Chapter 220 Killer
Anand has been released from prison, but he was severely tortured. Doctors say he needs at least three months of rest before he can regain normal body functions.
Especially his arm, which was severely fractured. Fortunately, it didn't take too long, otherwise it would be hard to say whether he could eat pilaf with his hands in the future.
Ron told him to rest and wait until he was fully recovered. Rajiv was temporarily in charge of the medicine man's business, and Luca remained in Mumbai.
After leaving the hospital, Ron got in the car again and drove straight to the Bandra Police Station.
Ever since he encountered a killer on the road two days ago, the group he travels with has become larger and larger.
Not only was there a van in front and behind, but there were also taxis mixed in. Outsiders had no idea who his people were.
Ron said that this matter was not over yet, and what he wanted to do most after rescuing Anand was not to seek revenge on the palace.
But to deal with the killer, the gangster really pissed him off this time.
As a businessman, he treats people with kindness, never actively stirs up trouble, and certainly never touches the gang's gray cake.
Apart from his collaboration with Merck, Ron is now involved in legitimate business.
If it weren't for the lack of dollar channels, he would have been the cleanest businessman in Mumbai.
But it's no use. Gangs don't need a reason to cause trouble.
In addition to various illegal businesses, kidnapping and extortion are also a major source of their income.
The key to Ron's safe and sound existence today is the various halos and tacit understanding between the black and white worlds.
But now some gangs can't sit still anymore. They can't help but reach out and want to make a big deal.
There are so many gangs in Mumbai that no more than three of them dared to reach out to him.
Ron had already roughly guessed who it was, and now he needed to make a final confirmation.
When I arrived at Ajie's office, he was dealing with various shooting incidents as usual.
As the most developed city in India, Mumbai is never at peace every day.
"Have you found your friend?" Aijie looked up from his desk.
"At Arthur Road Jail. It was done by the Haines Road Police Station."
"Hains Road?" Aijer frowned.
"The palace." Ron uttered a word softly.
The palace is on Haines Road, only a few hundred meters away from the police station.
"I'm sorry, I can't be of much help." As a police officer, Ajie knew nothing about what his colleagues there were doing.
"It's not your fault. That's not your jurisdiction. You've done your best."
Haines Road is in South Mumbai and Ajay's police station is in West Mumbai. The two have nothing to do with each other.
Especially after he was marginalized by Thackeray, his power and influence have shrunk significantly, and his peers may not give him face.
The Indian police station does not have a computer system, so you cannot just search for the criminal's name.
All case files are kept on paper, and some stubborn policemen do not even bother to register Dalit criminals after arresting them.
In their eyes, the life and death of these insects is not even worth writing a few words about.
Although Ajay took over Anand's missing case, there was no possibility of any progress in the short term.
Fortunately, the person was found, and he could close a copy of his mountain of files.
"So what are you doing here today?" he asked.
"Help me check someone. The Mumbai police station should have records."
"who?"
"A killer, possibly a repeat offender."
Ron took out a sketch that he had specially asked someone to draw.
Many people around him saw the killer that day, so after piecing together the information, they were able to basically restore the man's appearance.
"Looks familiar." Aijie frowned.
"Anil said this killer is definitely not a newcomer and he must have a criminal record in the police station."
"Wait for me." Aijie called an assistant and gave him a few instructions.
Any killer who is responsible for more than two deaths will receive a file in all police stations in Mumbai and will be put on a special watch list.
Sure enough, the assistant was gone for only two minutes and returned to the office with a file.
Aggie opened it, took a look, and handed it to Ron.
"Mohsin, there are seven and a half lives on his body."
"The Bombay police never caught him once?"
"There are five detention records." Aijie pointed to him.
"I don't understand," Ron frowned. "Can a felon like this be released again after being imprisoned?"
"He was released on bail." Aijie said helplessly.
"Bail? A killer can be released on bail?" Ron's eyes widened.
"Yeah, just like you understand. The police will call their boss and ask how much he's willing to pay to keep his killer safe."
"The Indian police are the biggest gang."
"That's because he didn't fall into my hands." Aijie's voice was cold.
“How many policemen like you are there in Mumbai?”
Aijer was silent. He knew Ron was right. The truth was even more cruel than that.
Not only do those cops release murderers, they also bargain with gang leaders for bail.
If the price could not be agreed upon, the police would torture the killer and let the gang leader listen to the whole process until the other party agreed.
"I'll make a copy of this file." Ron shook the document in his hand.
"I advise you not to be so impulsive. You know who he belongs to," Aijie advised.
"Of course, 'Mohsin' is a typical herder name, Dawood's gang."
"They are very powerful in Mumbai," Ajay reminded him.
"I heard that Dawood has escaped to Babayang?"
"His staff is still there, and his left and right deputies have also stayed in Dubai, making it easier to remotely control the operations here in Mumbai."
"Even if you beat them up harder, they won't be able to do anything to you."
"Because I'm a police officer. And besides, didn't you see the police car outside my house? I can't even take my kids to the zoo."
"I know, relax, I'm just giving him a reminder." Ron motioned him to be patient.
"Anyway, if you must take action, send him to me." Aijie sighed.
"Okay." Ron nodded.
He felt Ajie's good intentions. It was only natural for the police to arrest the murderer, and it was also reasonable if there were any accidental injuries in the process.
Back in the car, Ron carefully looked through the file.
The person in the photo was the killer, yes, he remembered that face.
Mohsin was born in the Malpudan slum, where pastoralists gather in Bihar.
The young herders of the entire community were gang members, and every household was like this. They had no money, and they liked to hang out in bars, so the gangs could send them at will.
The lower ranks of the Daud Gang are all young people like this.
The Shiv Sena was right in saying that herders are indeed more likely to commit crimes in slums.
Ron doesn't care about the Daud Gang or the herdsmen. He will kill anyone who wants to mess with him first.
A thief can steal for a thousand days, but you can never be on guard against thieves for a thousand days.
He would rather put the matter of the palace aside and deal with the killer first.
This is a time bomb. If it is not defused, I will be hesitant to do anything else.
Muhsin was not good-looking and it was difficult for girls to like him. Because of his short stature, he was often bullied by his peers when he was a child.
When he grew up, even the nearby gangs were unwilling to recruit him, so he could only smuggle gold near Andheri.
When his wallet is full, he can't wait to go to the bar to spend it.
Later, the Indian government fully liberalized the gold trade, gold smuggling was hit, and Muhsin cut off his source of profit.
To make things worse, he went to Gujarat and robbed a bank, but was caught by the police.
Many media outlets reported the incident at the time, and his photos were posted everywhere.
That was one of the rare highlights in Muhsin's life, and he often boasted about it to others with pride.
After being arrested, he paid a bail of 15,000 rupees and was able to see the light of day again, but the money he robbed from the bank was seized by the police.
While waiting for the trial, his cellmate gave Mohsen a phone number and told him to talk to Shakir.
Shakil was the second-in-command of Dawood State. He admired Mohsin's courage, so it was natural for him to be recruited by him.
Mohsen's first operation was three years ago, targeting a liquor distributor who had been commissioned by his competitor.
Muhsin stabbed him fourteen times, but the man survived and the attempted murder was considered a half-homicide.
Later, he committed more and more murders, but only seven of them were filed.
The Dawood gang is made up of many factions, each of which is unaware of the others' missions. Orders are issued from Dubai, and they simply carry them out.
Mohsin spends around 10,000 rupees a week, a small amount of which he spends on phone calls, 5,000 on hemp, and the rest he sends to his family.
When he was in urgent need of money, he would "take orders" to kill people, paying 20,000 rupees for each life, half of which was paid in advance and the other half was paid later.
After several years, he has become a senior killer in the gang and no longer needs to go to the front line.
There are only two endings for a gang killer: one is to die on the street, and the other is to become a behind-the-scenes person.
Mohsin is on the verge of retirement, his day job now revolving around extortion and kidnapping.
The Daoud gang has a clear division of labor within it, with dedicated personnel in charge of real estate and the entertainment industry, as well as murder, kidnapping and extortion.
For many, the Dawood gang is Mumbai's tax bureau in disguise.
Whether it is the builders, directors, or investors, they all pay taxes to Shakir.
If Dubai speaks, no matter who comes forward to plead, even members of Congress, it will be useless, you must pay the money obediently.
Mohsin recently took on a big job, kidnapping a big shot. The reward was two lacs, and the order came personally from Dubai.
He needs the money because he is getting married and his fiancée is his cousin.
He had to raise enough money for the wedding. Weddings in India are bound to be lavish, and gangsters are no exception.
After completing this job, Muhsin planned to retire completely, not go behind the scenes, but leave the assassin business.
He planned to find a job in a factory and live an honest life. He heard that a company called Sur Electric Appliances was good.
He just didn’t know whether to accept the herders or not. He hated those lunatics of the Shiv Sena.
Because this wasn't a murder, Mohsin didn't do as much research as usual.
He simply inquired about the other party's itinerary, then followed him along the way, preparing to find the right opportunity to kidnap him.
However, the target was very alert and his security team made it difficult to take action.
Muhsin ventured closer once on the street and was immediately noticed.
The taxi suddenly crashed into them, disrupting all their arrangements.
If it weren't for his partner's help, it's hard to say whether he could escape.
Muhsin was furious. He thought kidnapping was too difficult, so he might as well just use a gun next time.
Two days later, the storm had died down and he was ready to discuss the next plan with his partner.
It would be better to ask Dubai to change the order, not kidnapping, but murder, which is much simpler.
Mohsin left his house in Malpdan and was going to a poker club on Grant Road.
That was the meeting place they had agreed to meet. The boss was one of their own, a retired gang member.
But not long after he went out, Muhsin suddenly stopped.
(End of this chapter)
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