my stealth fighter

Chapter 184 Rain in Calcutta
South Asia, Calcutta.

Rumble.

A bolt of lightning appeared out of the sky like a silver dragon, tearing apart the overcast sky and turning the city pale, while rolling thunder swept across the sky above the entire city at the speed of sound.

As if the rain god blew the horn, heavy rain fell from the sky, violently washing this city on the Ganges Delta.

There is a Fifth Avenue in New York, and there is also a Fifth Avenue in Calcutta. The difference is that the former is a street, while the latter is a high-end apartment building, which is named after the former.

The top floor of the building on Fifth Avenue is also the most expensive floor of the building.

A young woman is wearing a gorgeous sari, holding a glass of red wine, standing on the balcony overlooking the stormy city.

Behind her is a sliding glass door to the balcony. There is only a dim night light on in the room. The computer screen is the brightest light source in the room. The air purifier makes a faint noise.

Even the rare thunderstorms in winter seem to be unable to blow away the thick smog that covers Calcutta all year round. When she came to the balcony from the room, her tongue could feel the fine particles in the air and the smell of sulfur compounds.

From her position, she could see the people in the slums bustling about in a panic, like ants in a rainstorm, rushing to save the whole family in the ant nest from being washed away by the rain.

The average altitude of the city of Kolkata is only a few meters. Due to the rapid expansion of the population, the groundwater has been evacuated, and the city is still sinking, and the rising global temperature has caused the sea level to continue to rise... The combination of the two, Kolkata will probably eventually have One day it will be the Venice of the East - in a negative sense.

One-third of the city's population lives in slums, and some people can't even afford to live in slums. They can only use the sky as a shed and the ground as a mat, lying down on the sidewalk, among the garbage and cow dung everywhere. , Dedicate themselves to mosquitoes carrying malaria and other viruses, even they themselves don't know if they can wake up the next day.

The temperature in winter is low, and it may be less than 20 degrees Celsius. If it rains at this time, you may have a cold and a fever. For the poor, the consequences of a cold and a fever are very serious. There are no hospital beds and no access to expensive private hospitals. The super-class medical level of Indian doctors only serves the rich.

Therefore, from the first thunderstorm, the poor began to fight for survival. They hurriedly covered the leaking rusty iron roof with the plastic sheets they picked up, and used pots and cans with missing corners. To catch the seeping rainwater.

When the father was busy in silence, the mother called the children to her side and hugged her tightly, staring in horror at the crackling roof, fearing that the broken house would be washed away by the rain, and the whole family would be washed into the Ganges.

Heavy rain.

The city's weak drainage system quickly collapsed, and sewage overflowed from the drains, bubbling with a pungent smell, polluting the already scarce domestic water.

The street has turned into a river, and the water is full of garbage and smells like cow dung. In this sense, the rain is a good thing. At least for a day or two after the rain, the street will be cleaner.

After every such rainstorm, hundreds of people in Calcutta die from the ensuing cholera and dengue fever, but who cares?Those who died were only the lowest level of untouchables. Even their death itself would not be discovered by others. The corpses were washed into the Ganges by sewage and then into the Indian Ocean to feed the fish.

A small window popped up in the lower right corner of the computer screen in the room, and a slight beep sounded at the same time.

The woman sipping wine on the balcony heard the voice and returned indoors with a wine glass.

With the closing of the sliding door, it seems that the indoor and outdoor of two worlds are completely isolated.

She sat in front of the computer, clicked on the email she had just received, and scanned the content, her eyes burst into black anger.

"My dear friend... have you left this world..."

This is an automatically scheduled email, which will not be sent under normal circumstances, because the sender will delay the set timer every certain time, and she receives this email, which means that the sender is no longer there .

"Absence" means that something happened, and the timing cannot be changed due to irresistible force, which may be death.

This is her promise with her friends.

Her friend did not hesitate to risk herself and go deep into a foreign country to raise funds. Once she is detected by a foreign transcendent, if she cannot escape in time, she may encounter accidents... Her friend knows this well, so she made an appointment with her before leaving the motherland , once you don't contact her for several days, and she receives this regular email, it means that her friend is no longer alive.

Before receiving the email, she had lost contact with her friend, and the last money remitted from a foreign country was nearly two months ago, so she was mentally prepared for the arrival of this email.

Even so, the confirmation of her friend's death still made her extremely sad and angry, and her originally beautiful and gentle face became distorted and ferocious.

It's time for her to go out.

There was still half of the blood-red wine in the glass, she picked it up, and sprinkled the rest on the carpet to comfort her friend.

My friend gave her precious life for the prosperity of the motherland. Although she and her have some differences on the specific implementation details, they all share the same goal, which is to bring this backward and poor country back to life.

It was still raining outside, and she took an umbrella and left the penthouse, taking the empty wine glass along with her.

After getting off the elevator, she held up her umbrella, stood at the door of the apartment building, and looked around.

The taxi driver who was waiting for customers saw her coming out of this high-end apartment building, coupled with her beautiful appearance and gorgeous clothes, he couldn't help being dazzled, excitedly started the car, and drove slowly to her around.

"Beautiful lady, take the car?"

The middle-aged male driver with a bushy mustache jumped out of the car, took the umbrella in her hand graciously, opened the rear door for her, gestured a "please" gesture, and stared at her face like a rain of arrows , chest, waist, buttocks, and legs, and quietly swallowed a mouthful of thirsty saliva.

Her sari is very open, and it can only cover half of her breasts, making her looming more erotic.

She didn't seem to notice the driver's gaze, and sat in the back seat with an elegant smile.

The driver closed the door and returned to the car, excitedly started the car, held the rearview mirror to a suitable angle, so that he could enjoy the angle of her beauty, and asked, "Beautiful lady, where do you want to go?"

"The Temple of Kali," she said.

(End of this chapter)