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Chapter 922 Contest (Part )

A large number of armed police officers blocked the roads around the Taj Mahal Hotel, forcing vehicles and pedestrians to detour.

Five black armored anti-explosion vehicles braked suddenly and stopped in front of the hotel, and a hundred heavily armed anti-terrorism team members quickly got out.

In the sky, two camouflage-painted helicopters flew to the roof of the hotel, and 20 anti-terrorism team members slid down to the roof via ropes.

Five armed speedboats appeared on the sea.

This is the coast guard patrol team affiliated with the police.

The 12.7 mm caliber heavy machine gun equipped on the speedboat was aimed at the sixth floor of the Taj Mahal Hotel under the control of the coast guard.

Naseeruddin, who was in charge of the on-site command, looked at hundreds of people surrounding the hotel, with his hands on his hips and high spirits.

Three-dimensional blockade by sea, land and air.

According to Naseeruddin, the target cannot escape.

Two anti-terrorism force commando teams entered the hotel and evacuated guests and staff.

In the presidential suite, Chen Muze came to the window to admire the battle outside. After a while, his cell phone ringing interrupted his elegance.

He answers the phone.

"I'm Morty..."

An indifferent voice reached Chen Muze's ears.

Chen Muze smiled slightly and said, "It seems that the Mengcheng police started such a big battle because of your instructions."

"You are killing innocent people indiscriminately and trampling on lives and laws on Indian soil. The Indian police have the right to arrest you."

"Old man, everyone on earth knows that you have never cared about human life, so don't talk in circles."

Chen Muze mocked Moti casually.

"Stop supporting the rebel forces and you will be pardoned, otherwise you will lose your freedom." Moti threatened Chen Muze.

"Let me lose my freedom. The Indian people are really confident, much more confident than the M people." Chen Muze smiled and said: "Then let me see what you, this old man, can do."

On the private plane.

Moti also wanted to say that the call had been disconnected. He couldn't help frowning and his face was gloomy. He had never been so offended since he became a leader.

"Detain him, will the Firefox Legion..." The person who said this looked at Morty solemnly.

"Our Indian country is not a W country, let alone a non-continental country!"

Morty's voice was stern.

Several people were silent.

"Return to the capital."

Moti ordered that there was no need to meet with the Chen family boys anymore as they had already broken up with each other. They could just wait in the capital for the Chinese Chen family to surrender.

Otherwise, he had very reasonable and valid reasons to keep detaining the Chen family boy.

The next day.

Hundreds of media outlets in the West have exposed the dark stuff about Modi and the Ambani family "supporting" each other.

Al Jazeera specializes in producing feature films about how Moti consolidated power, curried favor with 800 million Hindus, and brutally suppressed other sects.

In the next few days, all kinds of scandalous material about the Modi and Ambani families was reported overwhelmingly.

In addition, the Ambani family's large refinery and chemical plant was attacked or exploded by rebel armed forces, causing stocks to plummet continuously.

In just one week, Mukesh Ambani's net worth shrank by nearly 20 billion yuan, equivalent to 140 billion Chinese dollars.

College students held marches and rallies in several major cities to oppose Modi's dictatorship and corruption.

Morty's mansion.

Bad news kept coming one after another. A distraught Morty paced back and forth in the office with his hands behind his back. It was the first time he had encountered such a big crisis since taking office.

Swaraj walked in from outside and said: "The Minister of Intelligence just called and said that he has important information to report to you."

"Let him come here." Moti said with a cold face. Every time the head of the intelligence department came to see him this week, he brought him bad news.

The frightened Swaraj hurriedly exited.

Not long after, the Minister of Intelligence walked into Moti's office and said to Moti, who was sitting back at his elegant desk: "Sir, multiple tribes from the second largest sect are collaborating together. I conclude that they will also cause trouble in the near future."

Morty clenched his fist and punched the table. Although he had expected this possibility, he still couldn't help but feel angry.

The second largest sect, with more than 200 million followers and many extremist believers, poses a greater threat to India’s internal stability than the Sikhs.

This sect has always been a thorn in his side.

"There is another situation. The troops deployed to suppress the rebel armed forces have suffered a lot of casualties. The Sikhs are better at fighting than our mountain divisions specially used to guard against China on the border. I am afraid that the elite troops of the Fire Fox Legion have infiltrated."

The Minister of Intelligence looked worried as he spoke.

Moti seemed to be a little numb due to the continuous bad news. He waved his hand expressionlessly and motioned for the intelligence minister to go out.

The Minister of Intelligence nodded and left Morty's office.

Moti watched the two wooden doors close gently, rubbed his cheeks vigorously, leaned back on the chair, and closed his eyes, seemingly exhausted both physically and mentally.

"The Chen family of China...the Rothschild family..." Morty murmured, finally feeling what a family that dominates the world is.

Give in and take the initiative to talk to the other party?

Or should we continue to be tough and order the military police from Mengcheng to rush into the hotel and arrest people?

For a long time, Moti had habitually pounded the table with his fists. His face, with a gray beard, no longer looked tired or anxious.

His eyes also became sharp and determined.

How can the future leader of a superpower and a very important and powerful figure in the world bow his head easily?

He picked up the phone and called Dalvi who was far away in Mengcheng. He said confidently: "Enter the hotel and arrest people!"

Arresting the Chen family boy and his girlfriend and putting them in jail will probably make the Chen family and the Rothschild family anxious.

The next step is to see who is more determined.

Morty put down the phone and gritted his teeth secretly.

...............

Mengcheng.

Taj Mahal Hotel.

On a sunny afternoon, Chen Muze stood on the terrace and looked at the road and sea blocked by the Mengcheng police.

Ruth, who was sitting at the table, poured a cup of tea, stood up, walked to Chen Muze, and handed the tea cup to Chen Muze.

"Motty must have been exhausted these past few days." Ruth looked at Chen Muze. She was not depressed about being trapped in the hotel for a week, and her beautiful eyes were full of love.

Some work in the hotel has not been removed, and the kitchen, gym, and swimming pool continue to provide services to Chen Muze and Ruth.

"It's better that he's exhausted."

Chen Muze took the tea cup with one hand, put his arm around Ruth's shoulder, and drank tea with a smile.

"I guess he's about to give in."

Ruth expressed her prediction.

Chen Muze laughed out loud, shook his head and said, "Moti is a person who will not give in unless he has to. Sometimes he will continue to make mistakes even though he knows he has done something wrong. He can even be called headstrong."

"what do you mean?"

Ruth frowned and asked Chen Muze.

Chen Muze said with a smile: "He should be planning to lock me up and make me feel how terrible it is to be in a cage and lose my freedom, so as to force me to give in."

Ruth thought for a moment and nodded in agreement with her boyfriend.

Two o'clock in the morning.

When a normal person enters deep water.

Anti-terrorist commandos surrounding the Taj Mahal Hotel quietly sneaked into the hotel.

command car.

Mayor Dalvi is personally in charge.

Naseeruddin was in charge.

Anil Ambani was also waiting in the car to see his son's killer arrested.

"One group is in place!"

"The second group is in place!"

"Three groups are in place!"

"The four groups are in place!"