Taj Mahal Hotel, sixth floor.
A large local company in Mumbai has booked the hall on the sixth floor, where they are holding a dinner party. Originally, the dinner party was almost over and people were already preparing to go home, but a sudden attack left them trapped here. However, this group of Indians did not appear to be in a panic. Perhaps it was the submissive character left over from the colonial era that made them still want to joke with each other.
"Mr. Zhang Guan, we just saw a few gangsters passing by here. They have already climbed to the top floor, so I suggest you not to go there!" The director of the company said as he handed over a notebook and continued: "Can you sign your name for me?"
Zhang Guan looked at this man speechlessly. At this time, he still had the intention to ask for his signature.
At this moment, there was a loud noise, and the ceiling began to shake violently. Some pendants on the chandeliers seemed to be unable to withstand the shaking and fell from the air.
There was an explosion on the top floor.
The top floor of the Taj Mahal Hotel is a raised dome, similar to the dome on the U.S. Capitol Building. From there, you can directly see attractions such as Mumbai's India Gate, National Gallery of Modern Art, Prince of Wales Museum, Bombay University, etc., while on the other side you can see the sea in the distance.
But now, the top floor has been blown away, and Zhang Guan cannot get to the hotel rooftop through here.
Zhang Guan grabbed a waiter and asked, "Is there any other way to the rooftop?"
"Yes, the stairs at the end of the corridor can lead to the rooftop." The waiter said immediately.
"Okay, let's go there." Zhang Guan pulled Sharapova and ran towards the end of the corridor.
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The whole of Mumbai is in chaos. The streets are under full martial law. The police ask citizens not to go out. However, it is obviously impossible to expect the ungrateful people to abide by the order. Therefore, many Mumbai citizens gathered near the cordon. Among them were relatives and friends. The friends were trapped in the hotel, and there were family members of the victims, crowds of people watching the excitement, and corpse bearers who wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune.
Of course, there are even reporters who are not afraid of death and are eager to rush to the cordon to obtain first-hand news materials.
At this time, dozens of cameras have been set up outside the cordon of the Taj Mahal Hotel. There are local Indian media and foreign media. Broadcast trucks, small satellite transmitters, etc. have all been deployed to the scene. There was even a wealthy media company that sent helicopters over.
After Commander-in-Chief Dutt learned about it, he couldn't help but cursed. Of course he was not cursing the media, but the National Security Guard, because the media's helicopter arrived at the Taj Mahal Hotel one step ahead of the National Guard's armed helicopter.
"Those guys in the National Security Guard who are doing nothing! The most elite special forces! Even the TV stations can move faster than you!" Dut vented loudly, and then said: "Go tell the TV station and ask them not to cause trouble for me. , get the broadcast helicopter down, they are filming from above, wouldn’t all our police’s deployment be leaked to the gangsters!”
"Sir, look, Zhang Guan and Sharapova ran towards the rooftop!" A staff member pointed at the surveillance screen and said.
"The rooftop on the top floor? There has just been an explosion there, and the surveillance cameras have been broken, so we won't be able to track their whereabouts!" Dutt said anxiously.
"Sir, don't worry, we should be able to track their whereabouts." Another staff member said: "They have been on TV now! The helicopter of the TV station seems to have captured them..."
"On TV? Doesn't that mean the whole world knows that they are also in the Taj Mahal Hotel!" Dutt sat down on the chair and said slumped: "This is really troublesome."
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The roar of the helicopter engine forced the reporter sitting on it to roar loudly in order for people to hear what he was saying clearly.
"Dear viewers, I am currently above the Taj Mahal Hotel. What you see in the picture is the Taj Mahal Hotel. Now the hotel has been occupied by gangsters, and there was a violent explosion just on the top floor of the hotel. , we can see the fire there, and there is already thick smoke coming out!"
The photographer gave a close-up of the cylinder on the top floor of the Taj Mahal Hotel, and saw that a raging fire was burning there, illuminating the surrounding area as if it were daytime.
"Oh, there are two people coming up from the rooftop on the top floor, right there!" The photographer immediately turned the camera.
"It's a man and a woman. They seem to be hotel guests. They escaped to the rooftop of the top floor. Zoom in closer. Oh, that's a Chinese man. The blond woman behind him should be from Europe or the United States! Wait. For a moment, this Chinese man looked familiar. He reminded me of the world champion Zhang Guan... Wait, that's Zhang Guan! It's Zhang Guan! Oh my god! That's Zhang Guan! And, behind him It's Sharapova! Zhang Guan and Sharapova! They are at the Taj Mahal Hotel! I read that right!" the reporter exclaimed.
The photographer tried hard to zoom in on the camera as close as possible. Although the lens kept shaking, the faces of Zhang Guan and Sharapova could still be distinguished through the firelight.
"Get closer, get closer, we need to take a clearer picture!" The reporter kept urging the helicopter pilot. He knew that the closer the plane got, the greater the danger, but he also knew that he had caught a huge one. News, news that could shock the whole world, for which he was even willing to risk his life.
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It was not working time now, but faced with this unexpected situation, the director of the TV station did not hesitate to recruit all the staff back to the station. In order to get first-hand reports, the TV station even mobilized the boss's helicopter to fly to the scene.
There was a knock on the door, and a supervisor came in and said: "Director, we just received a call from the police station. They asked us to withdraw the helicopter. They said that our live broadcast would leak the police deployment, which would affect Their actions. The police also said that if their attack fails next time, the responsibility will be entirely our fault... "
"Hmph, when their police launched an attack last time, our helicopters didn't broadcast live broadcasts. Didn't their police also lose their troops? It's obvious that they are incompetent, but they have to blame me!" The station director snorted coldly, but he again I was worried that the police would really shift the blame onto me, so I had no choice but to say: "Please withdraw the helicopter first!"
"Okay." The supervisor turned and left. Just as he opened the door, he heard the station director suddenly make a voice.
"Wait a moment!"
The supervisor came back and found the station director staring at the TV on the wall, which was naturally broadcasting the scene.
The camera focused on the man and woman on the roof, and when the camera zoomed in, the appearance of the man and woman surprised the supervisor.
"Oh my God, it's Zhang Guan and Sharapova!" the supervisor exclaimed.
The director suddenly stood up from his seat: "Tell the reporters in front of you to take pictures of them all. Don't miss a single thing! Once you have done this, I will send him 5 months, no, 10 Month’s salary!”
"But the police..."
"Go to the police! Don't you know what kind of news we are facing?" the station director said excitedly: "That's Zhang Guan. He actually found himself in Taj, which has been occupied by gangsters. Maha Hotel, and he has not been caught by the gangsters, and we have photographed him! From this moment on, the news media all over the world will get news from our TV station! If Zhang Guan died here, and what we What was captured will be the last scene in Zhang Guan’s life!”
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Mumbai was attacked? It's India! That poor and backward place? Oh, got it.
This is the first reaction of many Westerners.
In the eyes of many Westerners, India is no stranger, because India was once a British colony. It was poor and backward, but it had a large population and was a good place to provide cheap raw materials and dumped goods. A poor place thousands of miles away from Europe was attacked. It was good to be able to express a symbolic condemnation.
But not long after, news came that Zhang Guan was also at the attack site, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone around the world. Immediately afterwards, a video of Zhang Guan and Sharapova running on the rooftop of the Taj Mahal Hotel also appeared on the Internet.
"That was really Zhang Guan and Sharapova! They were really at the scene of the attack!"
"Whether they just look similar, the picture is not clear enough, and it is an evening show, so it is even more unclear. I think Oriental people all look the same."
"It may be fake to be alone. Didn't you see that there is Sharapova
"Real or fake? You must be a movie maker! Is it viral marketing for some movie? It's really vulgar to use this kind of marketing method."
"This is not marketing for the movie, it is real. Didn't you see that the building behind is still burning?"
"The latest news, that is the Taj Mahal Hotel in Mumbai. Now this hotel has been controlled by gangsters!"
"Zhang Guan is really unlucky this year. Not long ago, he was framed for doping, and his career was almost over. Now, he's been attacked by gangsters, and he might die!"
"I have the address of the Indian TV station's online broadcast here. Come and watch it, it's being broadcast live!"
"It was broadcast live, gangsters occupied the hotel, and Zhang Guan escaped with his girlfriend. Isn't that a real-life version of 'Die Hard'? This is really exciting! I want to watch it!"
In the East, it is already late at night and early in the morning, and many people have already taken a rest, so the news is not transmitted quickly. However, in Europe, it is the prime time for viewing. On the other side of the world, in the United States, it is also morning, so The news spread quickly.
Compared with the attack on Mumbai, more people are more concerned about whether Zhang Guan and Sharapova can survive.
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