Chapter 223 No One Can Escape
Bang! Bang!
Sarath pulled the trigger without hesitation, and Stanley fell to the ground.
This is not the end yet, his partner can't escape either.
Other onlookers then fired several shots from different angles.
They fired shots and cursed at the same time.
It was as if the people they beat to death were not humans, but animals and garbage.
In order to kill "reasonably", you must first reclassify the souls of those you kill. You must deny that they are living people like you.
Stanley and his partner were lying on the ground, lifeless, but the encounter was not over yet.
A policeman took out a Type 56 submachine gun and a high-powered revolver from the trunk.
They wrapped the body in a handkerchief and stuffed it into the hands of the dead Stanley, then pulled the trigger and fired two more shots.
Then take off the handkerchief and step back.
Click, click, the recorder in the same group took pictures from all angles with professional techniques.
There were pedestrians on the beach in the distance, but they ran away as soon as they heard the first gunshot.
After taking the photos, the police waited there for another quarter of an hour until they were sure that Stanley and the others had no vital signs at all. Only then did they pretend to take the bodies to the hospital.
This was a chance encounter, and Ron was watching from a distance the whole time.
Stanley and his companions did not go to court. After being arrested, they were only briefly interrogated and then taken to a public place and shot.
"Okay, the problem has been solved." Aijie breathed a sigh of relief.
"How many killers like this have been encountered by chance?" Ron was curious.
"They're the twelfth or thirteenth this year."
“I have to say, this efficiency is indeed high.”
It's only February now, and 1994 has just begun. At this rate, at least two hundred gangsters will be encountered each year.
Would Ron sympathize with them?
joke!
Just a few days ago, these killers were targeting him.
Mumbai is a city of sin. When the judicial system that is supposed to maintain order is paralyzed, people give unlimited power to those in power.
Some businessmen were murdered by gangs for refusing to pay ransom. They would ask the ruling party, "Is the government just going to watch us die?"
The political and business circles also held a large meeting on the increasingly rampant extortion problem. The businessmen were angry, but they dared not be too angry. So their speeches at the meeting were both flattering and threatening.
Do you think these businessmen would object to police “chance encounters”?
No, they will support the police even more and gain the power of life and death through extrajudicial executions.
Ron is also a businessman who hates violence, but not encounters with the police.
This city will probably continue to live in panic, and people can only package themselves to be more violent than others.
Newspaper headlines report this violence, Bollywood films portray it, and both gangs and the police are happy to see it happen.
Because of the existence of violence, the power of gangs has been able to grow further. They feed on the fear of the citizens and thrive like fish in water.
Also because of the existence of violence, people, in order to save their lives, make the police's "chance encounters" more reasonable.
The encounter was over, and nothing was left at the scene except a few bullet casings.
Police can kill people in broad daylight without worrying about media coverage.
Those reporters knew the script: Gang members always fired the first shots, and the police retaliated in self-defense.
They never ask for details, just as they never want to delve into the logical loopholes in Indian films.
If you believe media reports of random encounters, you're bound to assume that all gang members are awful gunmen.
On the other hand, the police not only managed to escape unscathed every time, but also happened to kill the suspect every time.
Sure enough, Ron saw the related report in the newspaper the next day.
Aijie and his team "accidentally" encountered some extremely vicious gang members. Their persuasion to "surrender their weapons and spare their lives" was ineffective. The other party continued to fire at them, so they had no choice but to fight back and shoot the criminals.
There were also photos of the "firefight" on the scene in the newspaper, and the Type 56 submachine gun in Stanley's hand was particularly eye-catching.
Aggie told Ron that the weapons police placed next to the person they encountered also hinted at his status in the gang.
If it was just a small fry, they'd leave a six-shooter next to his body.
In contrast, when the small boss was encountered, he had a Mauser rifle at hand.
Truly important figures were buried with submachine guns such as AK-47 or AK-56.
Stanley holds a high position in the Daud Gang. He is responsible for more than a dozen deaths and deserves a grand funeral.
What did the outside world think of this encounter? The public reaction was indifferent, and no one angrily accused the police of being blatant executioners.
Only a few critics criticized, "If it is true as the police claimed, the gangs at that time used such sophisticated weapons, namely the AK-56 rifle with a firing rate of up to 600 rounds per minute and a range of 300 meters.
It's truly remarkable that neither First Superintendent Edge nor Third Inspector Saraska, nor any of the other officers present, were injured. Unless everyone on our force is indestructible."
Ron smiled and put down the newspaper. He had to admit that "chance encounter" was a wonderful mechanism.
If Stanley really died in his hands, Dubai's Shakir might become furious and launch endless attacks.
Their gangs are numbered in the thousands, and for a few hundred rupees they can send their men to use guns to kill people endlessly.
There are so many poor people in Mumbai that someone once tried to kidnap Ron for 200 rupees.
Now the police take action quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, giving the other party no time to react.
Unfortunately, Shakir cannot retaliate against the police, and "chance encounter" is a method recognized by both the black and white worlds.
That’s what we’ll do from now on. Leave all those vicious gang members to Ajie.
He can not only clear obstacles, but also help Ajie accumulate military medals. How wonderful.
I just don't know if the Daud Gang will dare to cause trouble for him again after suffering a big loss this time.
The entire operation resulted in the complete destruction of the team. Three of the five top shooters died, which was enough to teach them a lesson.
Ron threw down the newspaper, waved goodbye, and went out with Anil and the others.
Today he was going to visit Anand in the hospital and bring him a gift.
"How's your recovery going?"
"Freida said I was great last night." Anand shook his head proudly.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Frieda patted him and then laughed without any shyness.
These days were one of the happiest times in her life. Nothing could be more miraculous than finding her husband again.
She has seen too many families broken up around her, and each one has a bad ending, especially for the Dalit caste.
Of course she knew who had helped her, so she chatted briefly and left the ward with a look of contempt.
Anand recovered well. Most of the wounds on his body healed and his round face began to look fleshy.
Only his two arms were still in plaster, so it was not very convenient to move them.
"I feel like the wards here are more luxurious than the Taj Mahal." He looked around the room.
"In terms of price, they are indeed similar." Ron smiled and sat down beside him.
The floor here is covered with shiny tiles, the bathroom has a hot shower, and there is even a fully functional kitchen.
Anand could enjoy a feast every day, sleep for ten hours, and his weight increased visibly.
However, physical injuries can be healed, but damage to the soul is difficult to recover.
The kindness and innocence in his character began to waver: his smile became crippled by the memories of his time in prison.
Although he slept on a mattress so soft it felt like it was about to collapse, he often woke up with his arms flailing and punching, and he could still smell the wet metallic smell of blood from his nightmares.
Just as Anand's chest began to rise and fall faster, Ron held his shoulders.
"Want to go out and relax?"
"What?" Anand seemed to wake up from a dream.
"Can you move now?" Ron looked him over.
"Of course, it was my arm that was injured, not my leg."
"That's perfect. I have a gift for you today. Let's go."
Ron helped him up. Anand could actually jump and run, except for his arms.
He had been in the hospital for more than a week and had long wanted to go out for some fresh air.
Ron prepared an SUV for him, which was spacious and he didn't have to bend down or kneel to get in the car.
"Where are we going?" Anand looked out the window. The houses around him seemed familiar.
"Go to where you were before." Ron gave him a reassuring look.
He said that no one involved in this matter would be able to escape.
After about ten minutes, the car stopped near Arthur Road.
Looking at the familiar buildings, Anand's breathing began to quicken again.
"I told you I'd give you a gift. Wait a little longer, it'll be here soon," Ron comforted him.
In Arthur Road Jail, several wardens who had originally imprisoned Anand in his dormitory were suddenly called to the prison warden's office.
Sitting there was still the same prison officer from last time. He was wearing a uniform and looked very stylish.
"You can be released from prison today. Now pack up and leave."
"Now?" Several dormitory supervisors looked at each other, shocked by the sudden news.
According to their sentences, they will not be released from prison for two years at the earliest.
"Why, are you nostalgic for life on Arthur Road? Do you want to stay here for another ten years?" The prison officer frowned.
"No, no, no, sir, we just think it's a bit sudden." Several people shook their heads quickly.
"Don't worry, someone will pay for your bail. Now get out of here while I'm in a good mood."
"Goodbye, sir!" Several people stepped forward and touched the prison officer's feet.
Watching their departing backs, the prison officer sneered.
In prison, you either eat others or you are eaten.
He touched the envelope in his pocket. Four thousand dollars for four people—a good deal.
The warden also had some personal belongings to take with him when he was released from prison, but Rajesh was very impatient and urged them to hurry up, which was pointless.
The excitement of being released from prison diluted the dissatisfaction in their hearts, and several wardens followed Rajesh to the gate happily.
"That's the car that's picking you up, go ahead." He waved his hand and took two steps back.
"Is this the person sent by Brother Shakir?" Several dormitory supervisors got into the van foolishly without any suspicion.
It's no wonder they let their guard down, as the Daud Gang will indeed host a welcome party for their subordinates when they are released from prison.
Some leaders even had their meals delivered to the prison three times a day. Although they were in prison, it was actually more comfortable than living in the Dabie Mountains.
Their release from prison was even more grand, it would not be an exaggeration to call it a celebration.
It was only after they got in the car that they realized something was wrong. They didn't recognize any of the guys around them.
"You are"
Puff, puff, puff! Before the dormitory supervisors could finish their words, they received a strong anesthetic injection on their necks.
They rolled their eyes and fell to the ground limply.
Rajesh smiled and waved to the car, then leisurely returned to the prison.
Alas, Dr. Sur was too kind and even used expensive anesthetic injections.
But he's a doctor after all, and there's nothing wrong with him liking to give injections.
(End of this chapter)
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