I am a master in India

Chapter 426 Demolition of Illegal Structures
"What's the matter? Is there anything you, a first-level police superintendent, can't handle?" Ron sat down on the sofa without any politeness.

“If so, it must be related to the esteemed Mr. Sue,” Aijie said irritably.

"Huh?" Ron, who was holding his coffee, was taken aback. "What does this have to do with me?"

"Not really, but I think it's more appropriate for you to take the lead."

“Okay, I’m all ears.” Ron shrugged and looked around his office.

Aijie has been promoted again in the past two years, becoming a first-class police superintendent, and is the de facto third-in-command of the Mabang Police Station.

Above that are the Special Police Chief and the Police Chief; the former is the head of a certain field, and the latter is the highest-ranking officer of the state police.

As the third-in-command, the First-Class Police Inspector wields considerable power, overseeing 14 core departments, such as the Criminal Investigation Department, the Intelligence Bureau, and the Civil Affairs Department.
Moreover, he also managed several police districts, covering a considerable area.

Of the 72 police stations in Mumbai, 56 need to report to him, and the number of officers is countless.

Sure enough, they even changed offices; they're bigger than before, and they even have a female secretary.

After thanking the other party for the snacks, Ron raised an eyebrow at E.J.

"You really know how to enjoy yourself, but I wonder if Ritu has any objections?"

"Stop talking nonsense and eat your snack."

Aijie coughed awkwardly. Ritu was his wife, and it was best not to talk about such things as secretaries.

"Are you aware of any recent developments in Mumbai?" he asked, his expression hardening.

"What do you mean?"

"Slums".

“Oh,” Ron suddenly realized, “demolishing illegal structures?”

"Yes, this is something the city hall is determined to do."

With the general election just concluded earlier this year, the BJP government in Maharashtra is already preparing to address the chaos in Mumbai's slums.

There are too many illegal and haphazardly constructed buildings. If this continues, the normal operation of the city will be affected.

"Shouldn't this be Kellner's responsibility? He's known as the 'King of Demolition'," Ron said, somewhat puzzled.

“The city hall is understaffed, and some of the buildings have unusual backgrounds, requiring the cooperation of the police.”

"So this background is related to me?" Ron suddenly realized.

“The New Federation,” Aijie said expressionlessly.

"Dude, I'm not a gang member. How can you slander me out of thin air?"

“If they knew what was good for them, I certainly wouldn’t have come to you. But they’re too arrogant. If this continues, the police will have to take action.”

“I understand.” Ron also became serious.

He understood what Aijie meant; this was a heads-up, and also a way for him to pass on a message to the New Union.

It's a bit like trying to be polite first and then resort to force. In short, given Aijie's temperament, he would never yield to the gang's threats.

"Where are the illegally constructed buildings located?"

“I’ll take you there,” Aijie said decisively.

Several leaders of the New Federation built many thatched huts on the railway land.

Aiger led Ron straight to their destination. They walked through a dark alley and entered an open space.

The low cement buildings above are the dormitories for railway bureau employees, with scattered thatched huts that were recently demolished and rebuilt.

Further on was an even larger open space, the railway bureau's landfill. Wooden planks were laid over the open sewage pipes, and they walked along the planks to the edge of the landfill, from where they could see the lights of passing suburban trains.

It had just rained heavily, and the ground was muddy. Ron's boots were splattered with mud and other stains he didn't want to think about.

“Over there,” Aiger pointed to him, “that row of huts with oil lamps lit up are all huts belonging to the New Union. They’ve made this their private property.”

"That looks like a lot."

“Of course, they’re counting on this land to make their fortune,” Aijie said dismissively.

Under Indian law, ownership of a piece of land can be acquired after it has been continuously occupied for 12 years.

This is called possession under the prescription, and it is backed by law.

Obviously, in a place like Mumbai, any piece of land is extremely valuable, even if it's near a railway.

Aijie said that this row of thatched huts were definitely illegal buildings.

However, the new federation provided the land to the poor free of charge to ensure they had the right to use it.

The railway bureau sent people to dismantle the hut twice, and both times they rebuilt it.

These houses are built against a wall, which is the cement wall of the factory next door. There are two bamboo poles in front of the houses, supporting various cardboard boxes, and layers of black tarpaulin cover the outside of the houses.

These simple building materials were obtained by the New Federation from Gorgan for only 1,500 rupees. If demolished, reconstruction would take no more than an hour.

“If you kick it a couple more times, the house will collapse,” Aijie said.

If the huts are demolished for the third time, the new union will rebuild them, and next time they might even consider adding some bricks.

“How long have these huts been there?” Ron asked.

"I don't know, but it's been at least several years, you can tell by looking at those roofs."

The thatched roof was covered with tangled wires—Sun TV's cable television lines. Ajay led Ron to the other side of the clearing, where a wall separated the construction site for the railroad officials' building.

A new road will soon be built where they are standing, connecting to the future residences of the officials.

Aijie said that if that were the case, the people from the New Federation would be even less likely to leave.

As soon as the road was opened, they would send people to set up stalls. Even if the vendors were driven away, they would come back again and again, and the rent from the stalls would go into the pockets of the New Federation.

Water is not a problem for these thatched huts; there are water taps behind the factory next door, but getting electricity is a bit of a hassle.

If residents illegally connect electrical wires, the power company will only assume they are railway employees. If legitimate residents steal electricity, it will be a very ugly situation if it gets out.

So the illegal residents used kerosene lamps, and the New Federation simply ensured they had the right to reside.

“They’re the ones in charge here, and nobody dares to bully these residents. In the future, when the new federation decides to demolish the huts and build permanent buildings, they will pay each current resident 5,000 rupees to move out,” Aija said.

They retraced their steps along the dark alleyway, vaguely seeing people passing by, perhaps spies of the New Union.

Aija said he was lobbying Shiva's army, hoping to immediately convert the huts into brick houses.

From then on, illegal constructions became legal buildings, and temporary residences became permanent homes, and no one would say anything more.

Even if it doesn't work out, the new union can still sell the land and make a net profit of twenty lakhs.

“The city hall has demolished this place several times, but it is always rebuilt. They have even threatened the constituency councilors.”

"How so?" Ron raised an eyebrow.

Aijie told him that the New Union went directly to the home of the councilor in charge and warned his daughter: "Tell your father to stop immediately, or don't blame me for being impolite."

"How exactly are you being impolite?" the congressman's daughter asked, leaving them to wait in the reception room.

Those people told her that the polling station in Chokshwari was his territory, and all the votes were cast for Shiva's army's ally, the Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP).

He'll incite his men to create riots, forcing polling stations to close. His cronies will spend a few months in jail, only to emerge as seasoned veterans, but the congressman running for office...
A member of the New Federation asked his daughter: "Do you know how many votes your father lost during the four hours the polling station was closed?"

For a while, neither side spoke. Finally, the congressman's daughter led them inside.

"From now on, whether you demolish your houses or not, whether you are elected or not, depends on your choices." This is the warning the New Federation gave to its members of parliament.

After that, the councilor dared not demolish the illegal structures again, and eventually the matter was brought to the attention of "Demolition King" Kellner.

"You know, they don't even give Kelner any face."

“Well, I knew things weren’t that simple,” Ron sighed.

“The New Federation’s illegal buildings are not limited to this place; they also have several hotels in the downtown area.”

"Kelner has made his move?"

"Yes, but it didn't go very smoothly."

Kellner and Ejaculate are very similar; neither of them is swayed by soft or hard tactics and they don't care about so-called gang threats at all.

The day before a hotel was to be demolished, police used bomb-sniffing dogs to search the entire building for explosives.

On the day of the demolition, Kellner arrived at the scene with 400 officers and soldiers, including border security forces, and used a three-ton drop hammer to smash the New Federation's hotel.

In just over six months, he demolished a total of four illegal buildings under the name of the New Federation.

Colleagues in the demolition office were constantly threatened by the New Federation, pleading with Kelnamo to continue his unilateral actions. The contractor who provided him with the demolition equipment also terminated the contract early out of fear.

But he didn't give in; he became more determined with each setback, otherwise he wouldn't have earned the title of "King of Demolition".

Just two weeks ago, Kellner parked his car in front of the office building when gunshots suddenly rang out.

Two shots hit a passerby, and the third shot pierced Kelner's calf.

“This is a serious matter; I have received orders from above,” Aijie said.

What are your plans?

“I will call in the state's armed police, and I wouldn't mind another large-scale encounter in Mumbai,” Aiger said coldly.

"I'll make a call later. Whatever the outcome, I won't interfere with your actions."

“Okay.” Ai Jie nodded.

Perhaps due to the influence of economic globalization, Mumbai's materialistic culture is becoming increasingly apparent.

Money is being talked about everywhere; everyone wants to make money. Those dormant gray industries are beginning to expand rapidly.

Officials, gangsters, cunning businessmen, and even ordinary people flocked to it.

With values ​​distorted and moral bottom lines constantly being challenged, it's no wonder that anything can happen.

Ron was simply curious why the new federation, which had a CD business, was so fixated on these illegal buildings.

Take the thatched huts next to the railway, for example; they might earn two or three million rupees at most.

If you sell films, you can earn that money back quickly, and easily surpassing others wouldn't be a problem.

Why hang it here? Every time it's torn down, it costs money to rebuild, not to mention we have to send people to keep an eye on it.

It's not a busy area next to the railway, so there's absolutely no need for that.

He hadn't contacted Johnny in a long time and didn't know how Johnny managed to control his followers.

(End of this chapter)