The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

"Azeem, Azim, come on, there's someone at the front door delivering a message!"

Sanchez, the Sikh military attaché holding a Sheffield rifle and wrapping his big head, clenched his fists and knocked violently on the closed office door.

"What's the matter, Sanchez? Are they trying to drive us away?"

After a burst of chatter in the office, Azim, a diplomat from the embassy and consulate, opened the door while buttoning the door, looking very angry.

"NO, God, what are you doing, Azim, what time is it, Diya, why is Diya here too!"

Looking at the red lip marks on the diplomat's neck, Sanchez covered his head with his palms and looked at the scene in the office with a troubled expression.

"Sanchez, this is none of your business. We are negotiating work. Is there anything important you have to do?"

Dia picked up the turban on the desk and hurriedly covered her head, then wrapped it up, and then asked coldly.

"Yes, you are mainly guarding the door now. Sanchez, there is nothing important. Please go back to your working position!"

Azim put his hands behind his back, raised his head high, and scolded him angrily.

"At the door, they have sent a letter!"

After being reminded, Sanchez remembered the most important thing now, pointed in the direction of the door, and said with a stern face,
"Letters, letters are placed in the guard box. Didn't Sanchez say, whoever's letter will get it after get off work?"

Azim sneered, thinking that Sanchez did it on purpose. At this time, everyone knew that he was discussing work with his secretary.

"It's not from us, it's from Dalvi and the others, who sent it home!"

Sanchez's tone was a bit unbelievable, but that was the fact. They, they actually used diplomacy to deliver those people's letters to their families.

"what!"

Azim, who had calmly sat back down on the flannel chair just now, felt as if he had been electrocuted. The gentlemanly demeanor he had tried so hard to maintain was instantly destroyed.

"I looked at the cover. It should be from them and frontline commander Kaul. I don't know whether to accept the letter or not!"

Slinging the Sheffield rifle on his shoulder again, Sanchez was so nervous that he rubbed his hands. What if there was a bomb hidden in the box?
That's right, boxes.

When Azim arrived at the door with other diplomats and military attachés, what they saw was a large box containing not only letters but also "express" packages. They had also bought some during the past two days while shopping. Some gadgets.

"Do you want to send this thing back?"

Azim picked out a rattle and clenched it so tightly that his fingers turned white. The wooden beads swayed with the rope and hit the drum head, making a banging sound, as if taunting them.

"There's a name posted here. Let me see, it's Tiwari's!"

Sanchez looked curiously at the messy things in the box, as well as a neat pile of letters, well tied with rubber bands. The top one was from Dalvi.

"My God~!"

"Hello, Mr. Azim, according to the Geneva Treaty, your "guests" in our country have the right to send and receive letters home. This belongs to them and is now officially transferred to you!"

With that said, the big box was moved to the iron gate. After putting down the things, he left without looking back, as if he was really just here to deliver a letter.

Looking at the big box, the staff of the Elephant Country consulate on Dan'an West Road was really messy in the cold wind.

They have been in this country often, so they understand it. Because they understand it, looking at the messy things in the box makes them feel even more ridiculous.

"This is their stool. Let me see who it belongs to, Kaul. Does Kaur's family lack this thing?"

Picking up a brand new foldable wooden pony, Azim was surprisingly angry. What did he think of them? They were lowly postmen in the countryside.

Even Li Feng didn't know where they got their money. Maybe like Dalvi, they all wore gold and silver rings and other valuable personal items. In the absence of a language barrier, they probably exchanged things for things. Come, in exchange for these inconspicuous little items.

Of course, it is not ruled out that it is also possible that he arrived at the hotel where he was staying. "Carry it in!"

No matter what, these people are also members of their own country. Even if they are lost, they cannot ignore these things. Azim took a deep breath and motioned to the two military attachés to carry them in before talking.

"See clearly, we sent your things in intact!"

Without saying a word, Li Feng took off his telescope after seeing the box being moved in, and looked at Kaul, who came here specifically to "watch".

"OK, OK!"

Kaur's eyes looked a little lonely. He was very close to the embassy and consulate. He could see clearly through the telescope, but it was obviously different from his own people over there.

People there can still enter and leave the country, but my group can only wait for news.

It wasn't until this moment that Kaul completely let down his guard. These people were really inconsistent with the statements of the congressmen in his own country. They were very inconsistent.

……

Looking at the letters on the table, which had been sorted out according to their names, Azim held his cheek and looked at these things with a headache.

In their own country, these people have become heroes and role models due to propaganda needs.

But now it seems that his small life is not much more comfortable. He can write letters and even buy things. Azim himself can't believe that the other party would be so generous.

"Are these going to be sent back?"

The problem was solved. The old-fashioned Sheffield on Sanchez's back had been put back at the door. He looked at the many letters and asked after hesitation.

"No, no, the above statement means that they cannot be allowed to...~!"

Dia's sharp voice suddenly burst out. She didn't finish her words, but her meaning was already clear.

"But, they have already delivered it!"

"Then let these damn things, get away from us, we've lost so much, Azim, if these letters go back and let their families know they're still alive, we'll all lose our jobs, damn it. "

After Diya finished speaking, he stepped forward, pushed all the letters on the desk to the ground, and stepped on them like crazy.

"Diya is right, Sanchez, you have to remind your men that it is best to forget about today's events. This will be good for everyone!"

Then, Azim bent down, picked up a letter, dusted it off, and said with a sneer.

"Before that, gentlemen and ladies, should we take a look at what they wrote?"

……

"I want to know what they have gone through and why. They all say they are fine. People in this country are very friendly and treat them like friends. I remind my family members not to be deceived!"

Dia threw away the opened envelope casually, looking a little headache-like. Seven or eight pieces of letterheads of the same style fell on the ground.

"This is betrayal. I must have bribed them for some benefits, even to save their lives. Now, they have betrayed our country!"

Azim finished reading the letters from the two top commanders with a dark expression, and slapped his hands heavily on the heavy table.

"I did find something here. Pandit said in the letter that he had arrived in Shanghai and was staying in a very luxurious hotel, with a bustling shopping street downstairs!"

Sanchez touched the funny mustache on his lips and keenly read some important hidden information from the letter.

"Send these damn things to the Eagles and let them help us. Since these people's souls have been sold to the devil, then!"

"Leave no one alive~!" (End of chapter)