"Nehru, I believe we need a proper explanation for this matter."
The British representative spoke, his usual gentle smile now completely gone. His gaze toward Nehru was ice-cold.
Don't be fooled by his gentlemanly appearance—he's an elite from MI6. Who knows, maybe his codename is even 007.
Claire Claire Voyant and the young girl beside her, Ella, also looked at Nehru with hostility.
"Explain what? The attack on the UN investigation team has nothing to do with us! As for our financial and troop movements, that's an internal affair, a military secret!" Nehru gritted his teeth and refused to back down.
"So, you're saying you refuse to provide a proper explanation for this?" Josh, sitting at the head of the table, glared at Nehru with a serious expression.
Inside, he was already celebrating, but he made sure not to show it on his face.
No matter what Nehru chose, Josh had already won.
"I've said all I have to say! This is a military matter. It was just a coincidence that we were in the same area. These documents prove nothing!"
In the end, Nehru decided to withstand the pressure from the three countries. If necessary, he could always sacrifice some of the people named in the documents.
"Very well. In that case, I have no choice but to report everything to the White House." Josh's face remained expressionless.
"Hmph! Do as you please!" Nehru turned away with a cold face. Maybe he shouldn't have come here at all.
"Alright then, gentlemen, you've seen Nehru's attitude. He has no intention of cooperating with our investigation. Given that, I see no reason for us to stay in India any longer."
Josh watched Nehru leave, his face full of "regret".
"Mr. Kahn is right. There may be no direct evidence, but Nehru's attitude makes it clear that this matter is closely connected to the Indian government. I will send a telegram immediately to report this to Downing Street. Mr. Kahn, may I take these documents with me?" the British representative asked Josh. (TL/N: Downing Street is a street in Westminster in London that houses the official residences and offices of the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom and the Chancellor of the Exchequer)
"Go ahead," Josh said with a wave of his hand.
"In that case, I'll return to report my findings. This time, we truly owe you our thanks, Mr. Kahn. Without your help, we wouldn't have had a single lead," Claire said with a smile as she stood up, her attitude completely different from when she arrived.
However, in her mind, the threat level of the CIA had risen by at least two levels.
To gather such detailed intelligence in such a short time—America's intelligence capabilities were far more terrifying than she had expected. It was clear that her homeland needed a stronger intelligence agency to compete.
Right now, the intelligence agencies in her country were too divided, their resources too scattered.
Josh had no idea what Claire Voyant was thinking, but he had expected that the CIA's efficiency in this matter would make the Soviets wary.
What he didn't expect was that Claire Voyant's report after returning home would accelerate the Soviet effort to merge its intelligence agencies, ultimately leading to the creation of the KGB.
That's right—at this point in time, the KGB didn't even exist yet. It wouldn't be formed until 1954, when the Ministry of Internal Affairs, State Security Ministry, and other intelligence agencies were reorganized.
Of course, in this world, perhaps Leviathan would be part of the mix as well.
It seems it's time for our Soviet comrades to return to the fold, Josh thought as he watched Claire Voyant leave.
Just then, he noticed that the young girl, Ella, suddenly turned around and winked at him.
Josh was completely taken aback.
What was that about?
Before he could think further, gunfire and chaos erupted outside the hotel.
Moments later, Claire Voyant and Ella rushed back in, guns in hand.
Josh's bodyguards, led by Vito, along with the American investigation team's security personnel, immediately stepped in front of Josh, aiming their weapons at the two women.
"Don't shoot! It wasn't us! It was Mr. Richard—he and his escorts were shot as soon as they left the hotel. The attackers have taken control of the lobby. Damn it, this must be Nehru's doing! He's trying to stage another attack to get rid of us!" Claire Voyant quickly raised her gun, signaling she meant no harm, and shouted at Josh.
She was referring to Richard, the British investigator—the friendly gentleman who always wore a smile.
But now he was riddled with bullets and lying dead at the hotel entrance.
"Put down your guns… Damn it, the phone lines have been cut!" Josh first ordered his men to lower their weapons and not to make things difficult for Claire Voyant and Ella. Then, he calmly walked to his desk, picked up the phone, and cursed in frustration when he heard nothing but static.
He turned to Claire Voyant and asked, "How many attackers? Can you identify them?"
"I don't know how many. I saw three besides the two guarding the lobby, but I'm sure there are more. As for their identities… we can't confirm yet. But Nehru left just moments before the attack—it can't be a coincidence!" Claire Voyant said angrily.
What she didn't know was that outside the hotel, Nehru himself was watching the entrance with a look of deep anxiety.
Just as he had left the hotel, Nehru hadn't gone far. The moment he heard gunfire from inside, he immediately ordered his driver to turn around and head back.
And when he returned, the first thing he saw was Richard, the British representative, riddled with bullets and lying dead on the ground.
His mind instantly went blank.
There was no doubt about it—the attackers' true targets were the three-nation investigation teams inside the hotel.
First, the UN investigation team had been ambushed. Now, the follow-up three-nation delegation was under attack, and the British team leader had been killed on the spot.
Was the world just not going to let little India catch a break?
If the entire investigation team perished here, there wouldn't be enough water in the Ganges to wash away the suspicion.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Nehru immediately ordered his guards to storm the hotel and help.
As the Prime Minister, Nehru's personal security detail was both highly trained and well-equipped.
People often underestimated Indian forces because, in Josh's previous life, the Indian military had become the butt of countless jokes. But that didn't mean they lacked elite troops.
Among India's most famous forces were the Gurkha mercenaries from Nepal.
Back in the early 19th century, after Britain's failed invasion of Nepal, the British began recruiting Gurkha soldiers into their ranks. Over the next 200 years, Gurkhas fought in nearly every British war. Though they had suffered defeats—their bravery and ferocity remained legendary worldwide.
After India gained independence, it inherited 80% of Britain's Gurkha forces and continued the tradition of recruiting them into its army.
However, given the overall state of the Indian military, even the fiercest Gurkhas couldn't avoid being dulled over time.
That being said, Nehru's personal guards were still the elite Gurkhas trained under British command. Having received a Western-style education, Nehru favored them highly, making them a key part of his security.
Unfortunately, as formidable as these Gurkhas were, they were still just ordinary people.
And what Nehru didn't know was that the "attackers" who had taken control of the hotel were no ordinary fighters.
They were an entire class of super soldiers.
Yes, a class—not in the military sense of a squad, but an actual classroom of students.
Of course, it wasn't one of those oversized classes with 40 or 50 students, like in some densely populated countries.
But still, there were twenty-four of them.
That was the number of attackers.
Meanwhile, Nehru's Gurkha security team had only twenty men.
The outcome was decided in an instant.
The twenty Gurkha guards, weapons in hand, barely made it to the hotel entrance before they were all down within twenty seconds.
And during the entire exchange, only two enemy rifles had been fired.
Nehru felt he was losing his mind.
He immediately called the army for reinforcements while desperately praying that Josh and Claire Voyant could hold on inside the hotel. At the same time, he sent people to find the two "superheroes" who had been monitoring the hotel.
Raju and Bheem.
But in reality, Nehru didn't even need to send for them—Raju and Bheem had already reacted the moment the attack started and had moved into action.
What they didn't expect, however, was that this entire attack was a trap specifically set for them.
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