I am a master in India

Chapter 302 A tragic victory
There is an alley in front of and behind the warehouse. One alley leads to the main street, while the other alley goes around a corner and leads to other houses in the neighborhood.

Johnny assigned a guard to each alleyway, and he only had eight or nine men with him.

Too many would easily attract the attention of other forces, especially during gang warfare.

The warehouse was small, had no windows, and only two doors, one at the front and one at the back, for entry and exit.

He gestured, and two people stood at the front and back doors respectively.

If Johnny and his group go inside and someone escapes, the people at the door will be responsible for cleaning up the mess.

"Remember, once you're inside, kill them without mercy, and finish the job quickly," Johnny said, looking them straight in the eye.

"Yes."

Johnny nodded, then closed his eyes and prayed silently.

When he looked up again, his expression was resolute, his eyes burning with rage and radiating a ferocious murderous aura that he had always wanted to avoid.

The alley was so dark that you had to strain your eyes to see.

Johnny hunched his shoulders, like a leopard stalking its prey, and moved quietly to the door.

Sanjay led his men to the back door, and both sides will attack simultaneously.

A faint whistle rang out, and Johnny flung open the door and darted inside, like a bird swooping down and flashing past.

Thud! Thud! The soft, muffled sounds didn't travel far in the darkness.

Johnny dispatched the two figures in front of him almost instantly, without even having time to identify who they were.

Just as he moved his gun to find his next target, a huge fist came from the side.

He was wearing a ring or a brass knuckle on that hand, and Johnny felt the hard metal cutting into his bone.

He felt the pain, and the gun was knocked from his hand.

He was a burly man, almost as big as Johnny.

He didn't say a word, but continued to throw punches at a very fast speed.

Johnny raised his hand to block, and the enormous impact sent his back slamming against the door.

There was a body at his feet, which had tripped over him.

In the dim light, someone fired two shots, and Johnny saw a flash.

Suddenly the door behind him opened, and he looked over to see several men colliding with the person who rushed in.

The man fired three more shots, and Johnny rolled over and crawled out from under the strong man's feet.

He saw a small knife right in front of him, gleaming on the ground in the open doorway.

Johnny grabbed the knife, but before he could get up, the man who had just tripped him suddenly grabbed his ankle.

He tried to crawl over Johnny's body, out the door, and call for help.

Without thinking, Johnny swung the knife backward and cut off the man's finger, who screamed.

It's amazing how a little bit of someone else's blood, or even a lot of blood, can greatly increase your arm strength and make your painful wounds feel painless due to the secretion of adrenaline.

Johnny was furious and full of energy. He suddenly flipped the burly man who was riding over.

He turned his head and saw Sanjay wrestling with the two men.

There were people lying on the floor of the room. He couldn't count how many there were, but it was far more than the four or five people who had been with Satish before.

The sounds of gunfire—crackling, clattering, and banging—came from all around, from above, and from other corners of the room.

They seemed to enter the warehouse from several places at the same time, making it impossible to tell who was who, and shouts and screams came from all around.

Johnny smelled urine, feces, and blood in the room, and someone had an abdominal injury.

Johnny hoped it wasn't him; he patted his stomach with his left hand, searching for the wound.

Johnny was certain the burly man had been shot, because the strength in his grip on his neck was rapidly waning.

Sanjay and the two men fought fiercely, throwing, gouging out eyes, and biting each other.

Johnny struggled; the raid had taken an unexpected turn, and they had to finish it quickly.

The burly man held him tightly, like pulling a turtle caught in a net.

Johnny thrust his knife into his back, and the burly man roared and punched him in the chest.

The blow made Johnny curl up and roll to the side. The burly man suddenly crawled over him and used Johnny's body as a fulcrum to barely stand up.

He seemed to want to protect someone, right by the back door, where Sanjay and the others were fighting.

Johnny was furious; this unexpected opponent had kept him occupied for far too long.

As the burly man staggered to his feet, he suddenly leaped up and landed on his back. He grabbed the man's head with his left hand and plunged the knife in his right hand into his throat.

Johnny felt the bone beneath the knife vibrate, and the tip of the knife was jolted to the side.

He was really strong, and his neck was really stiff. Johnny was hanging on his back, being dragged a couple more steps before his body went limp and he collapsed.

A dull thud resounded, making the floor tremble.

Johnny fell onto him, looked up, and saw that there weren't many people left standing in the room.

Sanjay slumped in the doorway, his fingers stuck in one man's eyes. The man's head was tilted back, resting on Sanjay's knees, his chin drooping, his neck crackling like a lit fuse.

Someone pulled Johnny from behind, lifting him up. Johnny instinctively prepared to swing his knife, but was held down by someone's hands.

“It’s me,” came Gani’s voice. He was in charge of the black market for foreign exchange.

Johnny breathed a sigh of relief; he knew they were safe.

"Hurry!" he said urgently, his voice sounding too soft after the recent roars and bloody battle.

“I need a gun,” Johnny said in a low, muffled voice.

“No, it’s over,” Gani gasped.

"Where is Satish?" Johnny hadn't seen the number one killer during the entire fight.

“Dead.” Gani pointed to the ground.

Satish lay there, blood on his head, a Beretta pistol clutched in his hand. At his feet lay three other members of the Federation.

He was the one who fired the shots inside the house earlier, and he was the first to retaliate after Johnny rushed in. However, as the main target for the night, Satish was also the focus of the Federation's concentrated fire.

There was blood on his shirt and trousers; many bullets had entered his body.

"Damn it!" Johnny felt it was a waste; they had lost several more men this time.

Those were all old brothers in the federation; every one of them who dies is one less to lose.

"Is Nagil here?" Johnny looked around.

"He is busy."

The screams inside the house came to an abrupt halt, like night enveloping a silent lake, and the birds fell silent one by one.

This is Najib's cleanup operation, leaving no survivors.

How is Sanjay?

"He's not doing well."

Johnny looked up and only then did he notice that Sanjay was slumped motionless in the doorway.

He got up, went to the doorway, squatted down, and removed the man with the broken neck from Sanjay's knees.

A dagger was plunged into Sanjay's abdomen. His face was pale, and his eyes held a complex expression.

"It's careless."

"Hey buddy, listen to me, hang in there, we'll get you to the hospital right away."

"I didn't hear any whistles. I only realized you were fighting after the gunshots rang out inside."

"Stop talking about that, can't we stand? We need to leave immediately."

"Leave me alone"

"Johnny," Gani suddenly called from behind him, "there!"

Those inside the room looked over and saw a head looming beneath a wooden desk.

"Come out!" Gani pointed his gun at him.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" A slightly cunning face slowly crawled out from under the table.

"Kamal?" everyone exclaimed.

Daoud's treasurer is someone people in the underworld naturally recognize.

Johnny suddenly realized why there were so many more people in the warehouse than expected, and that burly man must be Kamal's bodyguards.

If it were just Satish and his four or five men, the battle would have ended long ago, and they wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses.

Gani pulled the bolt, remembering tonight's objective: leave no survivors.

“No! I know Mr. Sue! I helped him!” Kamal shouted.

"Wait!" Johnny raised his hand to signal to Gani.

“You said you know Mr. Sue?” Johnny came to his side.

“Yes, you can call him, I’m not lying! I can also compensate you, Daoud will bail me out.”

Kamal is a shrewd businessman, not a street brawler.

To protect himself, he's now willing to agree to any conditions.

"Take him away!" Johnny decided to spare his life for the time being.

The surviving members of the Federation had already cleaned up the scene. The three fallen soldiers were carried on their comrades' shoulders, and Sanjay was also carried out of the warehouse by two men.

He was seriously injured, and it was uncertain whether he would even make it to the hospital.

They left through the back door and rushed all the way to the car waiting at the end of the alley.

Johnny's eyes were filled with sorrow. They had won and achieved their goal, but it was a Pyrrhic victory.

Daoud suffered heavy losses, and the Federation also lost many men.

He didn't know if it was worth it; he was more worried about the lurking Rajan gang.

Perhaps he should consolidate his power and wait for the new police superintendent to make his move.

But there were too many voices of revenge within the gang; they wanted to use Satish to establish their authority and warn other forces that were stirring up trouble in the surrounding area.

After Hadhan's departure, too many people set their sights on the Federation, and even someone like Chuha, who used to be a nobody, started to have conflicts with them.

Tonight's victory is exactly what the federation desperately needs; it will scare away many people and prevent internal disintegration.

Johnny was lost in thought, his head leaning back in his chair. The night, that tunnel of light that united blood and fire, followed them past the window.

Their fists slowly and lonely loosened, freeing their hands, which were covered in scratches just like their bodies and minds.

It has always been so, and it will always be so: after every gang war, anger softens into sorrow.

Just an hour ago, they were all alive and kicking, but now three and a half are gone.

The gunfight that took place at the dock warehouse did not attract the city's attention.

After visiting Ajay, Ron focused his attention on Sun TV.

They have reached an agreement with Pan Am Satellite and have been busy migrating channels for the past month or two.

The hardware is now ready, and we can start broadcasting on time in October, which is next week.

Two episodes of "Celebrity Culinary Competition" have already been recorded, and they are just waiting for the pre-release publicity to end before they can be served to the audience.

Ron and his team invested a total of 5 million rupees in all the trouble they had with the TV station.

Of course, this money didn't come from his own pocket; it was a loan taken out in the name of Sun Entertainment.

Bollywood-type companies are generally not favored by banks, but things become much easier as long as his name is among the shareholders.

He was adept at using bank money to do business.

Good news kept coming, but so did bad news.

Vinod from Dubai called him because there were some problems with the import procedures in the Persian Gulf.

(End of this chapter)