I am a master in India

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Satish was short, with stubble, wearing a plaid shirt and jeans, and amulets and rings on his hands. He was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a sturdy build, handsome face, and bright, piercing eyes.

His habitual action is to kiss the amulet on his finger, and he prays to the amulet before each mission.

All gang members are God-worshippers; they are constantly aware that they are committing crimes, and therefore entrust their lives to God.

For them, God is the ultimate "Big Brother".

Satish was originally Rajan's man. Rajan Jr. sent him two pistols, one to Satish and the other to his Sikh friend.

At first, they just played with the guns or used them to threaten others.

One day, Satish's girlfriend took him to a temple and tied a red string around his right wrist to ward off evil spirits, saying to him as she did so, "Do no evil."

The next day, Rajan ordered them to eliminate a herdsman involved in the bombing. The target was a man in his early thirties who no longer worked for the gang and now devoted himself to good deeds, regularly visiting the Qingzheng Temple for prayers.

When Satish went to kill him, he saw anger and fear in his eyes.

Satish raised his right hand and saw the red string on his wrist, remembering his girlfriend's words.
So he switched to firing with his left hand, but he wasn't used to it, and the bullet missed, hitting his calf. He turned and ran.

Satish felt a sliver of sympathy for him; he was just a minor figure in the bombing. If he were truly to be dealt with, Satish would surely beg for mercy on his knees. But Satish hesitated.

The herdsman ran all the way into his house, and Satish stopped hitting him for fear of hurting his child.

But the gunshots did awaken something within Satish; he fired shots into the air as he walked, and people fled from his side.

The mission failed, and the orders from above became even more urgent: the herders involved in the bombing must be executed.

The four men, including Satish, were forced to launch a second assassination attempt.

They waited at a crowded bus stop, armed with precision weapons: 9mm Glock rifles, Mauser rifles, .38 caliber revolvers, and semi-automatic pistols.

The four men set up coordinates on the map, with one man standing guard beside the target while the others kept an eye on the retreat route.

They concealed their weapons inside plastic shopping bags, took their positions, and signaled to their comrades next to the target.

His comrade shot the man in the head, and Satish and his men fired several more shots to make sure he was dead before fleeing the scene.

Someone was accidentally hit by a stray bullet. Satish stood there for a few seconds and saw blood everywhere. The man's head had exploded, and his blood was still boiling, like water boiling on a gas stove.

Since then, Satish has embarked on his career as an assassin.

He became cold-blooded, unmoved by even the most gruesome scenes. Satish believes this is related to his childhood experiences.

When he was seven years old and had just started elementary school, he watched his mother being burned alive, but he still ate chocolate the next day.

His father, a high-ranking tax official, claimed that his wife died by self-immolation, while the police considered him a prime suspect.

He was subsequently suspended from his post, imprisoned, and sentenced to life imprisonment. Years later, after numerous appeals, he was finally acquitted by the High Court and released on the spot.

Satish, who was left unattended, attended an English school in Antares. He did well in school, consistently ranking in the top ten of his class.

But the unpleasant things that happened at home led him to associate with the school's troublemakers and cause trouble constantly.

He once urinated in front of the blackboard and was suspended from school as punishment. His family tried to persuade him, but to no avail.

Satish started dating, but he was short of money. To solve this, he and his gangster friends resorted to pickpocketing, car theft, and even outright robbery.

Sometimes thefts don't go smoothly, and they end up getting beaten up instead. If they had guns, things would be different, Satish thought.

Later, he actually managed to get a pistol from a friend in Uttar Pradesh. Satish would often look in the mirror and proudly strut around with the gun tucked in his sleeve.

As time went on, he grew increasingly eager to fire a shot and try it out.

When Satish looks back, he may not remember what kind of people he associated with, but he will certainly remember what kind of guns he used.

At different stages of his adult life, like other men who find it hard to forget the women they've been with, he could list every gun he'd ever carried on his waist.

He was in the arms business at the time of the bombing, and he was arrested by the police because of it.

In his cell, the police beat and shocked his accomplices in front of him. Satish was terrified and desperately recited a spell that a herdsman friend had taught him.

In the end, he was indeed acquitted, and from then on his faith began to lean towards Allah.

After his release from prison, he returned to the countryside of Mabang at the urging of his family, where his grandfather lived in an old house.

Grandpa was a very strict man, and he made Satish do farm work. Satish carried the plow and worked hard every day, but he still couldn't get enough to eat.

He finally fell ill, but his grandfather refused to buy him medicine. His brother wrote to him again, saying that he had fallen seriously ill while traveling and was staying at a small hotel, and wanted to see him immediately.

Satish asked his cousin for travel and medical expenses, but was refused.

That feeling was truly bittersweet.

He never had to worry about money when he worked for the underworld, and he lived an honest life, yet he only deserved to be penniless.

So he decisively ran back to Mumbai.

Satish found a job at an air freight company in Mumbai, which made a considerable profit from smuggling.

When Satish received his first month's salary, he bought his father a watch, and he still remembers how happy his father looked.

Later, Satish had a falling out with his boss and switched jobs to work at his cousin's logistics company.

He had to throw the goods out the window before the train pulled into Mumbai's city tax station, then jump off the still-moving train, clutching the smuggled goods, and slip into Mumbai right under the tax collectors' noses.

One day he made a mistake. He asked the passenger next to him to push his package out the window. As a result, the package, which contained imported saris and machine parts, fell under the train and was crushed.

Not only did Satish not receive any commission, he also had to lose money, and after a falling out with his cousin, he resigned again.

Later, an old friend contacted Satish. This man had recently been released from prison and had made many acquaintances with gangsters while incarcerated.

Satish joined Rajan's ranks at his urging, by which time Rajan had already fallen out with Daoud.

He began his first murder, unafraid; the sound of the bullet would dispel his fear. After the first bullet left the barrel, his mind was clear; the real show was about to begin.

Satish was "outstanding" during Rajan's time: he committed two murders, five attempted murders, and a series of aiding and abetting murders.

Two months ago, he switched to working for the Daoud gang and has already carried out thirteen missions in just a few weeks.

With his exceptional killing efficiency, he quickly rose to become Daoud Gang's number one assassin.

Satish joined Daoud's gang for a simple reason: besides the incantation, they offered higher pay and better weapons.

Hitmen typically have two passions: women and guns.

There's a thrill in the instant a bullet flies, and that thrill becomes even stronger when you see your target fall.

He enjoyed the thrill of it, and when he received the order from his superiors to seize territory in southern Mumbai, he rushed there faster than anyone else.

He didn't care about Hadhan's illustrious reputation at all; it was just a matter of a single bullet.

Speaking of guns, Satish, who had just finished showering, became slightly excited.

That evening he was going to the western dock to collect a batch of goods: Beretta pistols imported from abroad, which were very exquisite.

Satish liked the sound of pistols; there was something unique about the sound.

The sound of an AK-47 or other precision weapons does not have this quality, just as famous singers have different timbres.

Satish preferred pistols to fully automatic rifles.

After taking a shower, he called a few of his partners, and they took a tuk-tuk to the western dock.

The back seat of the tricycle can accommodate eight people sitting facing each other, while the front seat can accommodate three to four people, depending on the driver's preference.

Traffic was a bit congested, but Satish ordered the driver to speed up.

Whether it's a cart, a person, or an ox, everything is an obstacle in Satish's eyes. He keeps telling the driver, "Don't be afraid, overtake him, and push him aside."

He never knew what it meant to back down; he was inherently reckless.

As evening fell, Satish and his men knocked on the wooden door of a warehouse by the dock.

The door creaked open, revealing Kalmar inside.

"Big brother!" Satish bowed respectfully.

Kalmar is the treasurer of the Daoud gang; the assassins' salaries, operating expenses, and weapons all go through him.

"Come in, but don't flaunt it like that, the police are after you."

“Brother, they just want to squeeze some money out of you,” Satish said dismissively.

"The goods are in the box, please check them."

“Okay!” Satish led his men into the house.

The warehouse's wooden door closed, the last rays of the setting sun gradually sank into the sea, and the dock was shrouded in shadow.

There were figures moving in the distance. They approached cautiously, hiding their bodies under the eaves.

The leader was Johnny. The New Federation had been keeping an eye on Satish for a long time, and today they finally got the chance for him to leave Malpudan.

He was on the Federation's kill list, and several of the gang's best members had fallen victim to his gun.

Johnny personally led the team; he was Had Khan's top henchman and a skilled fighter.

Sanjay carefully scanned the area around the warehouse, then gestured to Johnny and made a smear around his neck.

His eyes were filled with desire, the desire to kill.

Johnny sighed inwardly. Today's operation was also organized under Sanjay's insistence.

Since Hadhan’s death, the Federation has become less stable, even though he has purged dissidents.

The Walidara gang, led by Chuha, made their fortune through white powder and videotapes, which greatly irritated the leaders of the Federation.

Johnny knew that the rules left by Had Khan wouldn't last long.

Chu Ha's model is the path that all gangs will have to take in the future; it's an inevitable trend.

Poison, women, videotapes—there's so much profit in them.

If money is piled up high enough, it becomes something like a political party: it brings just as many benefits as it brings harm.

It concentrates too much power in the hands of too few people, and the closer people get to money, the more corrupt it becomes.

If Johnny disagrees with Sanjay's approach, someone else will make the decision for him.

Fate always presents us with two paths: the path we are meant to take, and the path we actually take.

He intended to wait, for Ron and the newly appointed police superintendent to take action.

but.
Under Sanjay's eager gaze, Johnny finally nodded.

The men behind them took pistols from their waists, while others gripped daggers, and crept stealthily toward the warehouse.

There was a lookout at each of the two corners of the house. Taking advantage of the shadows in the alley, the members of the Federation went around to the back and easily took them out.

Johnny made a few hand gestures, and the group nodded slightly to the left and right to indicate their agreement, and then they began to take action.

(End of this chapter)