Chapter 212 Missing

"Muna, can you still read?"

"Master, I... I didn't finish elementary school." Muna wanted to close the book, but stopped, looking embarrassed.

"You're a good student, so why did you drop out of school?"

"My father died and I have no money."

Muna still remembers the day he left school. He was sitting in the back of the classroom, holding a small slate and chalk that his father had bought from Lucknow.

He was concentrating on memorizing the alphabet while his classmates were making a lot of noise and the teacher was drowsy as usual.

At this time, Raja stood in front of the classroom door, gesturing for him to go out.

"What's wrong, brother, where are we going?"

Raja said nothing.

"Shall I take my books and chalk?"

"Take him with you." Raja put his hand on Munna's head and led him away.

My father's medical treatment cost a lot of money. At that time, our family borrowed a large sum of money from two beasts at high interest rates. Now he is here to collect the debt.

He said that if the money could not be paid, Muna's entire family would have to work for him to pay off the debt.

It was at that time that cousin Lina was raped by the beasts and became pregnant. In order to protect other cousins ​​from their clutches, all the men in the family had to work to pay off their debts.

Munna was taken to the tea shop and Raja bowed to the owner with folded hands and he followed suit.

"Who is this?" The boss looked at Muna sideways.

"My brother," said the Rajah, "come and work with me."

So Raja dragged the stove out of the tea shop and asked Munna to sit next to him and learn how to break the coals.

He dragged out a sack of large coal lumps, took out a piece of coal, smashed it with a brick, and then filled the furnace with the broken coal.

"Harder," Raja taught him how to smash the coal. "Harder! Harder!"

Finally, Muna finally broke a piece, and Raja stood up and said, "Crush all the coals in the bag like this!"

After a while, two classmates came from school to watch Muna work. Later, a few more came in twos and threes, and he heard them laughing.

"What animal can you only see once in your lifetime?" a boy asked loudly.

"A coal knocker!" answered another boy.

They laughed even harder.

"Ignore them," Raja said. "They'll get bored and go away."

Muna said nothing.

"You hate this coal-smashing business, don't you?"

Muna still said nothing.

Raja picked up the largest piece of coal and squeezed it tightly.

"Just imagine this piece of coal is my head, that way it will be easier to smash it."

Muna moved his lips but said nothing. He no longer blamed his brother.

Raja also dropped out of school after their mother died of illness.

In rural India, it is more difficult for a child to receive a complete primary education than for a teacher to avoid corruption.

"What books would you like to read? I'll bring some back for you when I return to Varanasi."

"Master, that's enough, that's enough." Muna grabbed the yellowed book, at a loss.

"Reading is a good thing. Look at those workers," Ron said, pointing to the mine. "Only those who can read can do the easiest and highest-paying jobs."

"Master, three hundred rupees is a lot," Muna whispered.

Ron was stunned, then burst into laughter.

"I have some books later, you can take them and read them first."

"Thank you, Master."

Ron didn't mind his men reading more books; he hated idiots.

A complete illiterate will not be valued by him.

Muna is still young, and it's good that he is eager to learn.

"Ron, I've found out everything about the Tripathi family." Aditya came over from a distance.

"What do you mean?" Ron went forward.

"They have close ties with MP Rao and have connections with other gangs in Uttar Pradesh."

"Both the black and white worlds." Ron nodded as expected.

"You know, they're in the arms business, so they have a lot of advantages in that area."

"What about the style of doing things?" This is what Ron was concerned about.

"Ruthless." Aditya's comment was quite brief.

"Crazy East." Ron sighed.

"Don't worry, this is a common quality among people in Uttar Pradesh." Aditya shook his head.

Ron laughed. This place was fucking amazing.

“When are you going back to Bombay?”

"Around the beginning of February, I also acquired a piece of land in Mumbai and needed to go back to sign the formalities."

"Ratan and I are watching here, nothing will happen."

"good."

There are also many things waiting for him in the Sur Park, and Ron can't stay in the mine all the time.

As for what’s happening here in Uttar Pradesh, Aditya and his friends know the rules better.

The fact is that Ron didn't have to wait until early February. He hurried back to Mumbai the next day.

Anand is missing.

Anand has been walking at night frequently recently. He needs to visit the pharmacists' homes one by one to observe their conditions and tell them when to go to the Merck laboratory to receive the next injection.

This business is not a one-time deal. You have to keep track of the current situation of your pharmacists over a long period of time.

Anand is very service-oriented. He used to be a tour guide and knows how to get more business.

As long as Merck is satisfied with them, the Phase II and Phase III clinical trials will be handed over to them.

This is a big business, and the profit is US dollars.

We walked through the deserted market and onto Arthur Band Road. The market stalls were covered with white canvas, making them look like corpses covered with white sheets in the freezer of a morgue.

Anand's footsteps set off scattered echoes, as if ghosts were lingering around.

But he didn't care at all, he was thinking about something else.

Today there was a medicine man who was extremely miserable. He was abused by his family and bullied by his neighbors.

It seemed that he might not be able to survive the next shot, but Anand saved him.

Anand told his family that if they didn't take good care of him, they would definitely not get any benefits next time.

The family immediately came over and touched his feet, apologizing profusely.

This was the little power Anand had. When he did something good, he would go back and show off to his wife and children.

Anand's way of courting his beloved woman was not to send flowers or buy clothes for her, but to tell her stories about the outside world, stories about men fighting against the demon of desire, evil and injustice.

He told her gossip, scandal, and private secrets, stories of his own exploits, hilarious pranks, and anecdotes.

He walked hurriedly, his mouth moving constantly, shaking his head and waving his hands, previewing the story he was about to tell.

Suddenly, a policeman came slowly towards the intersection ahead on a bicycle.

Anand turned left, avoiding puddles on the street, and as he passed a dark private driveway, another policeman on a bicycle jumped out.

Anand finally sensed something was wrong. Having worked in Mumbai for many years, he knew very well that police officers in the same block would not patrol separately.

There is only one exception, and that is to capture a fugitive.

Anand turned into a side street and started jogging. Just when he was halfway there, a police jeep appeared at the end of the street.

With a whoosh, the policeman on a bicycle caught up with them.

The jeep stopped and Anand also stopped.

Five people came out and surrounded him, and there was silence among them for several seconds.

The silence was menacing and a light rain began to fall.

They moved closer, their eyes shining surprisingly brightly in the night rain.

"Sir, have you got the wrong guy?" Anand slowly backed away. "I'm a good man. I know Officer Rajesh."

"That loser who got dumped by his wife?" A low laugh was heard in the night.

"We are one family, Mr. Soule."

"Get in the car!" the leader said in a low voice.

"Hey, seriously, Dr. Sur, you know, can we" Anand wanted to take out the money.

But before he could finish, the policeman in charge interrupted him with an unpleasant laugh.

"It's you we're looking for," he said, and the other officers laughed.

"We know everything. Get in the car right now, or we'll beat you with iron and bamboo sticks and throw you back in the car."

Anand was forced into a corner with no way to retreat and had no choice but to follow them.

Of course he didn't want to go to jail; that place was more dangerous than the most dangerous gang area.

But the five people surrounded him tightly, and the chubby Anand couldn't fly away.

He climbed into the jeep and tried to sit down, but the police kicked him to the floor, where he was supposed to be.

Several people in the back seat of the jeep were holding him down with their hands.

The car drove two short blocks and arrived at the police station near Haines Road.

Walking into the yard of the police station, the street outside was empty, and in the distance a gorgeous building was flashing colorful lights.

The night policeman was a short, fat, overweight man from Mabang. Like other fat people, he insisted on wearing a uniform that was at least two sizes smaller than his body.

Anand put on an ingratiating smile. He was also from Maharashtra, hoping the police would give him some leniency because they were from the same hometown.

As a result, all ten policemen in the police station had stern faces. They stared at him, gasped loudly and said nothing.

"Catch him and beat him up first." said the officer on duty at the police station.

"Officer." Anand was shocked.

"Hit him hard, hit him hard. Don't break any bones if you can, but hit him hard, and then put him in jail with the others."

He spoke in a casual tone, as if Anand didn't exist.

Anyone familiar with the tactics of the Mumbai police knows that something very cruel is going to happen next.

So Anand ran away, pushed away the policemen surrounding him, and rolled out from under the desk.

He ran outside, into the gravel yard, and ran out.

As soon as they reached the door, they bumped into another team of patrolling police.

He was dragged back to the duty room, and the police who chased him beat and kicked him along the way.

They tied Anand's hands behind his back with hemp rope, took off his shoes, and tied his feet together.

The fat policeman took out another rope and asked his men to tie up Anand completely from head to toe.

He gasped in anger and stared at Anand until he was tied up with coils of rope and looked like a mummy.

The police dragged Anand into the next room and hung him from a hook at chest height, leaving him dangling face down.

"Take a plane!" the fat policeman roared through gritted teeth.

The police spun Anand faster and faster. He was hanging in the air, his hands and feet tied so that he could not move.

His body kept spinning, and finally he felt the earth shaking and he lost consciousness.

(End of this chapter)