trainee housekeeper next to the Earl looked at him. The Indian kicked him down.

The middle-aged man was so dazed that he almost didn't see this kick clearly. The Indian was already holding his belly, shrugging his head, and gasping.

"Kneel him aside, you! Sit down and talk."

Allen was very satisfied that Xiao Shitou knew what to do with just one look from him. He waved his hand slightly, like shooing away flies, and asked Xiao Shitou to put aside the Indian sitting on the sofa and turn his face expressionless. Let the middle-aged man sit down and say.

"No, no, sir, I won't sit down. I...I have a bad back and don't like sitting. I can just stand and speak."

"Um."

Whether he likes to sit or not, it's all a bad habit. Allen didn't comment, snorting slightly and didn't care.

The middle-aged man looked at Allen's chin and raised it slightly. He didn't bother to introduce his name. He glanced at the Indian who was kicked and was still recovering from the kick, and quickly picked up his hand. bag, and took out a large stack of documents from the bag.

"Your Excellency, this is our route map this time. These are the seven planned itineraries currently prepared."

"Well, what about today, are everything arranged?"

"Well, everything is almost arranged. After we disembark later, there will be a welcome ceremony organized by the Indian government at the port. Your Highness needs to show his face to say hello, and then we will go to the hotel we have booked."

"Wait! How many people are here for the welcoming crowd this time?"

Seeing Allen ask this, the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, swallowed quietly, and said with a guilty conscience: "Thirty thousand people."

"How many? Only thirty thousand people?!"

Allen's waist sat up straight in an instant. What the hell, what do these hairy Indians want to do? Is this a welcome, or a threat?

Thirty thousand people sounds like a lot.

But more than ten years ago, when Boss Cha came to visit, how many welcoming crowds did India organize at that time?

One hundred and fifty thousand!

A total of 150,000 people. That scene was a sea of ​​people. In just over ten years, the size of the welcoming crowd has dropped sharply from 150,000 to 30,000?

Allen himself doesn't care, but looking at the boss, he loves face!

Although it was impossible for him to count how many people came one by one, he could tell with a quick glance between hundreds of thousands and thirty thousand people.

Thinking of this, Allen turned his head and glanced at the Indian sitting on the ground next to him, clutching his stomach and keeping silent. Was he feeling bloated? Or do they want to check the boss?

No wonder a person in charge of security dares to say "sit down" in front of him. How big does this have to be to dare to be like this?

"Break his legs and throw him into the sea. You can go in and proceed as planned."

"yes!"

The middle-aged man didn't even have time to put the information in his hand into his bag. When Allen said this, he walked away as if he was being pardoned. There was no sign of the bad waist he just mentioned.

As for the Indian, he was expected to be unlucky. Of course, he arrogantly beat the person in charge of security work at the door of someone's house. Although this is not good, your Excellency has such a temper. If he wants to beat him, who can stop him? Can you live there?

"ah!."

Before the middle-aged man had gone far, several intermittent screams came from behind him. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly and his pace quickened.

PS: I’m updating a single chapter today. I have a bit of heatstroke and a headache.