I am a master in India

Chapter 185 Firefight
They're trucks! Two of them!

The boys in the small square cheered and pushed their way forward, trying to grab a good spot.

The driver can only take six or seven people at a time, sometimes two or three, as spots are scarce.

"Take me with you! Take me with you!" the boys shouted, jumping and skipping.

The truck arrived, and its bed wasn't filled with lime or sand, but with people!
A dense crowd of people, each holding a gun!
The boys lowered their arms, stared blankly at the truck, and then slowly backed away.

The quick-thinking rickshaw driver had already turned the rickshaw around and, ignoring the tea drinkers' shouts, pedaled furiously to escape.

"A war is about to break out!" a boy shouted.

"Where are they going?" someone asked naively.

"Of course we're going to settle accounts with those two beasts! They're going to be in big trouble!" Muna clapped his hands excitedly.

“You’re the one who’s going to be in trouble, Muna!” a boy laughed.

“I don’t know them.” Muna was puzzled and a little guilty.

"You took money from others that day and exposed the landlord's affairs, even calling them beasts, right?" someone jeered.

"Nonsense! I didn't!" Muna panicked.

"It's you! It's you! Someone's gone to the landlord to complain!"

The boys were fearless and did not flee the square like the timid rickshaw pullers.

"Who! Who is it that snitched? I'll smash their head in!" Muna shouted.

Having grown up in Kana Village, he knew all too well how those two beasts would deal with them.

The honey badger once had a son who was kidnapped by anti-government forces during a trip and brutally tortured to death.

The servant who was supposed to protect his son escaped and claimed that he had nothing to do with the kidnapping.

The honey badger didn't believe it, so he hired four gunmen to torture him until they finally shot him in the head.

You think that's all? No, it's just beginning!
The servant lived in the village of Kana. Muna was of the same caste as him, and Muna had seen him a few times before.

The honey badger led a group to his house, where they hung up the servant's grandmother and beat her to death.

The servant's father and brother were tied up and thrown into a haystack, then set on fire.

The two men's cries could be heard throughout the entire village of Kana.

The women in the servants' households fared even worse; they were first raped by more than twenty men, and then sold to a buyer with unusual fetishes.

It is said that they were tortured to death within a few days, and when they died, they were naked, and the bleeding from their genitals could not be stopped.

The servant's house was eventually burned down, and to this day, only blackened ruins remain.

With such a role model, who would dare to let such a horrific tragedy happen to them?
What inhuman person could possibly have the heart to push their grandmother, brothers, sisters, aunts, nephews, nieces, and grandnieces to their deaths?
Muna's family has more than a dozen members, including his grandmother, uncles and aunts, as well as his brothers, sisters, nephews and nieces.

What would he think if he heard the news of the defendant's slander?
Muna's legs were trembling, and his vision was blurring in waves.

"Look! That's Crow's car!" a boy shouted, pointing into the distance.

Muna looked up and saw that the trucks coming from the north and the trucks returning from the south had met!

The boys pointed and chatted excitedly.

Those young men standing on trucks, holding guns, were their idols.

They desperately wanted to be one of them; that's what big shots are like, so arrogant!

Muna gritted her teeth and, taking advantage of the tea shop owner watching the commotion, secretly slipped away.

He bent over and crouched low as he made his way along the riverbank. He knew every blade of grass and every tree there, and he knew how to hide himself.

He didn't know why he had to go, but a voice inside him told him: he had to go and see, this was the only chance.

Ratan didn't expect things to happen so coincidentally; the two sides had run into each other again, and both seemed to be fully mobilized.

He gestured, and the people on the truck quickly got off and took their positions.

Although the crow and honey badger were a beat slower, their movements were still roughly the same.

"Gentlemen, it seems I'll have to see you off." Ratan said leisurely, with a smile on his face.

"The family's assets cannot be handed over so easily, no matter who comes!" Crow refused to budge.

"This is the minister's order. Have you thought it through? Are you sure you want to be reactionaries in the government?"

"Pah! Don't waste your breath on these bastards, they're just robbing us outright!"

Holding a double-barreled shotgun, the honey badger was now much more confident; this thing looked much more powerful than the small pistol it had before.

He couldn't wait and wanted to strike first. This time, they were well-prepared; everyone was armed and they were no less well-equipped than their opponents.

Once the leader is killed, the rest of the Varanasi will surely scatter.

Kana is their territory, and these outsiders won't get anywhere with it.

So, as soon as the honey badger finished speaking, it decisively pulled the trigger.

Boom! The thunderous roar of the double-barreled shotgun startled everyone.

"Ah!" A scream rang out.

Ratan blinked, then looked down at himself. He was fine!
The one that fell was a honey badger.

His hands were a bloody mess, with only two of his ten fingers remaining.

The others either vanished without a trace, or only stark white bone fragments remained exposed.

The double-barreled shotgun had broken into two blackened pieces, and the shattered barrel looked like a trumpet flower with its mouth wide open.

"Damn it, this bastard has no sportsmanship! Shoot!"

Latan pulled the bolt, picked up his submachine gun, and started firing.

Then the gunfire intensified, with AKs, submachine guns, and pistols firing incessantly.

The crows' group was thrown into chaos, their cries echoing far and wide.

Some wanted to retaliate; they raised their revolvers, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

Boom! Boom! A burst of bright light!

"Ah!" The person who fired the shot fell down again.

The crow, enraged, launched into a tirade of curses. He cursed the Varanasi people, the Corinthians, and the honey badger. Robbers! Shady merchants! Incompetent teammates!
He had no idea things would turn out this way; everything happened incredibly fast.

Fortunately, he was careful and didn't use the cheap ones he had just bought; he still used his original little pistol.

But the situation was bad; the honey badger lay motionless on the ground, with several bloody holes in his body.

The other men were either wounded or dead, and the rest hid behind the car.

They dared not fire, for fear of losing their fingers.

They waved their heavy revolvers in vain, shouting and yelling.

The crow knew the situation was bad, so he ordered his men to hold the line while he prepared to sneak away.

As long as the green hills remain, there's always hope. He needs to seek help; he needs to go find Colin Bay.

He would rather give those limestone mines to Corinthians than let the Varanasi benefit from them.

Ratan kept his eyes on the other side; they were all armed with automatic weapons.

Once the trigger is pulled, the torrent of fire will overwhelm the enemy, leaving them unable to raise their heads.

The crow tried to run away, but Ratan raised his hand and fired a shot, causing blood to splatter from the crow's shoulder.

He didn't stop, he kept running. Ratan fired another shot, this time hitting his thigh.

The crows fell down the riverbank, and Ratan glanced around but didn't see anyone.

Bang! Bang! Sparks exploded on the hood of the RATA engine.

Wow! There really are people who aren't afraid of death.

"Fire! Don't hold back any bullets!" Ratan roared.

Gunfire erupted for a moment, then quickly ceased on the other side.

The magazines were empty, some people were busy reloading, while others cautiously approached.

The crow and the honey badger were only in one truck, so there weren't many places to take cover during the firefight.

The Suer family's thugs went around to the back, where many figures were lying haphazardly on the ground.

Some were groaning, some were silent. The only survivor clutched his head, his body trembling uncontrollably.

His trouser legs were soaked with urine, and he mumbled pleas for mercy.

Only after receiving confirmation from his subordinates did Ratan feel relieved enough to walk over.

He kicked the dead honey badger, whose face still showed traces of fear.

"Pah!" Ratan kicked his fat face again.

This is the guy who dared to ambush him.

"What about the crow?" Ratan asked his men.

"Didn't see it!", "Fell into the river!", "Drowned!"

Everyone chimed in with their own opinions, making all sorts of wild guesses.

Ratan waved them off to shut up, then stomped a large foot directly on the prisoner's face.

"Tell me! Where is that bird thief?"

"Sir! Please spare me! I didn't do anything. It was all Crow's doing. I just saw his back on the riverbank."

Ratan frowned. He'd run away?
Just as he was about to send someone to chase after him, Ron hurried over from behind.

"Brother Ratan, are you alright?"

“Those guys’ guns can’t hurt me,” Ratan laughed.

"Damn it, are all the landowners in the Northern State outlaws?" Ron's perception of the fierce local customs of his hometown was once again refreshed.

“I told you long ago, don’t be polite to these guys, otherwise they won’t respect us.”

"Both beasts are dead?" Ron asked.

"One died, and another probably escaped, but he was injured."

"Chase them!" Ron said fiercely.

"Huh?" Ratan gave him a strange look. "Aren't you afraid that Yadav will cause you trouble?"

"Don't joke around. Since it's already done, we should nip it in the bud."

"Good! Brother, this is the true blood of our Suer family!"

"You take your men and leave this to me."

Several of the Suer family's thugs were also injured, but fortunately, none of them died.

The crows were terrified by the exploding gun and didn't even dare to fight back.

Ron would personally bandage the injured, and he brought a full set of first aid supplies with him when he arrived.

With Ron looking after them, Ratan felt reassured and led his men to pursue them along the river.

The crow did indeed run away; after seeing that the opposing team was equipped with only fully automatic weapons, he knew he couldn't win today.

He originally planned to feign a few words to calm the other side down, and then get Colin Bai involved later.

Who would have thought that the reckless honey badger would fire first?

That idiot deserves to die!
The crow limped along the river; he dared not return to the manor, nor could he go to town. The road was too far, and he was injured.

So they could only find the nearest place to hide, and Kana Village was very close by.

That's his territory, and the villagers are his servants. Once we get there, things will be much easier.

He needs to hide for a few days to avoid trouble before going to Mirkabur town.

The wounds on his shoulder and thigh caused him excruciating pain.

He finally made it to an abandoned hut, but he could no longer stand and sat down hard on the charred corner of the wall.

Damn it, those Varanasi people are a bunch of bastards!
Just wait, once I find some help, I'll definitely go back and kill them all.

Don't even think about it.
The crow was stunned. Standing in front of him was a boy who looked somewhat familiar.

(End of this chapter)