Chapter 218 Doctor Soul Can’t Always Be a Good Person
After receiving Mary's call, Ron rushed to Bandra as soon as possible.
It has been a whole month, and he has tried almost everything, but has not found any clues.
He was surprised to hear news from Mary, but now was not the time to worry about it, Anand was the key.
"Where is he?" Ron asked impatiently as soon as he entered the apartment.
"I don't know." Mary shrugged.
"What?" Ron raised his voice.
"Hey, don't get excited, take a look at these photos first." Lena comforted him.
"Oh, sorry, I was a little anxious." Ron went straight to the table in the living room.
There are many photos scattered here and there, most of which are about the Imperial Palace. The shooting angle should be from the second floor across the street, and the view is very clear.
There are photos of the palace's architecture, both during the day and at night, and even more of people entering and leaving the palace, with one face particularly striking.
It was a tall and thin man with a long dark brown braid that reached down to his hips.
He was white and beardless, without even eyebrows, and the spiral tattoo on his chin seemed to absorb the gaze of those who looked at him.
Abu! The eunuch in the palace.
"What do you mean?" Ron didn't quite understand.
"Look at this photo again." Mary pulled out one.
The photo above is still of Abu, but the background is not the palace, but a street somewhere.
Ron looked around but didn't notice anything unusual until his eyes happened to glance at the edge of the photo.
There was a figure standing there, short and strong, with his round, fat face tilted to the side, revealing his signature smile.
Anand! Ron's mind suddenly exploded.
"Where is this and how did you take this picture?" he asked anxiously.
"Near Haines Road. You know, we've been keeping an eye on this eunuch. I didn't notice it when I was sorting through the photos before, but I only discovered something unusual today."
Ron remembered that before he went to Uttar Pradesh last time, Mary and the others said that Abu had been frequently entering and leaving the palace recently.
They have a grudge against Lady Elizabeth and are keeping an eye on the situation there. As Lady Elizabeth's confidant, Abu is also a key target.
"Look at his eyes," Mary said, pointing to the photo. "There's definitely something malicious in his eyes."
Those were eyes of hatred, disgust, coldness, and a venomous snake.
"Why does this madman have such a strong hatred for Anand?" Ron frowned.
“Maybe he doesn’t hate Anand,” Mary reminded softly.
"You mean... me?" Ron had a flash of inspiration.
Yes, he remembered it. That time when he helped Hela rescue someone in the palace, Abu had shown this same resentful look.
Later, Ron and Anand were eating on the street and saw him in the crowd again, with the same look in his eyes.
At that time, Anil led people to track him down, but they returned empty-handed.
He now understood that Abu might have decided to attack Anand because of the close relationship between Anand and Ron.
Ron was surrounded by bodyguards at all times, so ordinary people had no chance. Abu must have found it difficult, so he chose Anand in the end.
But Ron couldn't understand why Abu hated him so much?
Just because he and Hela had conspired to deceive his master? Just because he had threatened her before leaving the palace?
Damn, throughout history, dead eunuchs have always been perverts, lunatics, and paranoids.
"I think I need to go to the palace." Ron stood up.
"You'd better not show up like this," Mary stopped him. "They might be waiting."
"What's the meaning?"
"If they arrested Anand just to vent their anger, that's fine. But what if it's not? You're walking into a trap if you go there."
Ron paused, remembering Aggie's warning.
"Besides, what proof do you have that they arrested Anand? This photo doesn't prove anything."
This is another problem. Even gangs have to have a legitimate reason to do things.
He came to the door with such a fuss, and not only might he not be able to get the person, he might even be humiliated.
Ron had calmed down. This matter was more complicated than he thought.
After all, Mumbai is not Uttar Pradesh, and the problem cannot be solved by just shooting people in the face.
This is the commercial center of India. It has its own operating rules and systems, and most importantly, it represents modern civilization.
He's a businessman, not a thug.
"Guys, maybe I should leave." Ron already knew who to go to.
"Don't be impulsive. The palace is not as simple as you think. Lena and I need to be careful." Mary warned him.
"Don't worry, I hate violence the most. I will find a suitable middleman."
"Who?" Mary was worried. She knew Ron cared about Anand very much.
"Had Khan."
"The underground black emperor?"
"Yes, remember when I bought the land? He was the one who helped me secure Madam Elizabeth."
This was the most suitable candidate Ron could think of. Hadhan had a high enough status and was an acquaintance of both parties. They had dealt with each other in this way once before.
"Okay, be careful." Mary stopped trying to stop him.
"I won't act rashly until I'm sure." Ron took the photo.
Sitting in the car, he looked at the face in the photo and a cold look flashed in his eyes.
Of course Ron hated violence, but if the other party crossed the line first, then don't blame him for being unsportsmanlike.
"Master," Anil, who was sitting in the front, suddenly said, "something is wrong."
"Huh?" Ron looked up.
"That person." Anil gestured out the window with his eyes.
At the door of a roadside coffee shop, a man with a small mustache stared at their car.
He was short, thin, and plain-looking, but his eyes were special: dark and gleaming.
"Anil?" Ron asked softly.
"Killer!"
Ron's breath hitched, and his body tensed.
Anil reached down and pressed down, motioning Ron to lie down, while he took out a pistol from his waist.
He picked up the walkie-talkie with his other hand and said a few words.
The taxi following Ron suddenly rushed towards the coffee shop, causing passers-by to scream in panic.
The man with the mustache jumped away alertly earlier. He stared at this place fiercely and then quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Two or three people got out of the taxi and chased after it, but Ron's car continued to move forward.
It was not until they had passed three blocks that Anil relaxed his guard slightly.
"What's going on?" Ron was still confused.
"That guy pretends to be a coffee drinker, but he's not like one at all. He's a poor man."
"Can you tell which gang they are from?"
Most of the killers in Mumbai are gang members, without exception.
"I don't know, but he is a herdsman." Anil was very sure.
"How do you say that?"
"He has the mark of prayer on his forehead."
This is a common characteristic among many herdsmen. The more pious they are, the more obvious their seals are.
Nomads? Which gang in Mumbai has the most nomads? Ron already has a guess.
Things are becoming more and more complicated. First it was the palace, and now it's the gangsters. They all turned their attention to him.
Why? Ron was a little confused.
He thinks he has no deep ties with the gang and no complicated interests, which doesn't make sense.
At this time, there was a response from Anil's walkie-talkie. The people who had just chased the killer said that they had lost him.
The other party was not acting alone, there were at least four people covering him.
It was obvious that this was a long-planned act, not just a whim of some madman.
Ron frowned and patted the front driver's seat, indicating that he should go back first.
After what happened today, he became more cautious.
Mary was right. No matter how anxious the palace was, they couldn't put themselves in danger.
He needed to call Hardhan, as today's business was definitely not over.
Everyone praised, "Dr. Suhr is a good man."
Yes, that's right, he is a doctor.
You can save people or kill people, it all depends on your thoughts.
When Ron returned to the fortress area, before he even got out of the car, he saw a uniformed policeman pacing anxiously at his doorstep.
"Rajesh?" He finally recognized the person in front of him.
"Mr. Sur!" Rajesh ran over. "Quick! Save Anand!"
"Anand?!" Ron was stunned.
"Yes, he's in jail and in a very bad condition!"
"Wait!" Ron was a little confused. "You mean he's in prison?"
"Yes, Arthur Road Prison!"
"Why is it in prison? Isn't it the palace?"
"He's been tortured badly in Arthur Road Prison. I was just transferred there and I just found him today."
"Go in and tell me everything you know!"
He had just returned from Mary's place and had already determined that the culprit for Anand's disappearance was Abu from the palace.
Maybe Anand is being held somewhere by the other party, but Rajesh's arrival shattered these speculations.
Rajesh told Ron that he had just been transferred to Arthur Road Jail as a prison guard in early February.
As for the reason, that’s not the point.
Anyway, after breaking up with his wife, he lost his lucrative patrol job.
It’s inevitable that police officers don’t make money. Prison guards are also police officers.
Rajesh used to deal with Anand often, and influenced by him, he simply moved his drug selling business to the prison.
Where there is demand, there is a market.
His business was so good that he became famous in Arthur Road Jail in just a few days.
Then the previous incident happened. Rajesh himself never expected that Anand would be in jail.
Rajesh had heard about his disappearance, but he didn't pay much attention to it because his wife was divorcing him at the time.
"He was in such a miserable state! You don't know, I almost didn't recognize him. His arm was broken, and those people were afraid of causing a death, so they came to me."
“Rajesh, you’ve been a great help.”
"Sulbai, look at what you said. Anand is also my friend. I can't just stand by and watch him die."
"Go back now and help watch him. I'll take care of the rest. When you're done, tell me which police station you want to go to."
"Oh, Sulbai, you are so loyal!"
Rajesh left happily, but Ron's eyes became colder.
Gangsters, killers, palaces, prisons, Anand, his rage is burning.
Dr. Soul can't always be a nice guy!
He picked up the phone on the table and made a call.
"Aijie, do me a favor."
(End of this chapter)
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