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Naseeruddin reacted, rushed to the window, and saw more and more people on the seaside across the road watching Abunusher lying on the breakwater.

His instinct told him that Abunusher was dead.

"You should be damned if you try to take advantage of my woman." Chen Muze said calmly, and then looked at Ruth.

Ruth smiled brightly and held Chen Muze's arms with both hands.

"You... you..." Naseeruddin pointed at Chen Muze Ruth, his face was extremely ugly, and he didn't know what to say.

Abhishenu died in front of him.

The Ambani family is likely to be angry with him.

The other police officers looked at each other.

"Grab it!"

Naseeruddin roared angrily, his face ferocious.

"do not move!"

"do not move!"

Ten black-clad bodyguards and dozens of police officers shouted at each other.

The two groups were at war with each other and were about to explode.

"You terrorists who kill people at will..."

"Who in this world dares to regard the Rothschild family as a terrorist force?"

Old man Richard showed his sharpness and looked down upon Naseeruddin.

"The Rothschild family..."

Naseeruddin muttered uncontrollably.

He had heard about the legend of the Rothschild family, but he heard nothing, not to mention that this was Mengcheng, India.

Just then, his cell phone rang.

He took out his phone and looked at the caller ID.

The call was from the mayor. He hurriedly answered it, his expression suddenly changed, and he lost his voice: "Mr. Moty is suddenly coming to Mengcheng... Okay... Okay... I understand, I'll prepare right away!"

call ended.

Naseeruddin was flustered.

The supreme leader had taken a special plane to fly to Bangladesh and was going to stay at the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel, but there was trouble here.

"Director, what's wrong?"

The subordinate approached Naseeruddin and asked in a low voice.

"Take the people and watch them!" Naseeruddin ordered his subordinates while pointing at Chen Muze, Ruth, and old man Richard.

The subordinates nodded in agreement.

Naseeruddin's eyes full of hatred and anger swept over Chen Muze, Ruth, and old man Richard, and left angrily.

Things were developing beyond his control, and he had to immediately talk secretly with the mayor to seek help.

seaside.

People from the police station dispersed the crowd of onlookers, took photos and then took away Abunushe's body.

An hour after the incident, the morgue.

Anil Ambani looked at his son's body, his clenched fists trembling slightly, his eyes wide open, a mixture of grief and resentment.

Mengcheng Mayor Dalvi and Police Chief Naseeruddin stood by with fear.

"Asshole, my son actually died in front of you. You still have the nerve to stand here. Why don't you die?!"

Anil Ambani grabbed Naseeruddin's collar like crazy and roared with a ferocious face.

"Mr. Ambani, I...I..."

Naseeruddin was about to cry.

Anil Ambani's angry look frightened the top man in the Mengcheng police circle.

"Mr. Ambani, please calm down. In one hour, Mr. Moti's special plane will land at Shivaji International Airport, Mengcheng...especially the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel where Mr. Moti will stay must not There's going to be trouble."

Mayor Dalvi advises Anil Ambani.

Naseeruddin is a close confidant of Dalvi.

How could Dalvi not speak up for his cronies, otherwise people's hearts would be scattered.

"Even if I kill that couple of bitches in front of Moti, Moti will understand me." Anil gritted his teeth and stared at Dalvi.

"The identity of the other party is not simple. It has been confirmed that the girl is a member of the Rothschild family. You must not be impulsive."

Dalvi continues to persuade Anil.

"The Rothschilds?"

Anil's tone was full of disdain.

The family, which has been inherited for only two generations and began to rise rapidly when Moti came to power in Gilat, certainly does not know the true heritage of the Rothschild family.

"In India, the Ambani family is king!"

After Anil finished speaking, he pushed Naseeruddin away, glanced at his tragically dead son, gritted his teeth and walked out.

He wanted to avenge his son with his own hands.

"what should we do?"

Naseeruddin looked pitifully at his immediate boss, Dalvi.

Dalvi frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "I can only report to the big boss."

"Either send anti-terrorism troops and arrest the man and woman. Not only can the Ambani family be given an explanation and calm can be restored in the hotel, we can also settle the big boss first and make a long-term plan."

Naseeruddin wanted to arrest people first so that he would not appear too incompetent.

"That Chinese young man is very good at fighting, and he also has ten bodyguards with guns. Are you sure your anti-terrorism force can capture them within an hour without causing too much noise?"

Dalvi stared at Naseeruddin coldly.

After the terrorist attack that shocked the world more than ten years ago, the Mengcheng Police Department established an anti-terrorist unit, but this anti-terrorist unit lacked practical experience.

The military's most powerful special forces failed in that incident, not to mention the inexperienced anti-terrorism force of the Mengcheng Police Department.

Maybe it will cause even bigger trouble.

"This……"

Naseeruddin was speechless.

Dalvi left with a cold face.

On the special plane flying to Mengcheng, Moti answered Dalvi's call, frowning frequently and looking uncertain.

The entourage looked at Morty silently.

"wait for my call."

After listening to Dalvi's report, Moti put down the satellite phone.

The entourage, including Swaraj, still looked at Moti silently, waiting for Moti to speak. Since Moti did not speak, they did not dare to ask any more questions.

"There's something going on over there in Mengcheng..."

Morty told everyone the truth.

"The Ambani family must be appeased immediately, otherwise they will anger Chen Muze and the consequences will be disastrous."

Swaraj got anxious.

Moti thought for a while and said: "He kills and hurts people at will in our country. As a leader elected by the people, we protect him. Is it worthy of the people's votes?"

"Uh?"

Swaraj was stunned.

Having risen to the top, he is well aware of the dark side of politics, as well as Big Boss Morty.

Things that are beneficial to his control of power, let alone the death of one or two people, the death of thousands of people, is not a big deal.

Assassination.

Engage in border friction.

Support Hindus in suppressing infidels.

How many people died as a result of what the big boss did?

Now he suddenly cares about one or two lives, even if the deceased is the nephew of the richest man, it is nothing compared to internal stability and a firm grip on power.

"Of course, he can take credit for his crime."

Moti's words made several people suddenly realize.

"You mean, if he doesn't stop the Fire Fox Legion's support for the rebel forces, then arrest him for murder?"

Swaraj asked subconsciously.

Moti nodded slowly, picked up the satellite phone again, dialed Dalvi's mobile phone, and said with great momentum: "Mobilize the most elite forces of the Mengcheng police to surround the Taj Mahal Hotel and make sure to trap the perpetrators."

Dalvi, who was about to rush to the airport to pick up the plane, stood at attention solemnly and said, "Yes!"

Naseeruddin looked at his immediate superior with his heart in his throat.

Dalvi turned around and ordered Naseeruddin, "All police bomb squads and anti-terrorist troops are dispatched, led by you, to surround the hotel where the perpetrator is located!"