Chapter 301: Action
Satish is a short man with stubble, wearing a plaid shirt and jeans, with amulets and rings on his hands. He is about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a strong build, handsome face and bright eyes.
His habitual action was to kiss the amulet on his finger, and he would pray to the amulet before every mission.
All gang members are God-respecting. They are always aware that they are committing crimes and therefore put their lives in the hands of God.
To them, God is the ultimate "Big Brother".
Satish was originally Rajan's man. Rajan Jr. sent two pistols, one for Satish and one for his Sikh friend.
At first they just played with the guns or used them to threaten others.
One day, Satish's girlfriend took him to the temple and tied a red string around his right wrist to ward off evil spirits, saying to him, "Don't do evil."
The next day, Rajan Jr. ordered them to eliminate a herdsman implicated in the bombing. The target, a man in his early thirties, had retired from the mafia and was now devoted to charity, regularly visiting the Chingjeng Monastery for worship.
When Satish went to kill him, he saw anger and fear in his eyes.
Satish raised his right hand. He saw the red string on his wrist and remembered what his girlfriend had told him.
So he switched to shooting with his left hand, but he was not used to it, and the bullet missed and hit his calf, so he turned and ran.
Satish felt a little sympathy for him, as he was just a minor figure in the bombing. If he really wanted to do anything to him, he would definitely kneel down and beg for mercy, but Satish hesitated.
The herdsman ran all the way into his home and Satish stopped because he was afraid of hitting his child.
But the sound of gunfire finally awakened something in Satish's heart. He fired into the air as he walked, and people fled from him.
The mission failed, and the orders from above became more urgent: the herders involved in the bombing must be executed.
The four people, including Satish, had to launch a second assassination attempt.
They were waiting at a crowded bus stop, armed with precision weapons, including 9mm Glocks, Mauser rifles, .38 caliber revolvers and semi-automatic pistols.
The four people set the coordinates on the map, one of them stayed beside the target person, and the others kept an eye on the retreat route.
They hid their weapons in plastic shopping bags, took their positions, and signaled their companions next to the target person.
His companion shot the man in the head, and Satish and his companions fired several more shots to ensure that he was killed, and then fled the scene.
Someone was accidentally hit by a stray bullet. Satish stood there for a few seconds, seeing blood everywhere. The man's head exploded, and his blood was still boiling like water boiled over a gas stove.
Since then, Satish started his career as a killer.
He became cold-blooded and remained indifferent to even the most bloody scenes. Satish believed this was related to his childhood experiences.
When he was seven years old and had just started elementary school, he watched his mother being burned to death, but he still ate chocolate the next day.
His father, a senior tax official, claimed that his wife died by self-immolation, and the police considered him a major suspect.
He was suspended from his job, imprisoned, and served a life sentence. Years later, after repeated appeals, he was finally acquitted by the High Court and released in court.
Satish, who was left unattended, was studying in an English school in Andheri. He had good grades and was always ranked in the top ten of his class.
But the bad things that happened at home made him start making friends with the gangsters in school and getting into trouble constantly.
He once urinated on the blackboard and was suspended from school as punishment. His family tried to persuade him, but to no avail.
Satish started dating a girlfriend but was short of money, so he and his gangster friends resorted to pickpocketing, stealing cars, and even outright robbery.
Sometimes the thefts didn't go well, and they'd get beaten up. If they had guns, it would be different, Satish thought.
Later, he actually got a pistol from a friend in Uttar Pradesh. Satish would look in the mirror whenever he had nothing to do and proudly carry the gun around with him.
As time went on, he became more and more eager to try firing a gun.
Looking back, Satish may not remember the kind of people he made friends with, but he certainly remembers the kind of guns he used.
At different stages of his adult life, he could count every gun that had ever been on his hip, just as other men can hardly forget the women they have been with.
He was in the arms business during the bombings and was arrested by the police for this.
In the cell, the police beat and electrocuted his accomplices in front of him. Satish was so scared that he desperately recited the mantra taught to him by a herder friend.
In the end, he was acquitted, and since then his faith has begun to lean towards Allah.
After being released from prison, he returned to the countryside of Mabang at the persuasion of his family. His grandfather lived in an old house.
Grandpa was a very strict man, and he made Satish do farm work. Satish carried the plow and worked hard every day, but he could not even get enough to eat.
He finally fell ill, and his grandfather refused to buy him medicine. His brother wrote to him again, saying that he had fallen seriously ill while away from home and was temporarily staying in a small hotel, and wanted to see him immediately.
Satish asked his cousin to borrow money for travel and medical expenses, but was refused.
It's a mixed feeling.
When he worked for the underworld, he never had to worry about money and lived a clean life, but he ended up being extremely poor.
So he decisively ran back to Mumbai.
Satish found a job at an air freight company in Mumbai that made a lucrative profit from smuggling.
When he received his first month's salary, Satish bought his father a watch. He still remembers his father's happy look.
Later, Satish had a falling out with his boss and switched jobs to work for his cousin's logistics company.
He had to throw the goods out of the window before the train entered the market tax station in Mumbai, then jump out of the still moving train, holding the smuggled goods, and slip into Mumbai under the noses of the tax collectors.
One day he made a mistake and asked the passenger sitting next to him to push the package out of the window. As a result, the package containing imported saris and machine parts fell under the train and was crushed.
Not only did Satish not get any commission, he also had to pay compensation. He parted ways with his cousin on bad terms and resigned again.
Later, an old friend contacted Satish, who had just been released from prison and had befriended many gangsters in prison.
At his instigation, Satish joined Rajan Jr., who had already fallen out with Dawood.
He began his first murder, and he was not afraid; the sound of the bullets drove away his fear.
After the first bullet rushed out of the gun barrel, his mind became clear and the fun began.
Satish had a "remarkable" record during his time with Rajan Junior: he was convicted of two murders, five attempted murders, and a string of assisting homicides.
Two months ago, he switched to working for the Daoud gang and has carried out thirteen missions in just a few weeks.
With his extremely high killing efficiency, he became the number one killer of the Daud Gang.
The reason why Satish joined the Dawood gang was simple. Apart from the spell, their pay was higher and their weapons were better.
Killers generally have two hobbies: women and guns.
There is a pleasure when the bullet flies out, and this pleasure will become more intense when you see the target fall down.
He enjoyed this pleasure, and after receiving the task from his superiors to seize territory in South Mumbai, he rushed faster than anyone else.
He didn't care about Khad Khan's reputation at all, just a bullet.
Speaking of guns, Satish, who had just finished taking a shower, was slightly excited.
In the evening he will go to the west dock to pick up a batch of goods, which are Beretta pistols imported from abroad, which are very exquisite.
Satish loved the sound of a pistol; there was something unique about the sound.
The sound of an AK-47 or other precision weapons does not have this characteristic, just as big-name singers have different timbres.
Satish prefers pistols to fully automatic rifles.
After taking a shower, he called a few partners and took a three-wheeled tuk-tuk to the west pier.
The back seat of a tricycle can accommodate eight people sitting opposite each other, and the front seat can accommodate three to four people, depending on the driver's wishes.
The traffic was a bit heavy, but Satish told the driver to speed up.
Whether it was a car, a person, or a cow, in Satish's eyes, they were all obstacles. He kept saying to the driver, "Don't be afraid, pass him and squeeze him out of the way."
He never knew what retreat meant, and he was reckless in nature.
In the evening, Satish and his men knocked on the wooden door of a warehouse near the dock.
The door creaked open, revealing Kalma's figure inside.
"Brother!" Satish saluted respectfully.
Kalma is the finance minister of the Daud gang. The killers' salaries, activity funds, weapons and equipment are all paid through him.
"Come in, don't show off like that, the police are looking for you."
"Brother, they just want to make some money from you." Satish didn't care.
"The goods are in the box, please count them."
"Okay!" Satish led people into the house.
The wooden door of the warehouse closed, the afterglow of the setting sun gradually sank into the sea, and the dock was shrouded in shadow.
There were shadows swaying in the distance, and they approached cautiously, hiding their bodies under the eaves.
The leader was Johnny. The New Federation had been following Satish for a long time, and today they finally got the chance for him to leave Malpudan.
He is a man on the Federation's kill list, and several good fighters in the gang have been killed by him.
Johnny led the team himself. He was the number one fighter under Had Khan and was good at fighting.
Sanjay glanced cautiously around the warehouse, then gestured to Johnny and touched his neck.
His eyes were full of desire, the desire to kill.
Johnny sighed in his heart. Today's operation was also organized under Sanjay's strong insistence.
Since the death of Khad Khan, the Union has become less stable, even though he has eliminated dissidents.
The Walidelara gang, led by Chuha, made a fortune from Baifen and videotapes, which greatly stimulated the leaders of the Federation.
Johnny knew that the rules left by Khad Khan would not last long.
The model of Chu Ha and his gang is the path that all gangs will follow in the future. This is the general trend.
Drugs, women, videotapes, there's too much profit in it.
And if the money piles up high enough, it becomes something like a political party: it brings as much good as harm.
It concentrates too much power in too few hands, and the closer people get to money, the dirtier it becomes.
If Johnny disagrees with Sanjay's approach, someone else will make the decision for him.
Fate always gives people two paths, one is the path they should take, and the other is the path they actually take.
He wanted to wait, waiting for Ron and the new superintendent to take action.
but.
Under Sanjay's eager eyes, Johnny finally nodded.
Several people behind them took out their pistols from their waists, and some held daggers tightly, tiptoeing towards the warehouse.
There was a lookout at each corner of the room. With the help of the shadow of the alley, the members of the Federation went around behind them and easily took care of them.
Johnny made a few gestures, and everyone nodded their heads slightly to show their agreement, and then started to act.
(End of this chapter)
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