The voice on the other side was a little noisy, making it difficult to hear the other person's voice clearly, "Hello, I'm on my way over. Is there any change?"
"No, I told you something unexpected. The Reliance Group put the place to entertain guests here. I need to leave as soon as possible."
The other party seemed equally surprised, "Reliance Group, okay, I will do it as soon as possible."
After hanging up the phone, the woman stood up anxiously and walked to the window. Her room was facing the door, not far from Mumbai Port.
At this time, a minibus stopped in front of the gate, and a dozen young people in sportswear got off.
On the other end of the phone was a South Asian with a fair complexion. He was standing in front of the bathtub in the bathroom, which was completely different from what he said was almost there.
But there was no water in the bathtub, but a bloody and scarred corpse.
He threw the bloody phone aside, then took out his own and dialed, "Mahad is in the Taj Mahal Hotel, and she is a woman. Find her."
The person opposite agreed.
The man washed his hands and walked out of the house, then locked the door.
Standing in the afternoon sunshine of Mumbai, he smiled slightly and said softly in Hindi, "I hope you like this gift."
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Of course Xu Chuan didn't plan to rest in the room. Although Curtis and the two had already explored the hotel's terrain, it was still not enough for Xu Chuan, who was quite cautious about such matters.
If something really happened, would you call the other person and ask them how to get there?
His experience told him that there are some things that you still have to rely on yourself.
He didn't take the elevator but walked down from the top floor level by level.
The hotel was very big, but there was no need for him to visit every location and every room.
The focus is on safety passages, the location of camera surveillance and the different structural divisions of each floor.
No one from the service staff along the way stopped him, and even Xuchuan's request to take a look at the monitoring room was met.
There were many guests in the lobby on the first floor, and many of them had not yet calmed down from the grand and warm welcome ceremony just now.
In the past, most of the people who stayed here were dignitaries or celebrities from all walks of life. After all, a standard double room here costs US$400, which is really expensive. But now more and more tourists are coming here to experience the palace-style rooms and services.
Of course, guests invited by Mukosh are also arriving one after another.
Xu Chuan lay on the terrace facing the lobby on the second floor, his eyes scanning everyone below.
Currently checking in is a cricket team wearing sportswear, and a dozen young people in their late teens are carrying luggage from the car.
The hotel doorman and waiter enthusiastically wanted to come over to help, but they were stopped by these people dressed as athletes.
A bald man who looked like a team leader explained to the waiter, "This is our competition equipment, let them move it by themselves."
He took out a piece of banknote and handed it over. Of course the waiter had no objection.
Xu Chuan put his hands on the guardrail and felt that these people's luggage seemed a bit too heavy.
If it's just sports equipment, it shouldn't be able to reach this weight unless two five-kilogram dumbbells are installed inside.
And he has never seen Indians with such good discipline, even more than a dozen at a time.
He rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then decided to go and explore the background of this group of people.
Just as he was about to go down to his room, the English-style butler came over and said, "Mr. Grylls, Mr. Abani would like to meet with you."
Well, compared to investigating a cricket team out of boredom, the meeting with this guy seems more important.
Just as he was leaving, the man who looked like the team leader glanced at the position where he had just played.
Then he smiled and said to the waiter beside him, "The layout here seems to indicate that any important guests are coming?"
The waiter smiled and replied with a somewhat proud tone, "Yes sir, Mr. Mukesh Abani temporarily decided to entertain important guests in our hotel."
"Ah, I know, Bear Grylls of Umbrella."
The bald man received an affirmative answer, and there was a hint of haze in his eyes.
After the waiter walked away, he immediately took out his phone and dialed, "Latif, there is a little trouble now..."
He recounted the situation to the person on the other end of the phone and then asked, "What do we do now?"
The other party didn't speak. It took almost half a minute for the other party to reply, "No way, just follow the original plan. If they cause trouble, just kill them."
The current image of Umbrella, the boss, is that of a man who must repay his flaws.
If conflict with him cannot be avoided, the best way is to kill them all.
They checked in quickly and everyone on the team received a lei.
Another car with them dispersed the other ten people in groups of two to other locations.
CST Central Railway Station, the Leopold Cafe that Scott recommended to Xu Chuan before, the city government building, the Nariman Building where the Jewish people live, and another seven-star Trident Hotel.
It is now 5:30 in the afternoon, and the streets of Mumbai are crowded with people. It seems like everything is normal. No one knows what will happen in Mumbai on this day.
Of course, Young Master Xu didn't know either. He was having his first informal meeting with the richest man in Asia.
No one knew what the two talked about, but the waiter at the Taj Mahal Hotel cleaned the room immediately and swept out a lot of broken porcelain fragments.
Two hours later, Xu Chuan came out of Mukesh's room, and Curtis, who followed him, finally no longer had to hold back his laughter.
"Boss, I think that guy is about to attack you."
Curtis accompanied Xu Chuan to meet Mukesh. During the communication with Xu Chuan, this well-educated richest man in Asia was unsurprisingly made red-hot by this lunatic.
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Xu Chuan was very sorry that even though he was so open-minded, the other party still tolerated it.
"He even invited me to dinner after a while. It's hard for him to still be able to eat."
Hey, it's really hard to deal with such a deep-rooted guy.
"By the way, where's that guy Scott?"
The two of them planned to go back to Xu Chuan's room first, but then they found that Damien Scott could not find anyone.
"You still want a high salary with this kind of work attitude? Go ahead and eat shit."
At this time, Scott didn't know that his boss was planning to deduct his salary. This guy was in his room doing double exercises with the receptionist he had hung out with before.
The room echoed with the heavy breathing of the two people.
At eight o'clock in the evening, a luxurious banquet officially began in the largest banquet hall of the Taj Mahal Hotel.
In the hotel's back kitchen, a whole team of chefs are busy working nervously.
Executive Chef Oberoi is like a lion patrolling his territory, watching the work of others to prevent them from making mistakes.
"Mr. Abani is allergic to celery, and celery must not appear in his dishes."
"Mr. Grylls does not drink alcohol, and all alcoholic beverages should be kept away from him."
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Everyone who comes to the banquet seems to have all kinds of strange requests. Some people don't eat certain foods, some don't eat certain seasonings, and some are vegetarians.
Xu Chuan's request to the chef is not to make the food so that you can't tell what it is.
He couldn't stand the Indian habit of mashing everything into paste, who knows what's in it.
The Taj Mahal Hotel put in 100% of its capabilities for this banquet, from the chef to the waiters in the restaurant.
All the guests who came to attend were dressed in costumes, but Xu Chuan seemed to be the only one who was dressed quite casually.
But this time Mukesh did not arrange for any media to be present.
After the afternoon meeting, it was difficult for him to be sure whether the Chinese would not give him face in front of the media.
The impact will be very bad at that time.
But he seemed to be thinking too much, and it seemed normal to be crazy when eating.
Everyone was talking and laughing, just like the quarrel in the afternoon, well, just treat it as a quarrel, it seemed like it didn't exist at all.
This child is so terrifying that he must not be left here. Well, he will be killed.
There was no trouble at the entire banquet, and everyone was immersed in a friendly atmosphere.
But at this moment, the streets of Mumbai have fallen into extreme chaos.
There were already a lot of casualties in CST Central Station. Two armed men first walked into the toilet, then took out AK rifles and grenades from their bags, and started an indiscriminate massacre in the station.
Many passengers fell into a pool of blood without knowing what happened.
The scene immediately turned into a hell on earth, with gunshots, explosions, cries, and shouts mingling together.
There are only a dozen station patrol officers in the station police station. When patrolling, they usually carry a wooden stick and do not know how to carry a gun.
Looking at the chaotic scene and the sound of gunshots and explosions, these patrol officers did not run away, but returned to the police station and opened the cabinet containing weapons.
But there were only five Lee-Enfield bolt-action rifles and one revolver with no inscription.
Director Shashank Shinde distributed the guns to several colleagues and asked those who did not have guns to lock their doors to protect themselves.
And he took the revolver himself and led the people towards the two terrorists.
Shashank Shinde was relatively calm in the face of danger, knowing that the firepower in his hands was far behind that of his opponent.
So they divided the people into two groups and surrounded them from two directions.
But even so, these patrol policemen, who had no shooting training at all, missed all their shots in the first round under tremendous pressure.
Police officer Pawar and his colleagues who fired first were beaten to death by the terrorists who reacted while they were still pulling the bolt to reload.
On the other side, the director of the police station, Shashank Shinde, after emptying the bullets in his revolver, fell into a pool of blood along with the other two police officers.
After the gunfire stopped, the only surviving police officer, Sunam, raised his head from the corner.
The station hall was filled with corpses and injured passengers, while the two terrorists walked away like a leisurely stroll to the next target location.
At the same time, at the Leopold Cafe near the Taj Mahal Hotel, two young men opened the door from the outside and threw in two grenades without hesitation.
When the explosion sounded, no one knew what happened.
Immediately afterwards, two terrorists held guns and started shooting at the panicked crowd in the cafe.
The same thing started to happen in other places.
At this time, the police phone number in Mumbai began to ring crazily.
Gunshots also rang out in the Taj Mahal Hotel. The terrorists disguised as athletes first attacked the security personnel in the control room and the lobby on the first floor.
They knocked on the door of the surveillance room, shot all the staff inside, and then fired at a row of monitors.
However, these people obviously don't know that just blowing up the monitor will not completely destroy the surveillance.
The attack in the lobby on the first floor did not go smoothly because due to Mukesh Abani's temporary decision, the hotel's security had been upgraded, and Abani's own security team was also present.
In addition, those who accepted the invitation to the banquet also brought bodyguards, and the terrorists' first wave of offensive was actually blocked.
However, their attack was so sudden that no one expected that the attack would come from inside the hotel.
These bodyguards armed with pistols only blocked the terrorists armed with AK rifles and grenades for a few minutes.
For a time, the hotel lobby was littered with corpses.
Xu Chuan, who was in the banquet hall on the third floor, seemed to have heard gunfire a few minutes ago.
He stood up and walked to the window amidst the surprised eyes of his tablemates. However, in the darkness, Xu Chuan could not determine where the gunshot came from, and could only determine a general direction.
He waved his hand and called Curtis over, asking him to confirm whether he was hallucinating or something really happened.
"Mr. Grylls, nice to meet you."
A tall Russian man about forty years old came over.
What is this man's name? It seems that someone introduced him before, but Xu Chuan has no idea at all.
The other party seemed to understand his embarrassment and took the initiative to introduce himself, "My name is Vasily Gordesky, from NV Investment Company."
Then Comrade Vasily came closer and said, "Ms. Udinov asked me to say hello to you on her behalf."
Xu Chuan raised his eyebrows, it turned out that this guy was related to Alex.
He made a surprised expression, then stretched out his hand to shake the other person's hand.
"I seemed to hear gunshots just now."
This Vasily Gordesky pointed out the window with some confusion.
Then the next second, a violent explosion was heard.
Okay, this is definitely not an auditory hallucination.
He looked at Comrade Vasily and said, "For Alex's sake, I will try my best to save your life."
Of course, other people in the restaurant also heard the explosion. After being stunned for a moment, everyone's eyes focused on Xu Chuan.
"Damn, what are you looking at me doing?" Young Master Xu was furious.
MD, these bastards, believe it or not, they took advantage of the chaos and massacred everyone.