Chapter 287: Slaughter
Johnny and Najir led their men to push open the kitchen door and enter the house. The two servants, the cook and the gardener, had already been subdued. They were tied with ropes and had rags stuffed in their mouths.
There was no sign of Pant in the underground factory, and Johnny had a smooth journey and no one dared to stop him.
As Khad Khan's personal bodyguard and top thug, everyone is afraid of him.
Several people came from the underground factory to the mansion next door, and there were not many people in the house.
Johnny quietly walked up the stairs to Pant's large study and found him sitting in a wing-back easy chair facing the window.
All the guards were stationed outside the mansion, leaving the house unguarded.
A few of them exchanged glances, then surrounded him quietly.
Pant woke up with a start, wanted to scream, and reached for the revolver on the desk.
But Johnny was one step faster. He covered Pant's mouth and pressed his head against the back of the chair.
Two other people grabbed Pant's arms to prevent him from moving, and Ghani found some tape to tie Pant's mouth tightly.
After finishing all this, Johnny stepped out from behind the chair and stood in front of Pant.
He opened his eyes wide and wanted to say something, but the tape blocked his voice and he stammered, unable to be heard clearly.
Johnny stared into his eyes until fear emerged, then he stabbed him in the heart.
Pant's body twitched and struggled, his head trembling slightly and rapidly, but he soon calmed down.
Although he couldn't shout, the screams from hell were heard clearly by everyone.
They pushed Pant's body off the chair and onto the polished floor.
Then Najeer and Ghani led their men and used heavy meat cleavers to chop off Pant's hands, feet and head.
Johnny just watched quietly, and for the first time after several months of being eager for revenge, his heart felt at ease.
That was his father, his family.
An eye for an eye, blood for blood.
Pant's bodies were scattered around the mansion, just as their comrades were scattered by helicopter rockets.
The guards were slow to realize what was happening and only discovered the abnormality at this moment.
But it was too late, Johnny and the others had already taken out their prepared AKs.
They didn't want Pant to die too easily, so they chose to use a knife.
Now I have no worries and naturally start practicing American Iai.
The mansion was severely damaged, with chandeliers, artworks, paintings, and porcelain all broken into pieces.
Seven or eight guards were also not spared. They were Pant's diehards.
Johnny knew that Pant had been dissatisfied for a long time, and he joined in at the beginning because he was left with no other choice.
His pharmaceutical business was embezzled by Khad Khan, and he still feels resentful about it today.
After learning of Khad Khan's plan at a meeting, he thought the underground black emperor was crazy.
That was completely out of control. He was convinced that Khad Khan would lose all his career, money, and power in the mafia.
He thought Khad Khan was spending too much time on the war back home and everything related to it.
He also knew that Khad Khan had planned his future affairs in Mumbai and his future business territory.
Therefore, before Khad Khan left Mumbai, he contacted Baba Yang through the Dawood Gang.
He had been waiting for this day for a long time. As long as the terrifying underground black emperor was in Mumbai, no one could do anything to him.
Khad Khan and Dawood are very similar, they are both gangsters and are equally powerful.
One is in Babayang, which is his sanctuary. The other is in Mumbai, which is his kingdom.
If you want to break their golden bell, you must get them off the throne.
Khad Khan had completely walked into a trap, and he actually went to the graveyard of empires.
It was his hometown, yes, but it was also full of dangers.
In a sense, Pant succeeded, but he failed to hear the "good news" with his own ears.
He was sitting here waiting for a call from the north. There was a rumor that they had some information.
In the end, I didn't get a call, but Johnny did.
The group did not stay long. They left the mansion and went to hunt down Pant's followers.
This is a factional fight within the gang, and Pant will not be the only one to die.
Ron only learned the details of the fight two weeks later, as he focused on the parallel justice system.
Anil, the debtor who owed the judge money, was personally on the scene. Perhaps he had heard something and had left his shop in Dharavi early and gone into hiding.
But as long as they are in Mumbai, no one can escape Ron's eyes, and there are plenty of gangsters around who are willing to come to him and tip him off.
The man, Shaikh, was hiding in a slaughterhouse in the slums near Madanpur.
Coinciding with the Eid al-Adha celebrations by herders, thousands of cattle and sheep are brought to Madanpur in central Mumbai for slaughter over three full days.
Yes, Eid al-Adha is also called the Festival of Sacrifice, which is a festival for slaughtering cattle and sheep.
Shaikh is also a herdsman, and he hopes that the scene of slaughtering the cow will scare the Hindus who come to collect debts.
It’s a pity that this trick didn’t work on Anil. He had killed many people before, so why would he be afraid of killing cows?
Madanpur is also known as "Little Baba Sheep". Hindus are almost extinct here, and it has become the world of herders.
Eid al-Adha is one of the important festivals for herders, which can be roughly explained as follows:
In order to test their ancestor Abraham, Allah ordered him to kill his son as a sacrifice.
Ibrahim took his son to the mountain, closed his eyes and raised his sword. Just as he was about to stab his son, Allah sent an angel to deliver a black sheep to be sacrificed in place of Ibrahim's son.
So the meaning of Eid al-Adha is to offer to Allah what you cherish.
The person who brought Anil and his friends in was the workshop director of a nearby stove parts factory. The rice spoon for the rice cooker that Sur Electric will launch next month will be supplied by this factory.
Someone led a ram to the open space in front of the factory. It was a sacrifice specially offered to Allah by the workshop director to express gratitude for having almost escaped the extortion of the gang this year.
The gang members called the workshop director and came to the factory to look for him. He was not there at the time, so the gang members told his workers: If you want to survive, you must pay two lacs immediately.
In the end, it was Anil who helped him solve the problem. With just one phone call, those thugs never dared to come to his house again.
The children were led by their mother to the open space, "They should also be allowed to see it for themselves," said the workshop director.
The ram was thrown to the ground, its head pulled back, and its limbs tied. A child, one year old, was carried by an adult and placed on the ram's back, but was quickly taken down.
The dignified priest asked who was going to make the sacrifice. The crowd handed him a piece of paper, and he read out the seven names listed on the paper, and then chanted the mantra.
Usually one ram can be sacrificed for seven children at the same time, which in a sense saves costs.
The butcher stepped forward and slashed the ram's neck with his knife. Anil stood on the steps, where he had a particularly clear view.
The ram's throat was cut and blood gushed out. The carotid artery, which suddenly turned white due to blood loss, twitched wildly.
The sheep's body was shaking unconsciously, its head was twitching, and its legs were trembling.
"It will take a while for this meat to move." One of the onlookers said to another.
This nervous contraction will continue for more than an hour, even after the lamb is sent to the kitchen to marinate and cook.
It may suddenly spasm on the chopping board, especially the outer muscles.
It’s actually no different from killing someone, Anil thought.
He had seen similar scenes in Uttar Pradesh, except that the people lying on the chopping board were not sheep, but people.
The streets behind the factory were slick with blood; slaughters of sheep and cattle were going on everywhere.
The workshop manager took Anil to a slaughterhouse and pointed to a butcher who was killing cows.
A bull was led to an open field with a rope through its nostrils. People tried to overturn the bull by tying its limbs and pushing it hard.
But once the bull fell, it somehow managed to stand up again. But it was outnumbered and stumbled to the ground.
A man stepped forward and closed its mouth. The butcher held a 30-centimeter-long knife in his hand. A crowd gathered around, including many young children.
Today was the first day of Eid al-Adha, and it was still early. The bull resisted for a moment, then let out a mournful cry from deep in its throat.
Then, with a flash of the blade, the butcher's neck was swiftly severed. The bull's head and body were dragged in opposite directions, the cross-section of its neck completely exposed to the sunlight. Blood gushed out of the artery like a column, staining the butcher's entire body red.
He turned around triumphantly, covered in blood, and looked at Anil and the others provocatively.
It was obvious that he had noticed this place a long time ago and was not afraid of the guests who came to him.
"He is Shaikh?" Anil said expressionlessly.
"Yes, before he became rich, he worked in the slaughterhouse here." The workshop director swallowed.
Anil led his men out of the crowd and walked straight to the butcher. The scene became quiet as people noticed the uninvited guests.
"Do you also want to experience the power of my knife?" The butcher gestured with the butcher knife in his hand and signaled to the helpers around him with his eyes.
He became rich, and his former colleagues, in order to flatter him, stared at Anil and his colleagues with malicious intent.
As a result, Anil quickly reached out and grabbed his wrist and twisted it, and the butcher dropped his butcher knife in pain.
The bloody knife was caught by Anil's other hand before it fell in mid-air.
There was also a flash of knife light, and the butcher screamed loudly.
With a plop, his right thumb fell to the blood-stained ground.
"I'm afraid you'll never be able to hold a butcher knife again." Anil swung the knife in a juggling motion.
"Who are you?" the butcher screamed, kneeling on the ground.
"Are you Shaikh?" Anil lifted his chin with a knife.
None of the onlookers dared to step forward. The man's chopping technique was more skillful than slaughtering a cow.
"I didn't provoke you, why?" Sheikh shouted.
"It's only natural to pay back a debt. You even dare to refuse to pay the judge, boy. Have you never heard of the term 'chance encounter'?"
Fear flashed in Shaikh's eyes. This method of legally executing gangsters was the nightmare of every young gangster in Madanpur.
If it was a homicide, the gangster boss behind it could easily avenge them.
But chance encounters are not included in this category. That is a tacit understanding between the black and white worlds, and death would be in vain.
"I'll pay you back! I'll pay you back today!" Shaikh was afraid that if he shouted too slowly, the knife would stab into his chin.
"Not today, but now!" Anil slapped his face with the bloody knife.
During Eid al-Adha, it would be reasonable to sacrifice a herdsman's finger.
(End of this chapter)
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