I am a master in India

Chapter 250 Finishing Shot
Ram fled upstairs, burst open the door of a familiar room, and heard a girl screaming inside.

He covered the girl's mouth and pinned her against the wall.

The door to the room closed, and the room became quiet.

Ram gasped for breath as he peered through the crack in the door, his chest heaving violently.

Beside the bed, another girl was clutching her head in fear, sobbing softly, her eyes pleading.

"Shut up!" Ram glared at her fiercely.

The sisters dared not resist; they could only cover their mouths and shrug their shoulders slightly.

The male gunman who ran upstairs looked around in the corridor, and finally his gaze settled on a door with a beaded curtain that was swaying incessantly.

He pointed his gun at the wooden door and then pulled the trigger.

boom! boom! boom.
The sound of shattering glass and a girl's screams came from inside the house. As soon as the gunfire stopped, he immediately kicked open the wooden door.

As a result, a girl was pushed out and bumped right into the male gunman.

He pushed aside the figure in front of him and raised his gun.

Too late.

Ram was already aiming at him from inside the door, bang!

The man was shot and fell to the ground. In his death throes, he fired several more shots haphazardly.

Ram let out a painful groan, then without further hesitation, emptied the magazine.

He originally wanted to keep someone alive to find out who the mastermind was.

Unexpectedly, the gunman was so murderous that he was willing to fight back at the cost of his life.

This is unusual, as most gunmen in gangs are all bark and no bite, and quite incompetent.

Letting them hide behind cover and fire their guns is fine, but expecting them to fight to the death is absolutely impossible.

Even the Indian army doesn't have this kind of quality, let alone these street thugs.

None of the gunmen who ambushed Ram escaped; they all died in battle.

They are more like a group of suicide squad members, determined to achieve their goal.

Ram paid the price for his hesitation; he was shot in the thigh.

He wanted the girl to help him up, only to find that she had already fallen and died in the chaos of the battle.

"Bastard!" Ram spat.

He had to get out of there quickly; both the local police and the local gangs were extremely dangerous for him right now.

Ram was about to push himself up when he suddenly stopped; two shadows appeared in front of him.

Without any hesitation, he immediately raised his gun.

boom!
The gun went off, just a little too early.

The gun in Ram's hand fell to the ground with a thud, and blood gushed from his shoulder; the wound was deep.

"Who are you?" he asked, squinting as he faced the setting sun.

The newcomer did not speak, but instead raised his gun.

"Brother Anil, let me do it."

The tall figure paused, then moved aside slightly.

In the blinding sunset, another slightly thin figure stepped forward and squatted down.

Ram stared at him blankly, feeling that he looked somewhat familiar.

He didn't know the other person's name, but they must have met somewhere before.

Muna picked up the gun from the ground, the gun that the gunman had left behind.

Click, he pulled the bolt.

Ram chuckled. He didn't beg for mercy; he just stared at that face.

Muna raised his pistol and pointed it at his right eye.

"Country rat" Ram finally remembered.

He had seen that face before, that face of a lowly, insignificant person.

"Brother, happy wedding!"

boom!
Ram's eyeballs burst open, black blood gushing out and spreading grotesquely across half of his face.

Muna stood up, threw away the gun, and stood silently beside Anil.

Anil glanced at him, then turned and left, with Muna following.

That evening, the two returned to their estate near the cement factory to await their fate, where Ron and Ratan were waiting for them.

"Has everything been dealt with?"

“No survivors,” Anil nodded.

Ron then turned his gaze to Muna, who seemed distracted and still reeling from the gunshot.

“Muna”.

"It's the master."

"Go back and have a good rest."

“Thank you, Master.” Muna came over and touched his feet in a gesture of respect.

This trip to Changwudali was at Muna's own insistence.

He was clever enough to deduce the next plan from the few words Ron and Ratan exchanged.

So he stepped forward and asked Ron to send him to Changudali.

He had never killed anyone or hurt anyone, but this time was an exception.

His relative, his only close relative, his brother, fell right before his eyes.

He couldn't forget it; countless nightmares only intensified the thought.

Knowing about his ordeal, Ron finally agreed to Muna's request.

Of course, this task won't be left to him alone; Anil is the main force.

Ron knew that Tiraka of Sonradba would never let go of any possible opportunity.

He will definitely send people, not just to avenge his son.

Ram was the only son of the Tripati family, and with his death, the King of Mirzabul would have no heir.

A stable kingdom can become unstable internally.

This is the perfect opportunity for Tiraka to strike; he will bribe his subordinates who work for the Tripati family.

Then, they turned the tables, heading directly north to capture Mirzabul. This achieved multiple goals: revenge, territorial expansion, and settling a grudge of over twenty years.

Even knowing that the Suer family had ulterior motives, Tiraka couldn't resist the temptation.

He did indeed send people there, who had been waiting downstairs for the sisters for several days.

They waited for Ram to appear before seizing the opportunity to strike.

But Sunil and Muna arrived even earlier, and they even saw that Tiraka had sent a few people.

The two had only one task: to finish off the enemy.

Whose gun should be used to finish off the survivor? That all depends on who survives in the end.

It could be Tripathi or Tiraka.

In short, none of the people who had guns at the scene left alive.

Muna was very lucky; he got the chance to take revenge on his enemies.

An eye for an eye.

Ron and Ratan both breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the two leave.

"Brother, do you really think Tripati and Tiraka will go to war?"

“It was uncertain before, but with Ram dead, there is absolutely no possibility of reconciliation between them.”

Their best heirs have both died at each other's hands, creating a situation of irreconcilable enmity.

This cannot be kept secret any longer. In order to consolidate their rule, the Tripati family will inevitably launch a bloody revenge.

The fact that the two counties in the east, the only two counties with mineral resources, are at war with their respective underworld bosses is certainly a good thing for the Suer family.

With these powerful local bullies around, when will Ron's mining business ever be able to grow bigger?
He needs a stable East; at least Mirzabur and Sonbadra don't need a second voice.

"Who do you think will win?" Ratan was still considering starting the war.

“It doesn’t matter who wins,” Ron said calmly.

"Ok?"

"It's our turn to make a move on the last one."

"Wow, bro, you're really ruthless!" Ratan laughed.

"I think this is at least a good thing for the residents of both regions."

"Oh dear, you're thinking of paying them again. Dude, you're just too kind-hearted!"

“You’ll still have to lead the team then.” Ron patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, we'll make sure no one is left alive!"

If things go smoothly, there will be no more King Mirzabul, nor Tiraka of Sumbadra.

Once these two places are unified, the Sur family will become a significant force in the Uttar Pradesh.

Kalin received the call around 8 p.m. that evening, shortly after Anil and Muna returned to the estate.

Upon hearing the message from Changwudali, he didn't say a word and simply hung up the phone silently.

“Makob, go to Changwudali and bring Ram back.”

“Yes, boss.” Magob stepped back. He had heard it and knew that Mirzabul was about to face a bloodbath.

The sound of a wheelchair rolling over the wooden floor came from upstairs. Kalin looked up, her eyes trembling slightly.

"Baoji, Ram has been murdered."

The old man in the wheelchair moved his lips but didn't speak. He took off his glasses, rubbed them, and put them back on.

“People are no longer afraid of us; we need new fears for them to remember who is the ruler here.”

“I know,” Kalin nodded.

Magob drove overnight to Changudali, where he arrived to find Shabnan's men surrounding the area and guarding the scene.

As a local strongman in Changwudali, he received the information before the police.

Magob glanced at the corpses scattered all over the ground, then continued walking upstairs without stopping.

Ram had been laid flat on the ground and covered with a piece of yellow linen.

Magob squatted down, lifted the cloth, and his eyes paused almost imperceptibly.

"This is the assassin's gun. The bullet matches the gunshot wound on Ram's body." Shabnan handed over a pistol, an imported one.

“Do you know whose people they are?” Magob asked.

“Over there.” Shabnan tilted his head to the side.

The gunman was wearing a mask, which Magob casually ripped off. When he saw clearly what was inside, his breath caught in his throat.

That face...it looked familiar. Long ago, they had fought side by side, both working for the Tripati family.

“I will pass on your thanks to Kalimbay.” Magob waved his hand, signaling his men to take away the bodies, including the gunman.

After Magob left, Shabnan also withdrew his personnel from the area.

The police will come to clear the area; the gangsters will kill but not bury.

It was already dawn when they returned to the Tripati family estate.

Ram and the gunman's bodies lay in the hall, while Kalin sat motionless in a chair.

"If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have let him go in the first place." Baoji sighed, sitting in his wheelchair.

He regretted it; twenty years ago, it was he who ordered Tiraka to go.

After all, he was an adopted son he took in when he was a child, and out of consideration for their past relationship, he didn't kill him.

The kindness of the past has yielded bitter fruit today. For the first time, this once influential old man's eyes welled up with tears.

“Makob.” Karin, who was sitting, stood up.

"Boss."

"Gather all the personnel, distribute all the guns from the factory, and head to Sonbadra tomorrow."

“Yes!” Magob looked up at Baoji, then turned and went to make the arrangements.

The Tripati Estate, perched in the town of Mirzabul, seemed like a giant beast that had just awakened, beginning to stir.

One after another, figures emerged from the manor and dispersed in all directions.

Soon, lights came on in other parts of the town, accompanied by the barking of wolfhounds.

People were awakened by the loud banging on the door, but upon hearing the dense footsteps on the street, they silently swallowed the curses that were about to escape their lips.

Experienced elders know that this is the prelude to a major battle.

(End of this chapter)