Chapter 222 "Encounter"
Stanley had been to jail before and had been beaten up many times.
However, after beating him up, most of the police would take the initiative to contact Dubai and ask them how much they were willing to pay to buy the lives of their men.
Bandra Police Station was very different. Stanley was tortured right after he came in and hadn't said anything yet.
They pulled over two chairs, placed them facing each other, and placed iron bars on the backs of the chairs.
Then they bent Stanley's body, handcuffed his hands and feet and hung him on an iron bar.
Stanley was like a roasted suckling pig hanging upside down in the air, allowing the police to kick and hit him back and forth, swinging back and forth on the stick.
They also used matchsticks to hold his eyelids open to prevent him from sleeping, clamped his fingers, earlobes, and lower body with clips, and administered electric shocks.
His scarred body trembled under the impact of the twelve-volt voltage, and the handle of the portable generator turned mercilessly, sparks flying.
Electric shocks can drive people crazy, especially for someone like Stanley who lives behind the scenes.
In order to completely break down his psychological defenses, Aggie ordered his men to take out a sharp knife and a lemon, and then cut the lemon on his head.
Looking at the police approaching with a knife, Stanley screamed in horror when the lemon was cut and the juice splashed all over his head and face.
No one wants to experience that feeling, the subtle tingling, the cold liquid, as if it were cutting open his skull.
Various methods were used one after another, and the moment they stopped, Stanley told them everything he knew.
When Ron arrived, the two gang killers were hanging on hooks like dead pigs.
They were covered in blood, with blood still oozing from their arms and legs, and the police had no intention of removing the two bullets.
"How is it, any gains?" Ron asked.
"I've told you everything." Aijie picked up the cup and took a sip.
"Is it Shakir?"
"You guessed it?" Aijie was a little surprised.
"I just called over there." Ron shrugged.
"That's pretty much it. Dubai ordered your kidnapping and a ransom of 100 lacs."
"That's a lot of money, 10 million rupees."
"You know, the Dawood gang has been on the move lately, and many businessmen in Mumbai have been blackmailed by them."
"What happened?" Ron was curious.
"Dawood has pretty much broken off relations with Mumbai, and his family, including Shakeel's two daughters, have all gone north to Babayang.
They left their homes, hid like rats, and finally had to live under the roofs of others. They resented the Indian government and instructed their subordinates: "Don't be polite to anyone."
Ron nodded thoughtfully. No wonder his reputation as "Dr. Sur" wasn't working anymore. The Daud Gang was now acting with no scruples.
He recalled the reminder given by Finance Harus two months ago, when merchants in Mumbai were frequently harassed.
I guess the fact that he waited until today to be found means he is considered a "big fish" in the eyes of the Daud Gang.
"By the way, did your friend have their share too?"
"Huh?" Ron looked up.
"The higher-ups on both sides of the palace seem to have reached a consensus to teach you a lesson. One will take out your most capable henchman, while the other will take care of you."
Ron held his breath, then sneered. He really thought highly of him.
"I'm not sure about the palace, but they probably bribed the police to keep this a secret. There are also Daud people in the prison, and your friend must have received a lot of care."
"So the two gangs have joined forces?" Ron suddenly realized.
"At least there's some kind of tacit understanding."
"I don't understand why. I have almost no conflict of interest with them."
"The Daoud Gang has extorted most businessmen, famous and unknown. You can't be an exception. Do you understand?"
This is the contradiction, especially when Daud was driven to Babayang, he needed a big enough target to "establish his authority".
Sometimes it's like this, you think you are harmless and no one will bother you, but the fact is not so.
"As for the palace, I heard that the woman is crazy. Jealousy is enough to destroy a woman's mind."
"I didn't expect that even being a good person would attract so much hostility." Ron sighed.
"It's not your fault. This city is terminally ill." Ajie comforted him.
"Demons are dancing wildly."
You have no idea when you will become a thorn in someone's side, and you have no idea when the hidden arrow from behind will shoot you.
"What will you do with these two people?" Ron looked at the two Daudbang killers.
"Follow the rules of the underworld." An inexplicable look flashed in Aijie's eyes.
"Brother Shakir will bail me out! Five lacs? Or ten lacs? You call him!" Stanley suddenly shouted.
"I don't have a 'bail' option here." Ajie remained unmoved.
"I've already been in court, don't even think about 'running into' me!" Stanley struggled and shouted.
This is an iron rule followed by both the black and white worlds: if the judge has seen the suspect during the trial, he will not disappear as long as he is in custody for one day.
"You haven't figured it out yet. Your last court appearance was six months ago. What does that have to do with this arrest?"
"No! The last case was not concluded yet and I was released on bail!" Stanley suddenly became extremely frightened and struggled desperately.
Even the other partner who hadn't said much started yelling and shouting, very scared.
"What's a 'chance encounter'?" Ron asked quietly.
"A special extralegal method." A gray light flashed across Aijie's eyes.
Encounter, what a harmless-sounding word, just like bumping into someone while taking a walk in the park.
But in Mumbai, encounter refers to extrajudicial killings, where someone is murdered on the spot by the police without a trial.
Ron guessed something, but said nothing.
"Let's go, this needs to be done quickly." Aijie decided to act immediately.
The two men hold high positions in the Daud gang. According to the files, they are two of the five top gunmen in the gang.
Oh, yes, Mohsin too, he had already lay down.
In order to prevent Shakir from getting the news in advance and then bribing higher-ups in the police force, Aij must meet him quickly.
The two prisoners struggled to be stuffed into the police car, and Ajie climbed into the passenger seat.
Ron followed in his own car, and there was no need to hide this matter from outsiders.
It was getting dark outside and the convoy headed straight for Bandera Beach.
There are relatively fewer people there, making it a great place for a chance encounter.
It’s only a few kilometers away and can be reached in twenty minutes.
There is a grassland around it with few pedestrians, and the Arabian Sea is in the distance.
Stanley and his partner were dragged out of the car, struggling and twisting their bodies.
Several policemen were pointing and talking in the open space, discussing where to place the criminal and where they would shoot.
Rehearsing for murder is a bit absurd.
"Just stand here and don't move around. Bullets don't have eyes." Aijer signaled Ron not to get too close.
"Are you sure this is okay?"
"Sometimes you have to be like this, our justice system favours criminals and it's emboldening for them and it's very demoralising for the police.
A killer from the Daoud gang was arrested for murder, and the case went to trial four years later.
The witness was threatened by the gang and changed his testimony. You watched as the murderer was acquitted and was about to go out and endanger society again.
Instead of punishing the accused, the court allowed him to be released on bail.”
Ron understood this point well. Just before leaving, Stanley was clamoring to pay bail.
If it were in other police stations, these killers with countless bloody crimes would probably be acquitted.
What they really fear is not being caught, but being encountered by chance.
To put it bluntly, "chance encounter" is purely a helpless act after the loss of judicial credibility.
The probability of Ajie convicting gang members he has arrested over the years is no more than 10%.
Powerful prisoners who can afford the bail or hire a good lawyer do not have to spend a whole day in jail.
This was very frustrating for the selfless Ajie.
He knew that a “chance encounter” was against procedure, but in a place like Mumbai, a simple and rough pest controller was needed.
Yes, the police officer responsible for the encounter is the pest controller.
Saraska is the pest expert and he is Aggie's most capable gunman.
He arrived a little late because he had just gotten out of trouble.
But as soon as he arrived, someone handed him two boxes of candy, which were celebratory candies.
Saraska was acquitted two days ago in a case involving a chance encounter with gang members, which was a bit of a surprise.
The gang member originally planned to escape from Mumbai, and he asked his eldest brother, eldest sister-in-law, sister and youngest brother to get into the car together.
Their car was stopped at an intersection by Saraska and his team, and the family was forced to get out of the car.
The gang member's sister knew what was going to happen and she threw herself to the ground, begging the police "not to kill him."
Saraska ordered the siblings to be separated and shot the gang member in front of their family.
His family testified and accused Saraska of taking human life.
But the family eventually dropped the case because Saraska threatened the sister: You already have one brother dead, do you want the remaining one to lose his life too?
So the brother, sister and sister-in-law of the person who was met by chance all changed their statements, and four identical new testimonies were presented in court: what we said before was not true, and what we saw before was not true either.
This is Mumbai, justice is gone.
Every police officer present came over to shake Saraska's hand and congratulate him: "Congratulations!"
One of them even said in Marathi: "Soon, you can start killing again."
Sarath listened to the "blessings" with a smile on his face. As a well-known pest expert in Mumbai, he looked very kind and like a decent engineer.
"Is there a problem?" Aijie came over and asked him.
"No problem, anytime." Sarathka shook her head.
He untied a black leather bag from his waist and unzipped it, revealing a brown-handled six-shooter revolver carved with patterns of Norse gods.
The barrel is made of fine steel, with the "Titan Tiger" mark on it, and the words "38 caliber" and the place of origin of the gun engraved underneath: Miami, Florida.
The guns encountered were all specially made, and even the bullets were specially registered.
Stanley was so frightened that his whole body trembled as he watched Saraka walk over.
"I have a child, sir. Please spare my life. I will do whatever you say. I can be your informant, really, anything."
Sarath raised his gun and took aim.
(End of this chapter)
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