I am a master in India

Chapter 252 Armistice
"Is this the army?" Ron instinctively lowered his voice.

“No, it’s the state’s armed police force.” Ratan stared intently down below.

The convoy that had come from afar was extremely arrogant; they sped along while firing, seemingly warning both sides not to act rashly.

One unlucky guy was accidentally hit by a heavy machine gun, and his entire body exploded, with his arms, legs, and torso flying everywhere.

This terrifying scene instantly terrified the mob.

They scattered and fled, yelling, ignoring even the commands coming from the microphones on the armored convoy.

Kalin and Tiraka realized something was wrong, quickly jumped into the car, and drove off.

“Let’s go too!” Ron immediately retreated down the hill.

Are you kidding me? This is the armed forces, not children playing house.

"Damn, this is so exciting." Ratan kept looking back.

The state's armed police were scattered, chasing down gangsters, and no one noticed them here.

"Why would the state's armed police force be deployed?" Ron's heart was pounding.

"Who knows, maybe it's because this operation was too large!"

"Has there ever been a firefight of this scale in Uttar Pradesh before?"

"No, this is a major battle involving five or six hundred people! Even the anti-government forces don't have that many people."

"Damn it, violence is really dangerous." Ron couldn't help but swear.

This is why he has consistently refrained from using violent means; India, after all, is a unified country.

No matter how many internal differences there are, or how many languages ​​and cultures there are, unity is unity.

This is true at least in the military and government; at times, it can reflect the will of the state.

This is just the state police armed forces. So-called overlords and gang leaders are like clay chickens and earthen dogs in front of it, collapsing very quickly.

We need to think about this more carefully in the future; these little arms and legs of ours are too fragile to withstand much damage.

"Ron, what should we do next?" Ratan hadn't had a chance to enjoy himself and was still feeling resentful.

"Behave yourself for a while, that Yadav is probably about to explode."

Who can mobilize the armed forces in Uttar Pradesh? The Chief Minister, of course.

Sure enough, not long after Ron returned to the cement plant, he received a call from Lucknow.

The assistant minister spoke in a rather unfriendly tone, and in short, told Ron to go to Lucknow immediately.

The news of the war between the Tripati family and Tiraka finally alarmed Yadav.

Ron knew without guessing that Yadav had sent him there for this very reason.

The meeting did not take place at Yadav's private residence, but at his Chief Minister's office.

He was dressed in traditional Indian kurta attire and wore a Gandhi-style boat hat, looking very formal.

When Ron arrived, Kalin and Tiraka were already sitting there, and neither of them looked too good.

Especially Karin Tripatty, who is in his forties with a thick beard and looks quite dignified.

But that predatory gaze shattered that air of elegance.

He had clearly learned of the destruction of the family's arsenal and was now furious.

That was one of the Tripati family's most profitable businesses, and now it's been completely turned upside down.

Unfortunately, he still couldn't determine who the murderer was, because there was no survivor in the factory, and he couldn't even find any witnesses nearby.

But that doesn't matter; the ones who did it were either Tiraka or the Varanasi from the north.

Besides those two families, Kalin couldn't think of anyone else.

Perhaps it was a diversionary tactic by Tiragh, or perhaps the Varanasi took advantage of the situation to invade.

However, Ron is the prime suspect because he wasn't present during the fight.

So when Ron walked into the office, Carlin stared intently at him.

"Are the Varanasi people only capable of sneak attacks?"

“What did you say? I don’t understand.” Ron frowned.

He acted very well, perfectly capturing the displeasure and confusion.

Nobody knows about this, and we absolutely cannot admit it.

Since you have no evidence, you can guess whatever you want.

He ignored Kalin and instead greeted everyone with a smile and a gesture of wai (hands pressed together in prayer), seemingly oblivious to the somber atmosphere.

What does gang warfare have to do with him? He's just a nobody.

Kalin couldn't say it outright because the business of the military factory was shady and a serious crime.

But he was not satisfied and set his sights on Tiraka.

However, before he could speak, Yadav surveyed the crowd with an unfriendly gaze.

"Are you trying to turn the East upside down?"

When no one speaks, the best response is silence.

"While other places are busy harvesting sugarcane and mangoes, you're putting on a gunfight performance in the fields?"

"Mr. Minister."

"Shut up!"

Tiraka had barely opened her mouth when Yadav retorted.

"First there was the gunfight in Changudali, then the shootout in Sonbadra. If the police hadn't intervened, would you have been preparing to attack Lucknow tomorrow?"

Yadav picked up a stack of newspapers and slammed them down in front of the group.

"Look, the newspapers are full of news about your gunfight, and they're even calling from New Delhi."

This is what truly angered Yadav; Uttar Pradesh had made a fool of itself this time, and the rule of the Socialist Party had been tarnished.

"Didn't I tell you? I don't want violence! Next month, when the people from New Delhi come to inspect, anyone who causes trouble again will be turned into a flagpole and hung outside!"

After venting his frustrations, Yadav finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Cease hostilities immediately!" He looked at the group, forcing them to make a statement.

Tiraka shook her head in agreement.

Although Kalin was extremely unwilling, he nodded in agreement.

Finally, it was Ron's turn, and he shrugged innocently.

“I am a businessman and prefer cooperation to fighting. I wholeheartedly agree with the Minister’s proposal, but I have a small request.”

"What do you mean?" Yadav snorted.

“I need to transport coal from Sumbadra and cement through Mirzapur; my goods must be able to pass through both places without hindrance.”

“No problem, it’s a reasonable request.” Yadav agreed on his behalf.

"And you two?" He turned to look at the other two.

Kalin seemed to want to say something, but ultimately remained silent. Tiraka, on the other hand, was somewhat gloating; he had suffered no loss and had even gotten his revenge.

The longer it drags on, the more advantageous it will be for him.

However, he looked at Ron with more wariness than before, and this "ally" did not appear at all.

The arrival of the armed police force makes it hard not to suspect whether there is some connection between them.

“Minister, may I go now?” Kalin asked, pressing his palms together.

Yadav shook his head, and the others stood up on their own.

"Sur, stay here for a moment."

Ron paused, then sat down again under the knowing glances of the other two.

“Have you forgotten what I told you? No deaths, no news!” Yadav stared at him.

“This is a war between Tripati and Tiraka,” Ron said, shrugging.

“I don’t know what you did in all this, but I know you were definitely involved!” Yadav said with absolute certainty.

He is the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh, the leader of the Socialist Party, and has extensive experience in political struggle.

Some things don't need evidence; intuition alone is enough.

“I don’t have the energy for that, because someone’s been causing trouble for the cement plant lately.” Ron looked at him. “He wants to ruin my factory, but he won’t succeed, because I’ll make him pay dearly!”

"So what?" Yadav asked calmly.

"Mr. Minister, let me reiterate, I'm a businessman. If you're not satisfied with the price, we can discuss it further. How about 20%?"

"All infrastructure projects in Uttar Pradesh."

"make a deal!"

"Regarding the Kampur Highway we discussed last time, my assistant will provide you with the bidding details."

"It's a pleasure doing business with you." This time Ron smiled.

Having accomplished his task, he rose to take his leave, and the office became quiet.

"They're all complete bastards!" Yadav cursed under his breath.

He was short of money and wanted to buy a helicopter to use in the next election.

These things can only be imported, and they are very expensive. Commercial helicopters with five to seven seats usually cost close to ten million US dollars.

That's an astronomical sum of 3 million rupees, which he can't possibly afford at his current rate of corruption.

So when Kalin approached him, offering the cement factory's 20% commission as leverage, he was tempted.

A one-time benefit is never as appealing as a hen that lays golden eggs.

He didn't fully agree to Kalin's demands, but he did agree not to interfere in the competition in Mirzabul, on the condition that no violence be used.

He is a politician who naturally abhors violence and hopes to maintain a pure and innocent image before the next election.

Unfortunately, Kalin was a disappointment. Before he could even settle things at the Suer Cement Plant, he turned around and started fighting a fierce battle with Tiraka of Sonbadra.

Seeing that things were about to get out of control, Yadav had no choice but to use his armed forces to intervene.

He was unwilling to do this unless absolutely necessary, because mobilizing the state police force would require explanation to New Delhi and the media.

It's very troublesome, and the opposition could easily seize on this as a pretext to attack his inability to govern Uttar Pradesh.

The public is also very sensitive to this kind of thing and will question the effectiveness of Uttar Pradesh's security management.

Kalin disappointed him, so Yadav didn't hesitate to abandon him and renew his agreement with Ron.

The 20% bid price for Uttar Pradesh government projects is slightly lower than the 20% equity stake, but it's still acceptable.

Business is politics, and politics is business; both are the art of compromise.

Ron returned to the cement plant and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"How's it going, bro?" Ratan leaned closer.

"The result was pretty good."

"Were Kalin and Tiraka killed?" His eyes lit up.

"What are you thinking about?" Ron asked, both amused and exasperated.

"Those were armed forces! Why didn't we just use heavy machine guns to wipe them all out back then?"

"Yadav went to stop violence, not to create it."

"What a joke! If there were no violence in Uttar Pradesh, could it still be called Uttar Pradesh?"

“People from New Delhi will be coming to inspect next month,” Ron explained.

"Oh, no wonder, it turns out Yadav was just trying to put on a show."

"In short, we should keep a low profile. You saw the armed forces yesterday."

Ron is still shaken by the experience; compared to that, gang shootouts are like child's play.

The most powerful violent organizations will always remain in the hands of the government. Do not overstep the boundaries; yesterday's events serve as a warning.

"Of course I know. Next time, we need to be quick, accurate, and ruthless, not giving the armed forces a chance to act." Ratan clenched his fist tightly.

"Is this all the experience you've come up with?" Ron was dumbfounded.

"Tiraka is useless, and so is Kalin. They're dragging their feet on starting a full-scale war."

“Brother, promise me. You have to talk to me first before you lay a hand on anyone,” Ron made him promise.

"Okay, okay, you're smarter than me."

For some reason, after yesterday's battle, Ratan suddenly became very confident.

As for the reason, it's because he found out the details about Kalin and Tiraka.

If the armed forces hadn't been deployed, he might have wiped out everyone yesterday.

"Kalin suffered a great loss this time, and I wonder if he will become more obedient in the future."

"On the contrary, he and Tiraka are now locked in a life-or-death struggle."

Ron knew this all too well, and this time he was forcibly stopped by Yadav, but Kalin was absolutely unwilling to give up.

Ron had a feeling that things would come to an end between him and Tiraka.

As he expected, Carlin, who answered the call from the manor, unusually lost his temper.

He pointed his gun at the portrait of Tiraka and fired at it for a full minute.

“Son, you are still young. You should give the Tripati family another heir as soon as possible.” Without him noticing, Poggi, who was in a wheelchair, appeared behind him.

"Understood, Baoji," Karin said in a low voice.

Have another heir? Do you think he doesn't want to?
This King of Mirzabul is a tyrant in the eyes of outsiders, but what about within?

Well, Kalin is actually a quick shooter, a fast one.

His new wife, Pina, is the most qualified to speak on this matter.

(End of this chapter)