Chapter 249 Ambush
Chandauli district is located in the easternmost part of Uttar Pradesh and borders Bhagalpur in Bihar.
The county has a population of about one million, no industry, and relies entirely on agriculture for development. It is one of the most backward counties in India.
People here are poor, poorer than in most parts of Uttar Pradesh.
But the people here have developed the habit of smoking opium. Yes, not hemp, but black opium.
This thing is even more addictive, and once you get addicted to it, you can hardly live without it.
Ram drove his truck along the country road of Chandauli. Ragged farmers could be seen everywhere on both sides of the road, lying on the grass and smoking.
Some people get so high from smoking that they dance and jump on the spot, crying and laughing.
"Rambai, these guys can't survive without our opium." The little follower Jacob leaned against the car window and laughed.
"With the life they lead, they will go crazy if they don't do something exciting." Ram shook his head proudly.
The Tripathi family also has a business in Chandauli, not in arms, but in opium.
The profit of this kind of thing is higher than that of a homemade pistol, so there is certainly no reason for them to let it go.
There was a pile of carpets in the back of the truck that Ram was driving.
It wasn't just any carpet; it was just a cover. In the cracks, there were long, flat strips of dark chocolate.
People on the street don’t say opium directly, but use dark chocolate as a substitute.
You know what, judging from the color, that thing does look very similar to dark chocolate.
When sold retail, opium is made into round pieces, some as big as a scone and some as small as a coin.
For example, the long strips sewn into carpets are all wholesale goods.
In addition to coming to Chandauli to collect truck parts, Ram also sold a batch of black chocolate.
It’s true that this place is very poor, but the poorer the place, the better the sales of dark chocolate.
The farmers lying on the roadside spent almost all their savings on buying dark chocolate.
"Bang!" Suddenly a gunshot rang out not far away.
Ram and his friends were startled, thinking that someone was robbing them.
After seeing clearly, I found that several people were holding guns and walked into a house in the village.
Their swaying steps seemed as if they were hunting.
There was a man kneeling on the ground with his hands clasped together and a pleading look on his face.
Bang! The man fell.
A child ran by, and boom! The tiny figure flew out.
The old man sat on the chair with a blank look in his eyes.
With a puff, a knife was stabbed into her chest.
A half-grown boy rushed over from a distance, shouting. Bang! Bang! The sound suddenly stopped, and everything was settled.
The women were taken apart separately, and the group took off their clothes and then took turns approaching them.
After they were done, they raised their guns and fired a few shots, and there was no one left standing in the house.
From inside to outside, from young to old, there were more than a dozen people everywhere.
"Their guns seem to come from our factory?" The little follower Jacob found something interesting.
"Yaar, it's our gun, there's absolutely no problem with the quality." Ram shook his head disapprovingly.
He didn't understand what his father Karin was so nervous about. Look, this group of people fired more than ten shots, and not a single one exploded.
"The bullets are fine too, they kill with one shot." Another follower commented.
"Many of them are original goods from the police, so of course there is no problem."
"But isn't that too many people being killed? The police have a monthly death quota." They know all about these things.
"I heard there was a driver here who killed his master in the city and absconded. This should be the one."
"Ah~ That's damn right."
When serving in India, the first thing you have to do is to tell your master which village you are from, where you live, and how many people are in your family.
Only after the master has verified the specific circumstances will he believe in the servant's loyalty.
Why? Look at the dozen or so people who were just killed. This is the reason.
Once a servant defected, the master would kill the entire family without mercy.
If they don't do this, how can they consolidate the foundation of their rule?
The driver who killed his master was challenging the entire ruling system of India.
No one, including his master, neighbors, or other villagers, would sympathize with them. Even the family itself would feel that their family had committed a grave sin.
In most cases, no inhumane guy would dare to betray his master.
However, in a cage of a billion people, there will always be one or two outliers.
Today's scene of annihilating an entire family is not something you see often.
"Rambai, there seem to be policemen ahead," the little follower Jacob suddenly pointed to the distance.
"Huh?" Ram looked up and saw a police motorcycle parked in front of the dirt road.
The policeman was standing in the middle of the road with a bamboo stick in his hand, signaling Ram and the others to stop.
Ram patted the back wall of the cab without even turning his head. "You bastard, there are police. Get ready."
This is Chandauli, not Mirzapur.
The Tripathi family cannot reach that far, and the local police can easily stop them.
"What's in the truck?" A policeman wearing sunglasses walked forward and knocked on the car door with a bamboo stick.
"Carpet, sir." Ram smiled.
"Get out of the car and open it for me to see." The policeman tilted his head.
He was originally here to keep watch. After the massacre was over, as a policeman, he would take a photo and write a report to be done with.
The general content is that multiple deaths occurred in a certain village and the cause is unknown.
Of course the police know how to write a report after receiving bribes from others.
However, there was a truck from another place on the road, which was a pleasant surprise.
Usually, if the other party is sensible, a bribe is inevitable.
"Sir, it's just a carpet." Ram was very reluctant.
"I told you to open it and show me." The police pointed at him with a bamboo stick.
"Okay." Ram got out of the car.
Arriving at the back of the truck, the police knocked on the back with a bamboo stick and shouted, "Open the door!"
The two minions in the car were desperately trying to stuff the problematic carpet into the back.
Many police officers can smell the smell of dark chocolate, so they have to hide it.
"Open the door!" the police knocked on the door again.
Ram, who was standing behind him, cleared his throat, then looked at his follower Jacob, and they both reached behind their waists at the same time.
"Why did it take so long? Open the door!" The police knocked even harder.
Click, there was a slight sound of a gun bolt, and Ram had already raised the gun.
Just as the police were about to climb into the car, the back of the truck suddenly opened.
The two minions squatted there, panting.
"What took you so long to open the door?" the policeman asked.
"We fell asleep, sir," the minion replied.
"Why are your faces so sweaty?"
"It's too hot in the car, sir."
The policeman pushed the carpet with a bamboo stick and asked, "Why is it so hard?"
"This is an old carpet," Ram, who had put away his gun, stepped forward. "Sir, I also buy second-hand carpets."
He calmly handed over a few rupees. Of course, it would be best if there was no need to use a gun.
Judging from the policeman's attitude just now, Ram thought he had received some news.
I casually stuffed the rupees into my pocket and the police waved the bamboo stick, "Let's go!"
Ram and his companions got into the car, then quickly started the car and left.
"Bastards, if you had opened the door a little later, that guy would have died." Ram cursed behind him.
"Rambai, there's a lot of goods this time, so it took some time." The minion explained.
"Luckily he's a normal police officer who accepted bribes, otherwise we would have to go home now."
Before coming out, Ram made a promise to his father that he would complete the task perfectly.
This was the first time he had completed the family business independently. If he did a good job, Kalin would give him more power in the future.
Ram wanted to prove himself that he was a worthy heir and the future king of Mirzapur.
The dark chocolate trade went smoothly. The head of Chandauli was called Shabnam, and he and Karim had known each other since their early years.
Shabnam originally wanted to invite Ram to his place and entertain him well.
But Ram was thinking about a pair of sisters in the town to the north, so he didn't stop and continued driving north.
As it was getting dark, they arrived at the small town, which was bustling with people coming and going.
Ram had been here several times and he walked straight to the milk tea stall downstairs of a building.
“How are you, Tribhuvan.”
"I'm fine, sir, long time no see." The stall owner quickly bent down and touched his feet.
"So," Ram pointed upstairs, "I went upstairs?"
"Sir, wouldn't you like a cup of milk tea?" the stall owner asked tremblingly.
"I'll come down in two hours." Ram shook his head.
The followers around him burst into laughter. The sisters spent an hour each, which was just right.
The stall owner forced a smile and handed over a brown ceramic cup. "This is freshly made buttermilk. Would you like to try it? Rambai."
His hands were shaking badly, and the smile on his face seemed a little stiff.
But Ram, whose mind was full of women, did not notice this.
He waved his hands eagerly and stepped onto the stairs, "Give it to Jacob and the others."
Suddenly, a woman in a sari with a child stood up behind the stall owner.
She has a gun in her hand, aiming at Ram.
"Rambai!" The little follower Jacob rushed over.
Bang! The gun aimed at the chest went off target, and Ram was shot in the arm.
Ram's men reacted and pulled out their guns to fight back.
The woman with the gun was almost instantly shot to death, and the child next to her was also killed.
Bang! Bang! Two of Ram's minions who were fighting back were shot and fell to the ground.
Jacob looked back and saw that there was also a woman shooting with a gun at another stall behind them.
Damn, they're all women.
In order to lower Ram's vigilance, the gang sent out women who looked harmless as killers.
Ram, who was lying on the stairs, raised his gun and pulled the trigger repeatedly, quickly killing the woman behind Jacob.
"Rambai, this is an ambush!" Jacob bent down and dodged.
"Bastard! Who is it?!" Ram was in so much pain that he couldn't even hold the gun in his hand.
"Run! This is not our territory." Jacob helped Ram up and prepared to return to the truck.
They had just taken a few steps when two men with guns appeared across the street.
besides!
This group of killers took double insurance, in addition to women, there are also men.
At the critical moment, Ram pulled Jacob over to block him.
Bang! Bang! Blood burst out from Jacob's chest.
Using him as cover, Ram quickly fired back, killing one of the two men.
"Lalambai." Jacob fell on the stairs, spitting out blood from his mouth.
Ram didn't even look at them and fled upstairs. His arm was injured, so he could only use the terrain to deal with the remaining killer.
The only remaining killer chased up the stairs without hesitation.
The order he received was to leave no one alive and to succeed, not fail.
The streets below were littered with dead bodies, and all the passers-by in the town had long since fled.
Suddenly, two more figures stood out.
One tall and one short.
The tall one was in his twenties, with an upright figure, while the shorter one was eighteen or nineteen, still a bit childish.
(End of this chapter)
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