Chapter 250: Re-shooting
Ram ran upstairs and broke open a familiar door, and heard a girl's screams from inside.
He covered the girl's mouth and pushed her against the wall.
The door of the room closed and the room became quiet.
Ram gasped and looked towards the crack in the door, his chest heaving violently.
There was another girl beside the bed, holding her head in fear. She was sobbing softly, her eyes full of pleading.
"Shut up!" Ram glared at her fiercely.
The sisters did not dare to resist and could only cover their mouths and shrug their shoulders slightly.
The male gunman ran upstairs and looked around in the corridor. Finally, his eyes stopped on a door with a bead curtain swaying on it.
He pointed his gun at the wooden door and pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang! Bang.
The sound of breaking glass and a girl's screams came from inside the house. As soon as the gunfire stopped, he immediately kicked open the wooden door.
As a result, a girl was pushed out and bumped into the male gunman.
He pushed aside the figure in front of him and raised his gun.
It's too late.
Ram was already aiming at him in the door, bang!
The man was shot and fell to the ground. In his dying struggle, he fired several random shots.
Ram groaned in pain, then emptied the magazine without hesitation.
He originally wanted to keep the person alive so that he could find out the mastermind behind the incident.
Unexpectedly, the gunman was so determined to kill that he fought back at all costs.
This is very unusual. Most of the gunmen in the gang are cowards and incompetent.
It's okay to let them hide behind cover and fire at will, but it's absolutely impossible to expect them to fight to the death.
Even the Indian army doesn't have this kind of quality, let alone these street thugs.
None of the gunmen who ambushed Ram escaped, and all of them were killed in the battle.
They are more like some kind of death-defying warriors who will not give up until they achieve their goal.
Ram paid the price for his hesitation and was shot in the thigh.
He wanted the girl to help him up, but found that she had fallen to the ground and died in the chaos.
"Bastard!" Ram spat.
He had to leave here quickly. Both the local police and the local gangs were very dangerous to him now.
Ram was about to stand up, but suddenly stopped, and two shadows appeared in front of his eyes.
Without any hesitation, he immediately raised his gun.
Bang!
The gun went off, a little too early.
The gun in Ram's hand fell to the ground, and blood gushed out of his shoulder. The wound was very deep.
"Who are you?" He squinted his eyes facing the setting sun.
The man didn't say anything, but raised his gun.
"Brother Anil, let me do it."
The tall figure paused, then moved slightly to the side.
In the dazzling sunset, another slightly thin figure walked forward and squatted.
Ram stared at him blankly, feeling that he looked familiar.
He didn't know the other person's name, but they must have met somewhere.
Muna picked up the gun on the ground, which the gunman had left aside.
Click, he pulled the bolt.
Ram sneered. He didn't beg for mercy, but just stared at that face.
Muna raised the pistol and pointed it at his right eye.
Ram, the "Country Mouse," finally remembered.
He had seen this face, this face that was low to the dust and a pariah.
"Brother, happy wedding!"
Bang!
Ram's eyeballs exploded, black blood flowed out, and covered half of his face hideously.
Muna stood up, threw away the gun, and stood beside Anil silently.
Anil glanced at him, then turned and left, followed by Munna.
That night, the two returned to the manor near the cement factory to meet their mission. Ron and Ratan were waiting for them.
"Is everything finished?"
"No one is alive." Anil nodded.
Ron turned his gaze to Muna again. He was distracted and seemed to have not yet recovered from the shot.
"Muna."
"Yes, Master."
"Go back and have a good rest."
"Thank you, Master." Muna came over and touched feet.
This trip to Chandali was strongly requested by Munna himself.
He was very smart and deduced the next plan from the few words spoken by Ron and Latan.
So he took the initiative and asked Ron to send him to Chandali.
He had never killed anyone, nor had he ever hurt anyone, but this time was an exception.
His relative, his only close relative, his brother, collapsed in front of him.
He couldn't forget it, and countless nightmares made the thought even stronger.
It was because he knew what had happened to him that Ron finally agreed to Muna's request.
Of course, this matter will not be left to him alone, Anil is the main force.
Ron knew that Tilaka from Songla Deba would never miss any possible opportunity.
He will definitely send someone, not just to avenge his son.
Ram was the only son of the Tripathi family. Once he died, the king of Mirzapur had no heir.
A stable kingdom will become internally unstable.
This is a good time for Tilaka to strike, he will bribe the men who work for the Tripathi family.
Then he turned the tables, marched directly north, and captured Mirzapur.
Revenge, expansion of territory, and settling a feud that lasted for more than 20 years, killing two birds with one stone.
Even though he knew that the Sur family had bad intentions, Tilaka couldn't resist such temptation.
As expected, he sent people there, and they waited downstairs of the sisters a few days early.
Keep waiting for Ram to appear, and then wait for the opportunity to strike.
But Sunil and Munna went earlier, and they even saw Tilaka sending a few people.
The two of them had only one task, to finish the job.
Whose gun should be fired? It all depends on who survives in the end.
It can be Tripathi or it can be Tilaka.
In short, no one who holds a gun at the scene will leave alive.
Muna was lucky, he had waited for the opportunity to kill his enemy.
An eye for an eye.
After watching the two leave, Ron and Latan both breathed a sigh of relief.
“Brother, do you really think Tripathi and Tilaka will go to war?”
“It was uncertain before, but once Ram died, there was no possibility of them reconciling.”
Each other's most outstanding heirs died at the hands of the other, and the situation has become a fight to the death.
This kind of thing cannot be concealed. In order to consolidate their rule, the Tripathi family will inevitably launch a bloody revenge.
The only two counties in the east that have mineral resources are going to war with the gangsters in their jurisdictions, which is certainly a good thing for the Sul family.
With these powerful local tyrants around, when will Ron's mining business be able to expand?
He needed a stable East, at least Mirzapur and Sonbhadra did not need a second voice.
"Who do you think will win?" Ratan was still thinking about starting a war.
"It doesn't matter who wins," Ron said calmly.
"Um?"
"It's our turn to take action on the remaining one."
"Wow, man, you have a really bad heart!" Ratan laughed.
"I think this is at least a good thing for the residents of the two areas."
"Oh, you want to pay them again. Brother, you are too kind!"
"You'll have to lead the team then." Ron patted him on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, I guarantee no one will be left alive!"
If things go well, there will be no king of Mirzapur and no tilaka of Sonbhadra.
As long as these two places are unified, the Sur family will become an important force in Uttar Pradesh.
Karim received the call at around 8 o'clock that evening, not long after Anil and Muna returned to the manor.
After hearing the news from Changwudali, he hung up the phone silently without saying a word.
"Magobu, go to Chandali and bring Ram back."
"Yes, boss." Magob retreated. He had heard it and knew that Mirzapur was about to face a bloody storm.
The sound of a wheelchair rolling over the wooden floor came from upstairs. Karin looked up, his eyes trembling slightly.
“Bauji, Ram has been killed.”
The old man in the wheelchair moved his lips but didn't say anything. He took off his glasses, rubbed them, and put them back on.
"People are no longer afraid of us. They need new fears to remember who is the boss here."
"I know." Karin nodded.
Mahkob drove to Chandali overnight. When he arrived, Shabnam's men were gathered nearby, guarding the scene.
As the local boss of Chandali, he got the news before the police.
Makob glanced at the corpses scattered all over the ground and ran straight upstairs without stopping.
Ram had been laid flat on the ground and covered with a jute sheet.
Magob squatted down and uncovered the cloth, his eyes paused slightly.
"This is the gun used by the killer. The bullet matches the gunshot wound on Ram's body." Shabnam handed over a pistol, an imported one.
"Do you know who it is?" asked Macob.
"Over there." Shabnam tilted his head to the side.
The gunman was wearing a veil, which Magob casually removed. His breath caught when he saw the man clearly.
This face looked familiar. They had fought side by side in the past, both working for the Tripathi family.
"I'll tell Kalinbai, thank you for your help." Magob waved his hand and had the bodies, including the gunman, taken away.
After Magob left, Shabnan also withdrew his men from here.
The police will come to clear the rest, and the gangs will be responsible for killing them without burying them.
It was already dawn when we returned to the Tripathi family's estate.
The bodies of Ram and the gunman were placed in the hall, and Karin sat on the chair motionless.
"If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have let him go." Baoji sighed while sitting in a wheelchair.
He regretted that it was he who ordered Tilaka to be released twenty years ago.
After all, he was the adopted son he took in when he was a child, and out of consideration for their old friendship, he did not kill him.
The good intentions of the past have led to the bitter fruits of today. For the first time, the eyes of this old man who was a famous figure twenty years ago were wet.
"Magob." Karin stood up from his seat.
"Boss."
"Gather all the men, distribute all the guns in the factory, and go to Songbadra tomorrow."
"Yes!" Magobu looked up at Baoji, then turned around and went down to make arrangements.
The Tripathi Estate, located in the town of Mirzapur, began to shake its body as if it were a giant beast that had just woken up.
One after another, figures came out of the manor and dispersed in all directions.
Soon, lights came on in other parts of the town amid the barking of wolfhounds.
People were awakened by the fierce banging on the door, and when they heard the heavy footsteps on the street, they silently swallowed the curses that were about to come out of their mouths.
Experienced veterans all know that this is the prelude to a major war.
(End of this chapter)
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