I am a master in India

Chapter 222 "Encounter"

Stanley had been to the police station before and had been beaten quite a bit.

However, after the police usually teach him a lesson, they will contact Dubai and ask how much they are willing to pay for their men's lives.

The Bandera police station was very different; Stanley hadn't even said a word when he walked in before they started torturing him.

They pulled over two chairs, stood facing each other, and propped iron bars against the backs of the chairs.

Then they bent Stanley's body up, handcuffed his hands and feet, and suspended him on an iron bar.

Stanley was like a roast suckling pig hanging upside down in the air, being kicked and punched by the police, and swung back and forth on their batons.

They also used matchsticks to prop open his eyelids, preventing him from sleeping. They used clips to clamp his fingers, earlobes, and genitals, and then gave him electric shocks.

His battered body trembled violently under the impact of twelve volts of electricity, the handle of the portable generator turning relentlessly, sparks flying.

Electric shocks can drive people crazy, especially someone like Stanley who has retired from the spotlight.

In order to completely break down his psychological defenses, Aiger ordered someone to bring out a sharp knife and a lemon, and then cut the lemon open on his head.

As the police approached with a knife, and the lemon was cut open, its juice splattering all over his head and face, Stanley screamed in terror.

No one wants to experience that feeling: a faint, stinging pain, cold liquid, as if his skull were being cut open.

After employing a variety of methods, Stanley finally spoke frankly the moment the situation came to a stop.

When Ron arrived, the two gang hitmen were hanging on hooks like dead pigs.

They were covered in blood, with blood still flowing from their arms and legs, and the police showed no intention of removing the two bullets.

"So, did you get anything?" Ron asked.

“They’ve confessed everything.” Aijie picked up his cup and took a sip.

"Is it Shakir?"

"You guessed it?" Aijie asked, somewhat surprised.

“I just made a phone call over there,” Ron shrugged.

"That's pretty much it. They ordered your kidnapping from Dubai and then paid a ransom of 100 raq."

"That's a big spender, ten million rupees."

"As you know, the Daoud gang has been making moves around recently, and many businessmen in Mumbai have been extorted by them."

"What exactly happened?" Ron asked curiously.

"Dawood has almost completely broken ties with Mumbai. His family, including Shakir's two daughters, have all gone to Babayang in the north."

They left their homes, living like rats, constantly on the run, eventually forced to live as dependents. They resented the Indian government and instructed their subordinates: "Don't be polite to anyone."

Ron nodded thoughtfully. No wonder his "Dr. Sue" title wasn't working anymore; Daoud's gang was now completely unscrupulous.

He recalled the warning from finance officer Harus two months earlier, when businessmen in Mumbai were already being frequently harassed.

The fact that he was only approached today suggests that he must have been considered a "big fish" by the Daoud gang.

"By the way, your friend also got a share?"

"Hmm?" Ron looked up.

"It seems that the higher-ups on both sides have reached a consensus in that palace to teach you a lesson. One is responsible for taking out your most capable henchman, while the other is to deal with you personally."

Ron held his breath, then sneered. They really think highly of him.

"I don't know much about the palace, but they probably bribed the police to make this happen quietly. There are also Daoud people in the prison, so your friend must have received a lot of preferential treatment."

"So it's two gangs teaming up?" Ron suddenly realized.

"At least there's some kind of tacit understanding."

"I don't understand why? I have almost no conflict of interest with them."

"Dawood has extorted most businessmen, famous and unknown. You can't be an exception, understand?"

This is the crux of the problem, especially since Daoud was driven to the Baba sheep, and he needed a large enough target to "establish his authority".

Sometimes, you think you're harmless and no one will bother you, but that's not always the case.

"As for the palace, I heard that woman is crazy; jealousy is enough to destroy a woman's mind."

“I never imagined that even being a good person would attract so much hostility,” Ron sighed.

“This isn’t your fault; this city is terminally ill,” Aijie comforted him.

"It's a chaotic mess."

You have no idea when you'll become someone's thorn in their side, or when a hidden arrow will be shot from behind.

"What will you do with these two?" Ron asked, looking at the two Daoud Brigade assassins.

“Use the rules of the underworld.” A strange look flashed in Ai Jie’s eyes.

“Brother Shakir will bail me out! Five rac? Or ten rac? Call him!” Stanley suddenly shouted.

“I don’t have a ‘bail’ option here,” Aijie said, unmoved.

“I’ve already been to court, you can forget about ‘running into’ me!” Stanley struggled and shouted.

This is an ironclad rule followed by both the legitimate and criminal worlds: if a judge has seen a suspect during a trial, he will not disappear as long as he remains in custody.

"You still don't understand, your last court appearance was six months ago, what does that have to do with this arrest?"

"No! The last case hasn't been closed yet, I was released on bail!" Stanley suddenly became extremely terrified and struggled desperately.

Even his usually quiet partner started yelling and screaming, clearly terrified.

“What is a ‘chance encounter’?” Ron asked quietly.

“A special kind of extra-legal means.” A gray glint flashed in Ai Jie’s eyes. A chance encounter—such a harmless-sounding word, like bumping into someone while taking a walk in the park.

However, in Mumbai, "chance encounter" refers to extrajudicial execution, that is, being murdered on the spot by the police without trial.

Ron guessed what was going on, but didn't say anything.

"Let's go, this needs to be done quickly." Aijie decided to act immediately.

These two men held significant positions within the Daoud gang; according to the case files, they were two of the gang's five top gunmen.

Oh, right, Muhsin too, he's already gone to bed.

To prevent Shakir from getting advance notice and then bribing higher-ups in the police force, Ajay's encounter with Shakir must be swift.

The two prisoners struggled to be shoved into the police car, and Aijie climbed into the passenger seat.

Ron followed in his own car, a fact that didn't need to be kept secret from outsiders.

It was getting late outside, and the convoy headed straight for the vicinity of Bandra Beach.

It's less crowded there, making it a perfect spot for a chance encounter.

The journey, only a few kilometers long, takes only twenty minutes.

The surrounding area was a grassland with few pedestrians, and the Arabian Sea was in the distance.

Stanley and his partner were dragged out of the car, struggling and twisting their bodies.

Several police officers pointed and discussed where to place the prisoner and from where they would fire.

To rehearse murder is a bit absurd.

"Stay here and don't wander off. Bullets don't have eyes." Aijie gestured for Ron not to get too close.

"Are you sure this is okay?"

“Sometimes you have to do this. Our justice system is biased towards criminals, which makes them feel emboldened, but it’s very discouraging for the police.”

A hitman from the Daoud gang was arrested for murder, but the case was not tried until four years later.

The witness was threatened by the gang and changed their testimony. You watch as the murderer is acquitted and goes out to harm society again.

The court not only found him guilty but also granted him bail.

Ron knew this all too well; just before they set off, Stanley was clamoring to pay bail.

In other police departments, these killers with blood on their hands would probably be released without charge.

What they are really afraid of is not being caught, but being bumped into.

To put it bluntly, the "chance encounter" is purely a helpless act after the loss of public trust in the judiciary.

Of the gang members arrested by Ai Jie over the years, the probability of being convicted is no more than 10%.

Inmates with influence can afford bail or hire good lawyers and don't have to spend a single day in jail.

This was extremely frustrating for the selfless Aijie.

He knew that "chance encounters" were not in accordance with procedure, but in a place like Mumbai, a simple and brutal pest control officer was needed.

Yes, the police officers who are encountered by chance are pest control officers.

Sarasga is a pest expert and one of Ajay's most capable gunmen.

He arrived a little late because he had just gotten rid of a troublesome matter.

However, as soon as he arrived, someone handed him two boxes of milk candy, which were celebratory milk candy.

Saraska was acquitted a couple of days ago in a case involving a chance encounter with gang members, which was somewhat unexpected.

The gang member had planned to escape Mumbai, and he had his older brother, sister-in-law, older sister, and younger brother all get into the car together.

Their car was stopped at an intersection by Sarasga and his men, and the family was forced to get out.

The gang member's sister knew what was going to happen; she threw herself to the ground and begged the police, "Don't kill him."

Sarasga ordered her men to separate the siblings and shot the gang member in front of his family.

His family testified and accused Saraska of disregarding human life.

But the family eventually dropped the case because Sarasga threatened the sister: "You've already lost one brother, do you want the remaining one to lose his life too?"
So the brother, sister, and sister-in-law of the person they encountered changed their stories, and four identical new testimonies were presented to the court: what we said before was not true, and what we saw before was not true either.

This is Mumbai, where justice has vanished.

The other officers present all came over to shake Sarasga's hand and congratulate him: "Congratulations!"

One of them even said in Marathi, "Soon, you can start killing again."

Sarasga listened to the blessings with a smile. As a well-known pest expert in Mumbai, he looked very kind and like a respectable engineer.

"Is there a problem?" Aijie came over and asked him.

“No problem, anytime.” Saraska nodded.

He unzipped a black leather bag from his waist, revealing a six-shot revolver with a brown handle and engravings of Norse deities.

The barrel is made of high-strength steel, and the gun is marked with the "Titan Tiger" logo. Below it are the markings for the .38 caliber and the gun's place of origin: Miami, Florida.

The guns I encountered were all specially made, and even the bullets were specially registered.

Stanley trembled with fear as he watched Saraska walk past.

"I have children, sir, please spare my life. I'll do anything you say, I can be your informant, really, anything."

Saraska raised her gun and aimed.

(End of this chapter)