I am a master in India

Chapter 325 Catch them all in one fell swoop

Tiraka has also been frequently visiting Lucknow lately, as he is equally interested in the mineral resources on his territory.

There was no way around it; the Su family had made a fortune, and everyone was envious.

He originally looked down on coal and lime, and thought they were just roadside plants.

The investment is too large and it's too time-consuming; nothing beats the quick profits from illegal businesses.

However, the industrial center north of Mirzabul shocked him.

This thing may seem slow, but once it reaches a certain scale, the money flows like water, just keep flowing and flowing.
Hemp, opium, smuggling—these businesses are nothing compared to cement factories.

Tiraca was tempted; he'd heard there were several mines in his territory. Even just smuggling some would be more profitable than smuggling.

The scale doesn't need to be as large as the Suer family's; one-tenth of that would be enough for Tiraka to eat and drink her fill.

He didn't try to take advantage of the Suer Cement Plant; he knew he couldn't afford to mess with them.

However, competing for the mine in Songbadra is still no problem; it's something he's been eyeing for a while now.

Of course, to avoid any misunderstandings, Tiraka had just made a special trip to visit Ron to explain why she was in this business.

The result was quite good; the Suer family did not act aggressively or domineeringly forbid him from interfering in the mining.

Tikka was relieved. He ate at Ron's manor and stayed until dark before leaving.

The sleek Ambassador sedan continued south along the dirt road.

The road surface was uneven and full of potholes, and the violent bumps almost made Tiraka throw up.

If only the Su family could build a cement road here too, but once he sets up his cement factory, he can build it himself, Tiraka thought happily.

"How much longer?" He patted the back of the driver's seat in the front.

"Boss, after the next intersection, it'll be another half hour."

"Hurry up," Tiraka urged.

The driver stepped on the gas and sped straight ahead.

When we reached the intersection, a beam of bright light suddenly shone from the left.

Tiraka subconsciously raised her hand and squinted, but it was all in vain.

Boom! A violent collision sound exploded in my ears.

The Beetle-like Ambassador car was hit and sent flying, tumbling several times in the air before landing.

The car parts clattered and fell to the side of the road; the car's shell was broken and stained with red.

The 100-ton king, radiating a bright light, slowly approached the wreckage. The door opened, and Kalin jumped out, with Markb following behind him.

"Let's go take a look." He tilted his head.

Mark Bu stepped forward with his submachine gun, walked to the driver's cab, and peered inside.

The four or five people inside were covered in blood, and Tiraka's neck was drooping at an eerie angle on the seat.

Markb nodded to Karin, indicating that there were no survivors.

"Ram, you can rest in peace now," Kalin sighed.

He drove the heavy truck himself, with the sole purpose of avenging his enemy.

He had never forgotten the blood feud with Ram, but he simply couldn't find the opportunity. Tiraka was hiding in Sonbadra, his whereabouts elusive.

After receiving a call from his subordinates tonight, Kalin rushed over with Mark Bu without even having time to prepare any manpower.

"Boss, what should we do here?" Mark asked.

"Don't worry about it. This is Mirzabul. The police know what to do."

The two men turned around, ready to drive the truck away. But after taking only two steps, they suddenly stopped.

Before I knew it, several people had appeared standing in the darkness on both sides of the road.

They were masked, armed with AK-47s, and some even had cantaloupes hanging from their waists.

"Damn it!" Kalin gasped, realizing he'd been tricked.

Markb moved even faster, raising his submachine gun.

boom!boom!
The masked man's gun moved even faster, and after a series of rapid-fire shots, no one was left standing in the middle.

A slightly thin figure stepped forward. He looked down and saw that Kalin was coughing up blood, but he was not dead yet.

Muna took off her mask and smiled.

"You...you are..." came a muffled sound from Karin's mouth as a surge of blood blocked his throat.

“Hello, King of Mirzabul, nice to meet you.” Muna pressed the gun against his forehead with a smile.

"Susur," Kalin seemed to remember something.

“You got it right.” Muna pulled the trigger.

Bang! Another big landowner died at his hands.

"Brother Anil, what should we do here?" he asked, turning around.

"And so, the police in Mirzabul knew what to do. The important thing was to let that Yadav know that two people had died here."

“Okay.” Muna got up and left with Anil and the others.

He has other business to attend tomorrow; he's going to a rally in Sumbadra, and the topic of his speech is:
"Uttar Pradesh, no crime!"

The deaths of Tripati and Tiraka sent shockwaves through the Pufancha district.

Their reputation was very high in the East, similar to that of gang leaders.

The Tripathi family, in particular, has an arms business that extends even to the neighboring state of Bihar.

In North India, the arms trade has always been booming. Those petty thugs like to flaunt their handguns on the streets.

They couldn't afford to pay, so the Tripati family would lend them money on credit. The thugs would then go and commit murder and robbery, making money before slowly paying them back.

Over time, the small gangs in the northern part of Pufancha District began to follow Kalin's lead.

In this filthy land, everyone has heard of his name; it is renowned far and wide.

As a result, this powerful figure who dominated the east died just like that, on a dilapidated dirt road.

Tiraka, who was buried with him, was equally significant. In terms of strength, she was second only to the Tripathi family.

Their bodies weren't discovered until noon the next day. When the police arrived at the scene, they only saw a few dark lumps.

Those are flies, swarms of flies. Get closer, and you'll see a layer of black clumps slowly wriggling.

Gupta, from the Mirzabul police station, nearly vomited; he was pale, sweating profusely, and extremely flustered.

"This is going to throw the world into chaos!" He was so worried that he didn't know how to handle the situation.

The simultaneous deaths of two regional hegemons could trigger countless bloody battles.

The power vacuum left by Mirzabur and Sonbadra will inevitably lead to a bloody struggle for control.

Most importantly, his former backer, Kalin, has fallen. He has a lot of leverage over Kalin, and it's uncertain whether he can ever get it back.

Revenge killing? Robbery? Turf war? Countless speculations ran through his mind.

Gupta isn't stupid; he has many years of experience in the industry.

Judging from the scene, Kalin and Tiraka did indeed engage in a fierce battle.

But it's impossible for the entire army to be wiped out at the same time without any news getting out.

There must be a third group of people; they are the hidden lurkers.

Who are they? What is their purpose? Have they gotten hold of my incriminating evidence?
"Quick! Seal off Tripatty Manor!" Gupta jumped up and ran towards the town.

Hopefully, it's not too late; he needs to clean up his mess before other forces get involved.

Of course, the Tripartite Estate itself is a temptation; generations of management have accumulated an untold fortune.

When Kalin was alive, no one dared to touch him. Now that he's dead, the Tripati family has instantly fallen apart.

As police officers, searching—no, I mean seizing—is perfectly reasonable. Seizing the crime scene is perfectly logical, isn't it?

He's determined to have the Tripati family's wealth!

The sputtering motorcycle stopped in front of the police station. Gupta jumped off, ready to go inside and get help.

As soon as I arrived at the office door, I saw a strange figure sitting in my chair.

"Director Gupta, is that right?" the man asked with a smile.

"How did you get in? Kishan! Kishan! Where did you run off to, you bastard?" Gupta roared.

He felt a vague familiarity with the person in front of him. But he was also certain that this was their first meeting.

"Don't get so worked up. They were just asked to go out for a cup of tea and will be back soon."

"Who exactly are you?" Gupta's back was already soaked with sweat.

It was so quiet! The entire police station was almost silent.

“You can call me Anil. Sit down.” He gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

Gupta was furious. That was his seat, but now it had been taken by an outsider, and he had become a guest.

However, upon hearing the name "Anil," he felt a chill run down his spine.

Anil is a very common name, even more so in Uttar Pradesh, but there is only one person who can sit here without batting an eye.

"You're from the north?"

“Yes.” Anil pressed a single finger against the dagger, idly spinning it around.

"I don't know, Mr. Sue."

"Shh!" Anil put a finger to his lips. "Don't mention his name here. There are only the two of us trading today."

"A deal?" Gupta's eyes flickered.

"Of course, isn't this what you're looking for?"

Anil pulled out an account book and threw it on the table. Gupta quickly picked it up and started looking through it.

"Are guns, ammunition, scapegoating, and premeditated murder really that extensive for the Mirzabul police department?"

"This...this is utter nonsense!" Sweat streamed down Gupta's forehead.

Damn Tripatty, how could he remember something in such detail?

Any one of the pieces of evidence could land him in jail for ten or eight years.

"Su Bu, what kind of help do you need?"

"You know about the fighting outside, right?"

"Yes."

What's your opinion on this case?

"It appears that Tripati and Tiraka have had a conflict, but the specific details of the case still need to be determined by Lucknow."

“Hey,” Anil waved his hand, “I think it was just a fight between the two groups, and they both died in the end. What do you think?”

"Yes, yes, your analysis is very accurate! The truth of this case has been revealed."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's close the case quickly."

"Now?" Gupta was stunned.

"Efficient police are good police. Mumbai is too slow, resulting in tens of millions of lawsuits piling up in the courts, which will take hundreds of years to finish."

"Yes, you are absolutely right." Gupta hurriedly found a form and began filling it out on the spot.

He was lying on the desk with his butt sticking out, writing something very quickly.

A case closure report was completed in just a few minutes, an astonishingly efficient process.

Anil took it, glanced at it, and then nodded in satisfaction.

Then, under Gupta's twitching gaze, he picked up the red stamp on the desk and started banging it randomly.

“All done!” Anil picked up the case closure report, shook it, and handed it to Gupta.

"Sir, this."

“Submit a copy to Lucknow, especially to our Chief Minister.”

“Huh? At my level, I’m not qualified to see him at all,” Gupta said with difficulty.

"Don't worry, just hand it over to the Lucknow police headquarters, and someone will take care of the rest."

"Sir, please spare me," Gupta pleaded, his face contorted with grief.

He had already realized that things were going badly; getting involved in a power struggle between important figures would be suicide.

"You're just doing what a police officer is supposed to do. Nobody will bother you, I promise."

"But."

“Listen, brother,” Anil interrupted him, “the chief minister is hundreds of kilometers away in Lucknow, while we are right here. Who do you think will be in charge of Mirzabul in the future?”

"I'll deliver it! I'll deliver it right away!" Gupta immediately backed down.

Offending the Chief Minister might at most result in being transferred. But offending the person right in front of you could cost you your life.

"A local official is more powerful than a distant one," Gupta lamented his bitter fate.

One overlord just died, and another one has arrived. When will this ever end?

"Alright, since you've been obedient, I'll give you another gift."

Anil waved to him.

(End of this chapter)