I am a master in India

Chapter 306 Crime Topic
Ron visited Ajay's office again. It was bustling with activity, with people coming and going like schools of fish searching for food.

Gang wars erupting across Mumbai have severely impacted people's daily lives.

In particular, in the southern Mumbai region, the local upper class is deeply disgusted by the rampant crime, and the police consider the security problem there a top priority.

Aijie was already well-known, and people had high hopes for him after he took office.

Newspapers portrayed him as a savior, discussing his performance in investigating the bombings and touting him as the only person capable of solving Mumbai's crime problem.

Ron brought Mary and Karuna from the TV station with him this time, with the aim of gathering information to understand the true inner workings of gang warfare and interrogation procedures.

Sun TV can not only do special reports on gangsters, but also produce crime dramas or police films.

The Indian government's review process in this area is extremely lenient, so much so that even Hollywood in the West is astonished.

Ron has these resources; E.J. is his friend. There's no better way to get close to the inside story of crime.

He plans to make crime and suspense a flagship genre for SunTV, whether it's documentary reporting or thrilling action films.

As they entered, they encountered a police superintendent and his informant reporting the recent gunfight to Aijie.

Aijie nodded repeatedly, then scribbled on the map, issued various commands, roared from time to time, and kept asking questions until the informant swore an oath and gave a guarantee.

Gang warfare made him impatient with slow interrogations; wherever there was a gunfight, the police would immediately mobilize, and he would happen to be there on the spot.

Ron introduced the people around him to him, and Ajay shrugged noncommittally; he had never been a big fan of Bollywood.

Old Lars was stood up by these people, which led to him suffering a stroke and being bedridden for several months.

However, Mary was an old acquaintance, and he promised to send someone to be a criminal investigation consultant for the television station.

After exchanging pleasantries, Ron looked around his office.

"This place is like a front-line command post."

“Gang warfare is still warfare.” Aijie took a small sip of his coffee during a brief moment of free time.

There were maps on his desk and photos of gang leaders on the walls; Ron even spotted Johnny.

“I was just about to tell you about this, about the Daoud gang.” Before Ron could finish his sentence, the phone on Aiger’s desk rang.

He gestured for a moment, then picked up the phone and said a few words.

“There’s an important informant.” Aijie looked at him.

“That’s perfect. It’ll show them how police and informants deal with each other.” Ron gestured for the SunTV staff to take notes.

Aijie sent someone to bring the informant up. The door opened, and an unusually thin young man in his early twenties walked to Aijie's desk and bent down.

He looked anxious and mumbled something to himself, but Aijie just nodded and let him go.

After he left, Aiger told Ron and the others that the young man's name was Khan. He was a thief and a notorious playboy, nicknamed "Pretty Boy," and he had affairs with the wives of several gang leaders.

“I envy him,” Aijie joked.

"Watch out for Ritu," Ron laughed.

Ritu is Ajay's wife. She knows her husband is popular with women and often mentions it in his ear.

After chatting and laughing for a while, Aije told Ron that the informant, Khan, didn't have much time left.

The first time he was taken to the police station for theft, Aijie's men beat him severely until he started vomiting blood.

Khan told the officers who had used violence against him that he was in the late stages of AIDS, and the officers immediately reported this to Ajay.

"My first reaction was to have them clean up the bloodstains and disinfect the entire floor with Dettol."

Then Aijee had a conversation with Khan and persuaded him to become a police informant.

"Why would he agree? For the money?" Ron asked.

Aijie shook his head. "It's so I can come to the police station anytime."

"Just for this?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"Yes."

By becoming an informant, Khan could drive to Ajay's office at any time.

“It made him feel powerful.” Aiger was also generous to his informants, “I wouldn’t mind letting him live a little more freely in the last six months of his life.”

He gave Khan a phone card and his private phone number, which Khan could call anytime.

"What about his crimes? Did he continue to commit crimes afterward?" Mary couldn't help but ask.

“I let him off the hook once or twice,” Aijie said, shaking his head and smiling.

Khan was sentenced to six months and eight months in prison for his involvement in two other armed robberies, which was partly a smokescreen to make the gang think that Khan was not a police informant.

Just now, Khan brought some useful news. The wife of a gang leader with whom he was having an affair inadvertently revealed that her husband would be visiting her at her residence tonight.

When Ajay introduced himself to Ron and the others, he also made the arrangements.

He picked up the phone and called his subordinates.

"Are the motorcycle tricycles that were confiscated last time still there? Are they still functioning properly?"

"Yes," his subordinate replied.

"Get ready, it'll come in handy tonight."

Aije's plan was to have Khan pose as a rickshaw driver and park the rickshaw in front of his mistress's house.

Aijay's men would be in plainclothes nearby, either disguised as roadside vendors or passersby. Once the gang leader appeared, Khan would identify him to the police.

It's alright if he doesn't come tonight. Khan said that the gang leader goes to church regularly, and Ajay's men can lie in ambush outside the church.

The leaders of these gangs are extremely cunning, and the police usually have no idea where they are hiding.

But whenever he shows up, Aiger will move out quickly. After regaining power, his quota of encounters has increased significantly, enough to accommodate most of the gang leaders in Mumbai.

"What will you do to that gangster once you catch him?" Karuna asked curiously.

This was his first time encountering the inner workings of crime, his first time being so close to gang members, and he felt both fear and excitement.

Aijie glanced at him, then at Ron and Mary, before turning his gaze back to Karuna, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"Do I have any other options?"

Is it possible that the Khan could have transmitted HIV to the gang leader through his mistress?

Karuna became as excited as if he had heard a brilliant movie plot: an agent who sleeps with a mob boss's wife and indirectly infects the mob boss with AIDS, killing him without leaving a trace!

He used to be a producer of commercials in Bollywood, so this kind of creative idea comes naturally to him.

“The incubation period for AIDS is too long, at least six years. Six years is enough time for them to do too many bad things.” Aijie immediately rejected this idea.

Next was the routine meeting between Aijie and the police superintendent in his jurisdiction.

Those police inspectors were all local bullies, cunning and bloated, and Aijie secretly called them "bagel raccoons".

At Ron's request, Aja also let Mary and Karuna witness a police interrogation.

Some of the suspects looked polite and well-mannered, and they were so familiar that it made Cammari and Luna uneasy: if they were a little richer and more educated, they would be just like us.

Aije made no attempt to avoid Ron and his men; the suspects were subjected to a barrage of punches, belts, and whips.

Throughout the beating, the suspect addressed the police officer as "sir," just as a student would address a school teacher or Karuna's assistant.

They never swore at the police officers who slapped them across the face.

Instead, Ai Jie used foul language and threatened them to "resist and be severely punished."

But Aijie did restrain himself and didn't actually shock their genitals, at least not when there were women present.

The suspect was dragged away by plainclothes officers, and the group returned to their original office.

Ron had seen this kind of scene before and was about to laugh at Mary for being easily frightened, but then he suddenly remembered her background.

Well, it's hard to say who scared whom.

Karuna, on the other hand, seemed extremely shocked. The sounds of fists and belts striking flesh made him tremble uncontrollably, but he still kept his eyes wide open and did not look away.

We're all respectable people; we've never seen anything like this before.

“This is nothing,” Aijie said. “It’s child’s play.”

“They haven’t really started yet,” Ron said knowingly. “They’ll be taken somewhere else.”

Aijie smiled slightly, "Go and have a good 'vacation'."

Just recently, Johnny had told Ron about a member of the New Union being abused at the police station.

Police stripped the man naked, pressed him face down on a bench in the interrogation room, and tied his hands to the bench legs.

An officer put on gloves and took out a small bottle of acidic solution comparable to bathroom drain cleaner; just a drop of it could corrode a person's skin.

Wearing gloves, they pried open the man's buttocks, held him down, and poured an entire bottle of solution into his body.

Months later, every time that gang member went to the toilet, he would still expel clumps of blood.

"There is such a world around us, and I knew nothing about it," Karuna said belatedly. "I really wish I could just stay out of the world and live a peaceful life."

He suddenly realized that he had been living on a seemingly peaceful riverbank, but the river itself was unfathomably deep. Just five minutes' walk from his green-adorned home, there was a turbulent undercurrent of pain, violence, and even murder.

After showing them around Mumbai’s underworld, Ron told Mary and Karuna to go back first and think about the TV station.

The following conversation is not suitable to be discussed openly or by more people.

“Do you know Kamal? People call him the treasurer of the Daoud Gang.”

“I know,” Aijie nodded.

"Is he on your 'chance to bump into' list?"

“That guy doesn’t get involved in many violent crimes; he’s more involved in smuggling and money laundering. The Mumbai courts are a better fit for him.”

“I understand,” Ron nodded.

"Was it the shootout at the dock warehouse?" Ai Jie asked.

“It has nothing to do with me, but I roughly know what happened. You should have received the intelligence, the whereabouts of those gang leaders, I know you need it.” Ron patted him on the shoulder.

"You also have informants in those gangs?"

“I have a lot of sources,” Ron chuckled. “We need to seize the opportunity and take them all down in one fell swoop. That deputy inspector should at least have the ‘deputy’ title removed.”

Some things are understood but not spoken.

For Aijie, this little thing was nothing as long as he could quell the gang warfare in Mumbai.

Even someone as selfless as him would resort to extreme measures when interrogating suspects.

(End of this chapter)