It was during this period of emptiness that Britain finally remembered India, which had long been independent but still belonged to the Commonwealth and acted like a traitor, and was once the jewel in the crown of the empire.

The biggest purpose of Boss Cha's personal presence this time is to spread goodwill and win them over if possible so that the Americans cannot interfere so unscrupulously.

This can also be considered a disguised display of strength. Although Britain is no longer powerful now, its traditional influence will not disappear for a while. After decades of independence, many colonies that have gained independence will make their people miss the time when Britain was here.

When Britain ruled them, although they did all kinds of bad things, the British liked to use the white glove trick, that is, the people at the top did not show up, but supported agents, and let the people below or those who surrendered do things. The British only hid behind and managed the macro-level issues such as taxation, exploitation, bribery and the like. They did not interfere much in the specific management. As long as they assigned the tasks, no matter what method you used, as long as you got the job done in the end, it would be fine.

Only look at the results, not the process!

Moreover, because India has religious advantages and a caste system, it is easier for the British to manage it. As long as they can intimidate a small group of people with high surnames, there will naturally be people to help them manage the people below.

so……

Even many of the persecuted lower-class people did not hate the British who colonized them in the end, but instead hated their "compatriots" who persecuted them.

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"Your Highness...didn't they abolish the caste system when they gained independence?"

Alan looked at those people on the ship who began to kneel down when they saw the flag of Great Britain. He felt sad for them, but also a little bit admired Britain. Such management level... You know what, there is something about it. After so many years, Britain is still so "deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

"hehe……"

Boss Cha put down the telescope. He was no longer interested in watching those untouchables kneeling down to him, but he couldn't hide the blush on his face and the smug smile. Alan could even see his back teeth. It was estimated that Boss Cha had already started to imagine what it would feel like if those kneeling down people had a different skin color and a different hair color.

"Abolish? Just based on a piece of paper? How can something that has existed for thousands of years be abolished in a short time? They are still the same as they were before!"

"Okay... I'll leave the rest to you. I'm going to go change my clothes."

After Boss Cha finished speaking, he patted Alan's shoulder with a smile, and put his right hand on Alan's shoulder but did not rush to take it off. Instead, he looked at Alan carefully for a while, clicked his tongue twice, and then left with a smile and his hands behind his back.

“…”

Alan raised his eyebrows. Boss Cha seemed very excited today. Was he out here to let himself go?

still……

Alan turned his head and took another look at the messy scene of Indians on the big-bellied boat in the distance. Haha, they are all a bunch of bastards.

Alan wanted to laugh when he thought of the only country in the world that could turn a war of aggression into a war to defend its capital. New Delhi... New Delhi, the word "new" was used very cleverly. Many people couldn't understand what New Delhi meant.

New York, translated as Xinxiang, means new hometown. It also has a "xin" in front of it, but the "xin" in New York and the "xin" in New Delhi are completely different. New York is newly built, while New Delhi...

The old Delhi couldn't be saved in the end, so they just built a new one.

Thinking about this group of lowly and ignorant Indians, Alan glanced at Boss Cha who had already walked away. Haha... I will arrive in India soon, and I will go to New Delhi to take a look then.

"The ship is about to dock. When the ship stops, the security team will contact the first group of people we have arrived. Let their leader come aboard to hand over to me first, and also bring the people sent by India to do the perimeter security work up to see me!"

"Yes, sir!"

Alan put down the walkie-talkie. It was a rare opportunity to work as a security guard, so it was quite new.

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At a separate berth cleared out in the Port of Mumbai, the Britannia was slowly towed to the berth by a tugboat and slowly docked. The entire berth and the terminal extension were surrounded by crowds of people. It was impossible to tell where the welcoming crowd was and where the security personnel were. It looked a mess.

A sweaty middle-aged white man was holding a walkie-talkie and shouting something loudly into it. All kinds of dirty words like "fuck" came out of his mouth as if they were free.

"I don't care what method you use, just block off the road for me. Mr. Allen will be on the ship later. If he sees that you have made such arrangements in advance, you will die when you return home! You sons of bitches!"

"And you! What are you looking at? Tell your people to get to work! Hurry up, wait until the boat stops, and you come up with me. Someone, someone, where's my bag!"

The middle-aged man spoke into the intercom for a while, put it down, and yelled at the big and strong Indian man beside him. Then he remembered that he had just handed the bag to his subordinate, and now his subordinate was gone again...

He quickly picked up the intercom and continued speaking.

In fact, the security work here is the result of his best efforts, but... there are too many people here, and with so many people, they can't manage it with just a few hundred people. These Indian trash next to them can be managed, but they use batons to hit indiscriminately, which is effective, but it is easy to cause unrest. If there is another stampede, he can't take the responsibility, so for now he can only make do and try his best to maintain it, and by the way, hope that after the nobles on the ship get off the ship, they can leave the port early.

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"Master...your weapon."

Xiao Shitou came with Alan this time, but Alan only brought less than ten people on this business trip, four bodyguards, plus Xiao Shitou, and two servants to serve him. Including him, there were only eight people in total, which was considered very frugal.

At this time, Xiao Shitou was squatting beside Alan with a small box. After opening the box, he took out two armpit holsters and prepared to help Alan put them on.

Theoretically speaking, even if something really happened, it would not be Allen's turn to be on the front line. After all, he was just gaining experience. If there were any shortcomings in the arrangements, his deputies would naturally help him fill in the gaps. However, now that he could carry a gun, Allen was still prepared to carry it.

This thing is not necessarily used for self-protection, it can also be used to scare people. He brought few people this time and didn't feel safe.

Xiao Shitou stood up and helped Alan organize the gun bag. Alan picked up the gun in the box, disassembled it and looked at it carefully, then wiped it with an oilcloth. After carefully checking each part of the pistol, he reassembled it, picked up the magazine and loaded the bullets himself, checked it, clicked, loaded the chamber, unloaded the bullets, checked again, and finally turned on the safety. After completing the whole process, he inserted the gun into the holster under his armpit.

When wearing a suit, the armpits are the most convenient place, while the waist... is not conducive to hiding and is not as convenient as the armpits.

After doing all this, Alan was not in a hurry to put on his outer coat. It was very hot here, already 27 or 28 degrees. He just wore a white shirt, with gun pouches tied under his armpits, two pistols loaded, and sat on the sofa waiting for the person in charge who would come on board to report the situation to him.

…

The middle-aged white man was wiping his sweat with a handkerchief and looking back. He was almost at the cabin door, but the Indian man behind him was still looking around and visiting.

"Hurry up! Your Excellency is waiting impatiently!"

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient. We need to be steady. Why rush for such an important matter? Can this be rushed? Your yacht is so beautiful. How much is it?"

The middle-aged white man took another look at the fat man who was nagging and looking indifferent, and ignored him. He greeted the sailor and walked into the cabin.

…

The closer the middle-aged man got to Allen, the faster he walked. The Indian man following him seemed to have come to his senses as well. He stopped talking and followed him closely.

The main thing is that guy is very eye-catching. A dozen bodyguards in black are standing on both sides of him. He is sitting on the sofa with his legs wide open and one hand on his thigh. His left hand is supporting his chin, and his right hand is hanging down. He seems to be holding a cigarette in his hand. He is wearing a pair of trousers, black leather shoes, and a white shirt. These clothes are very ordinary in style, but they look very elegant on him, especially the holster under his armpit, which adds a little different feeling to this temperament. It's very oppressive!

When they got closer, the middle-aged man could already see Alan's eyes. He was just looking at him coldly.

"Good afternoon... Your Excellency the Earl of Carmarthen, I am the first person to come here to take charge of the security work. My name is..."

…

Alan was originally watching this man with great interest and preparing to listen to the report, but while the middle-aged man was talking, the Indian behind him actually sat down on the sofa without anyone paying attention to him!

He actually sat down!

His action made Alan raise his eyebrows and shift all his attention to him.

The middle-aged man who was about to report the situation to Allen turned his head slightly in the direction Allen was looking and looked at the Indian who was already sitting on the sofa. He was almost scared to death.

…

Britain is a place that pays the most attention to class and rules. In formal occasions, especially occasions like today, when facing a superior, this Indian actually sat down first when the other party didn't ask him to sit down. This is extremely rude!

Moreover, the gentleman in front of him was notoriously bad-tempered. As one of Boss Cha's bodyguards, the middle-aged man knew something about Allen.

Precisely because of his bad temper, even though the middle-aged man has been with Boss Cha for so many years, he has to be cautious when facing Allen.

Because the person in front of him is a natural retainer, and it's a hereditary one!

Can a normal bodyguard like him compare to the royal family's hereditary guards?

Even if he stayed with Boss Cha for another few decades, he would not be able to match Allen's status.

And now... this Indian man was brought by him, and he actually sat down in front of him without his permission.

Before the middle-aged man could figure out what to do, a black shadow flashed past his eyes. Then there was a muffled "bang" sound, accompanied by a low cry of pain, and the trainee butler beside the Earl kicked the Indian.

The middle-aged man almost didn't see the kick clearly, and the Indian was already holding his stomach and shaking his head, gasping for breath.

…

"Get him to kneel aside, you! Sit down and talk."

Alan was very satisfied that Xiao Shitou knew what to do with just a look from him. He waved his hand slightly, like shooing away a fly, and asked Xiao Shitou to put the Indian man sitting on the sofa aside first. He then asked the middle-aged man to sit down and talk with an expressionless face.

"No, no, no... Your Excellency, I won't sit down. I... My waist is not in good condition. I don't like sitting. I can just stand and talk."

"Um."

Whether you want to sit or not, it’s all a bad habit. Alan didn’t comment, just snorted slightly with a nasal voice and didn’t care.

…

The middle-aged man looked at Allen and raised his chin slightly. He didn't bother to introduce his name. He glanced at the Indian man who had not yet recovered from the kick, and quickly picked up the bag in his hand and took out a large stack of documents from the bag.

"Sir... This is our route map for this trip. These are the seven planned itineraries that we have prepared so far."

"Well...what about today? Is everything arranged?"

"Uh... everything is almost arranged. After we get off the ship, there will be a welcoming ceremony organized by the Indian government at the port. Your Highness needs to show up and say hello to them, and then we will go to the hotel we have booked..."

"Wait! How many people are here for the welcome party this time?"

The middle-aged man saw Alan asking this, hesitated for a moment, swallowed quietly, and said with a guilty conscience: "Thirty thousand people..."

"How many? Only 30,000 people?!"

Allen's waist straightened up instantly. What the hell, what do these hairy Indians want to do? Are they welcoming him or showing off their power?

Thirty thousand people sounds like a lot.

But more than a decade ago, when Mr. Cha came to visit, how many welcoming crowds did India organize?

One hundred and fifty thousand!

A full 150,000 people. The scene was simply a sea of ​​people. In just over a decade, the size of the welcoming crowd has dropped sharply from 150,000 to 30,000?

Alan himself doesn't care, but Boss Cha is a man who cares about his reputation!

Although it was impossible for him to count how many people came one by one, he could tell with a glance whether there were more than 100,000 or 30,000 people.

Thinking of this, Allen turned his head and looked at the Indian man who was sitting on the ground next to him, holding his stomach and not saying a word. Was he arrogant? Or did they want to take advantage of Boss Cha?

No wonder a person in charge of security dares to sit down in front of me whenever I ask him to. How inflated must he be to dare to do this?

"Break his legs and throw him into the sea. You go in and proceed as planned."

"yes!"

The middle-aged man didn't even have time to put the documents in his hand into his bag. After Alan said this, he walked away as if he had been pardoned, without any sign of the bad back he had just mentioned.

As for the Indian, he was destined to be in trouble... Of course, he arrogantly beat the person in charge of security at the doorstep of someone else's house. Although this... is not good, this gentleman has such a bad temper. If he wants to fight, who can stop him?

"ah!……"

Before the middle-aged man walked far, he heard a few intermittent screams behind him. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly and his pace quickened.

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