It was already noon, and the South Asian sun was like an orange-red pancake, sticking to the hot sky.
The pure white and round roof of the Taj Mahal was very striking from a distance.
Gu Nianzhi narrowed her eyes and looked over, thinking that she had actually arrived there earlier than Speaker Long.
For India, the Taj Mahal was too famous.
It was more than 200 kilometers away from New Delhi and located in the city of Agra. The Yamuna River flowed on its right side, and the gurgling water nourished the Taj Mahal like a water beauty emerging from clear water.
The tall white palace, the quaint bell tower, and four white minarets surrounded and guarded it. There was also a rectangular pool in front of the mausoleum, sitting on a four-story white marble base. It was elegant and solemn, and indeed had the style of an Indian emperor's favorite concubine.
In fact, the Taj Mahal was indeed the mausoleum of a favorite concubine. It was built by the Mughal Emperor of India, Shah Jahan, after the death of his beloved concubine, Taj Mahal.
This mausoleum was not so much the highest achievement of Mughal architecture and a perfect example of architectural art, but it was more like a testimony to a shocking love.
The emperor, who loved his concubine, spent a lot of money and almost paid the price of his own dynasty to build such a mausoleum.
Because the Taj Mahal had just been built, the emperor was overthrown by his own son and imprisoned until his death.
It was said that after he was imprisoned, he only did one thing every day, and that was to stare at the reflection of the Taj Mahal outside the window.
Gu Nianzhi had fully understood the history of the Taj Mahal before coming to India.
However, she understood the history of the Taj Mahal not to prepare for the visit to India with Speaker Long, but purely for the poem on the note that Reinitz had given her.
“Only
drop，glisten
time。”
(Translation: At the curtain call of love, tears shine on the cheeks of eternity.)
This poem was an ode to the love between the Mughal Emperor and his favorite concubine.
Daddy was a bit out of place.
Gu Nianzhi had been puzzled, but later she saw Gu Xiangwen's manuscripts and letters that the Japanese old men had sent back and found that the handwriting on them was exactly the same as the handwriting on the note, so her interest was rekindled.
Now He Zhichu and Huo Shaoheng also wanted her to go to the Taj Mahal. Was there really a secret here?
Gu Nianzhi thought about it as she turned the steering wheel violently.
The Hummer SUV roared and made a 180-degree turn on the road along the river, speeding towards the other side of the road.
The three Ford SUVs chasing after them were not so lucky.
To make such a sharp turn, not only did the driver have to be very skilled, but the car's performance and quality were also required to be very good.
Although the Ford off-road vehicle was stronger than the Japanese car, it was still a far cry from the Hummer.
Gu Nianzhi swooped onto the path leading to the Taj Mahal, while the three Ford SUVs almost flipped over when they turned onto the path.
Two of the cars even scratched each other's bodies. Fortunately, the drivers were strong and quickly drove away, avoiding 'killing each other'.
The Taj Mahal is a famous tourist attraction in India.
But this time, because India suddenly abolished banknotes, almost all Indians ran to the bank to exchange banknotes. There were only foreign tourists here.
Gu Nianzhi drove off the highway and parked in the parking lot outside the Taj Mahal.
She looked around and saw that the three Ford SUVs driven by the Japanese Secret Service elites hadn't arrived yet, so they should be safe for the time being.
Rong Mingxing's face was pale all the way, and she was so stunned that she couldn't speak.
Gu Nianzhi stopped the car, and when she opened the door to let her get out, she pointed to her stiff legs and couldn't walk at all.
"Get out! If you don't leave, are you going to wait for the Japanese to blow up the car? "Gu Nianzhi glared at her." You have to get out even if you have to! "
Rong Mingxing was provoked by her, and she threw herself out of the car.
When she landed, her legs were so weak that she almost didn't kneel on the ground.
Gu Nianzhi caught her in time, closed the door with one hand, and remotely locked the car. She then carried Rong Mingxing and ran to the other end of the Taj Mahal parking lot.
Because the area of the Taj Mahal was for sightseeing, one could only walk and not drive in.
The corridors inside were all cultural relics, and in some places one had to take off their shoes to enter.
The ground was covered with thick carpets with ancient Persian dahlias patterns, which were complicated and magnificent.
It was a stark contrast to the noble and snow-white lines of the Taj Mahal.
Gu Nianzhi grabbed Rong Mingxing and cheered her on. "Quickly stand up and walk by yourself. If you keep dragging your feet like this, they'll both catch up to us. Do you want to fall into the hands of the Japanese? "
Rong Mingxing shivered and seemed to feel a little strength in her legs.
She held Gu Nianzhi's arm, tested the ground with her feet, and slowly stepped on the ground.
"That's right." Gu Nianzhi breathed a sigh of relief. If Rong Mingxing really couldn't even walk, Gu Nianzhi really had to think of other ways.
Rong Mingxing panted, looked at Gu Nianzhi awkwardly, and whispered, "… You're really amazing. Thank you for not abandoning me."
Gu Nianzhi, "…"
She tilted her head to look at Rong Mingxing in amusement. "Now you're not saying I rely on men? You see, it's not easy to be me! "
Rong Mingxing, "…"
For the first time, she realized that Gu Nianzhi's smugness wasn't annoying at all!
Instead, it gave her more confidence.
In such a harsh environment and dangerous conditions, Gu Nianzhi didn't panic. Instead, she was full of confidence.
She could go to court to argue against the law, and she could use a gun to kill her enemies.
It was only right for a girl like her to have more opportunities than others, right?
Although Rong Mingxing was a little petty, she could only be sincerely convinced when she met a strong person like Gu Nianzhi.
"Okay, don't worship me too much. I'm not a legend, but reality. "Gu Nianzhi winked at Rong Mingxing proudly.
The corners of Rong Mingxing's mouth twitched. "… You're three years younger than me, why are you talking about me? Little brat! "
"Pfft, are you really a man to talk about age? I've experienced more things than you've crossed bridges. "Gu Nianzhi smiled.
Rong Mingxing looked up at the sky speechlessly and asked her, "What are we doing here? Are we going to the Taj Mahal for a tour?! "
Gu Nianzhi shook her head. "Don't go yet, we have to wait for a few people."
The two of them sat under the shade of a tree at the other end of the parking lot. In front of them was a row of cars, blocking their view.
Not long after, the three Ford SUVs also drove to the parking lot of the Taj Mahal.
Gu Nianzhi became vigilant, pulled Rong Mingxing, stuffed her behind a car, and whispered, "… Stay here and don't move, I'll lead them away."
In fact, her hands were itching to take the opportunity to kill these Japanese Tokyo Secret Service elites. It would be best if she could capture a captive so she could directly overthrow Special Assistant Yang.
Anyway, she had someone behind her, so she was very bold.
Rong Mingxing was very nervous, and she held her hand without letting go. She said in a trembling voice, "… You're crazy! They have many people! There are many other weapons, but you only have a small pistol! "
Gu Nianzhi thought to herself, although I only have a small pistol, I have someone behind me!
She smiled slightly, pulled her hand out of Rong Mingxing's, and touched her head. "Don't be afraid, I'll be fine."
A simple action actually made Rong Mingxing feel like her boyfriend was at the max!
Rong Mingxing quickly shook her head and threw away this unrealistic fantasy.
Gu Nianzhi's attention was completely focused on the Japanese. She held the small pistol in both hands, and in a flash, she entered the crowd of cars.
It was already afternoon, and the sun was scorching hot. It was as hot as the dog days of summer.
The parking lot gate was closed, and no more cars would come in.
Gu Nianzhi's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Professor He or Major General Huo's people were planning to "close the door and beat the dogs"?
She turned her head and looked around, but she didn't see anyone else.
Not far away, the three Ford SUVs were parked side by side within the yellow line. The people inside had not yet gotten out of the car, so she didn't know what they were doing in the car.
Gu Nianzhi waited quietly for a while, and silently counted to "five" in her heart. Then she took a deep breath, bent down, and quickly turned around. She raised her gun and aimed at the wheels of the three Ford SUVs, and fired three shots!
Puff –!
The front wheel immediately deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After Gu Nianzhi fired, she immediately turned back and found another place to hide.
As expected, the people in the Ford quickly pulled out their guns and fired a few rounds in the direction that Gu Nianzhi had fired from earlier.
Gu Nianzhi had already run away, but the cars in the original spot were unlucky. The windows were broken, and the bodies of the cars looked like honeycombs.
Most of the cars here were luxury cars.
As soon as the bodies of the cars were shot, the automatic alarms in the cars immediately screamed one after another.
The parking lot was filled with jubilant car horns, and it even drowned out the rumbling of gunfire.
The Japanese Secret Service elites in the Ford SUVs swooshed out of the cars at this time. More than a dozen people were holding guns, and they surrounded Gu Nianzhi's direction.
Gu Nianzhi took aim at the person furthest to the side in front of her amid the deafening sound of the car horn in the parking lot. She fired with a bang and hit the person's shoulder.
The man's hand shook, and he couldn't hold the gun anymore, and it fell to the ground.
He was also strong, and he didn't care about the wound on his shoulder. He quickly lowered his head and picked up the gun with his other hand.
Gu Nianzhi aimed another shot at his head at this time.
Bang!
Another Japanese had fallen.
Several other Japanese Secret Service elites saw this and immediately returned fire in Gu Nianzhi's current position.
Their movements were also fast enough, and the bullets almost brushed past her.
Gu Nianzhi quickly turned around and stuck close to the car to avoid the bullets.
Following the sniper's principle of changing positions after firing a shot, Gu Nianzhi ran from the back of the car to the other side.
In the large parking lot, she fought with more than a dozen Japanese Secret Service elites alone, and she didn't fall behind.
Her pistol was the GLOCK 18 pistol given to her by He Zhichu. It could hold 33 bullets, and it could be fired continuously. It had high lethality and accuracy, and it was generally equipped with special forces guns.
That was why she dared to fight with these Japanese armed with live ammunition.
It was a pity that she didn't have a magazine to reload, so she had to use it sparingly. Otherwise, she would have killed these people a long time ago.
Not far away, He Zhichu, who was watching the situation in the parking lot with binoculars, saw this scene and was both angry and amused.
"She's so naughty." His cold and indifferent voice carried a touch of affection, and his shimmering peach blossom eyes were full of affection. His eyes followed Gu Nianzhi's figure, and after a while, he raised his hand and said, "Send some bullets in for her."
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