"I really envy you guys for that foreign assignnt. When you have ti, send a copy of the materials, okay!"
"Sure."
Gu Ji found making excuses ca naturally now.
On the other side, Gao Bo was scrolling through his phone and suddenly widened his eyes, exclaiming, "Holy cow, look at this! There’s a riot breaking out in the eastern part of India’s West Bengal. It seems like the local governnt, villagers, and the Central Cabinet are at odds!"
"Is it because of the issues with India’s torrential rains and floods?"
"Let check."
Wu Kang chid in while Gu Ji took Gao Bo’s phone.
The Indian checkpoint wasn’t like the previous ones, which involved intense conflicts with people or forces. It only had so involvent with the U.S.-Indian Military, so Gu Ji hadn’t been paying as much attention as before.
Just at that mont, Gao Bo ntioned it, making him curious about whether there was any difference between the actual news data and the ga levels.
Unexpectedly.
As soon as he took over, he was greeted by a black image with a flamboyant pink woman pattern underneath, which read "Daily Contest."
Gao Bo chuckled, swiped his hand, and turned to the news page.
According to a report by the Indian Express on the 18th, protests erupted in East Midnapore against the Central Cabinet’s plan to demolish the Farakka Dam. Starting early in the morning of the 17th local ti, villagers, under the guidance of the special zone governnt, braved the rain to gather in front of the dam highway to oppose military action. A fierce conflict erupted, with enraged protesters breaking into the riot police ranks, wreaking havoc, and injuring several officers...
The news had garnered tens of thousands of retweets, likes, and comnts on the Little Blue Bird, making it one of the trending topics.
He opened the comnts.
"Violence won’t solve anything. Why can’t they sit down and talk things out peacefully!"
"These foolish politicians will never know what the people truly want!"
"If you don’t understand, stop making ignorant comnts. Check out today’s most recent news from West Bengal. If it weren’t for these people’s blockade, Calcutta might not have been flooded at all!"
"Please rember the na ’Vidhi Dali,’ for he is the real hero who saved us from disaster!"
"Honorable Vishnu, thank you for sending ’Vidhi’ to rescue us from suffering!"
"I’ve spent the entire afternoon looking into this ’Vidhi.’ By gods, I can’t believe we have such an all-powerful hero. I’ve already discussed with my producers and decided to make a film based on Vidhi Dali’s real events. Trust , this will be the best movie of 2024!"
Gu Ji didn’t expect the last comnt to co from India’s most renowned director in Bollywood.
"If we calculate the ti, Vidhi must have just dealt with the Calcutta floods. He won’t return to Assam to investigate the truth behind the flash floods until tomorrow."
However, given Vidhi Dali’s current popularity in the Indian dia, he probably rivals major stars like Aamir Khan and Shah Rukh Khan. At least, for the ti being, it will be hard for the military to quietly deal with him.
Gu Ji handed the phone back to Gao Bo.
The three of them had a al at a nearby restaurant that evening. Gao Bo casually asked about Chen Zhiyu.
Gu Ji shook his head, indicating they hadn’t been in touch recently. "That girl must be busy with cases. I left her a ssage on Friday, and she still hasn’t replied."
"It must be related to the Tianhu Mountain case."
Wu Kang pursed his lips, coughed, and said, "When everyone’s not busy, we should find ti to get together again and invite Monk, Zhou Yang, Zhao Hua, and Ding Lan."
"That sounds good!"
Gao Bo loved a lively gathering.
Gu Ji nodded passively. He was sowhat worried about Chen Zhiyu’s involvent with those criminals and spies. The extent of their connection to Japan’s Yijuan Association and Liangben, and whether there was any danger, especially since after deploying Wa Xueming and Baron using the Ghost Server, there hadn’t been much information except for Baron’s constant demands for money and equipnt.
It’s worth noting that Wa Xueming and Baron had inherited many of his skills, making them at least elite special forces level.
The next day, Monday.
Gu Ji went to work as usual. Just as he stepped into the office, his phone vibrated. It was a ssage from the Ningjiang Special Police Squadron work group.
Zhang Wenjun: "@everyone, gather in the conference room at nine sharp!"
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