Chapter 325: Catch Them All
Tilaka has been traveling to Lucknow frequently recently, and he is also very interested in the minerals in his territory.
There's no way around it. The Suer family has made a fortune, and everyone who sees them would be jealous.
He originally looked down on coal, lime and other things, just a piece of it on the side of the road.
The investment is too huge and troublesome, and there is no way to make money as quickly as illegal business.
But the industrial center north of Mirzapur shocked him.
This thing may seem slow, but once it reaches a certain scale, the money will flow like water.
Hemp, opium, smuggling, these businesses are nothing compared to the cement factory.
Tilaka was tempted. He heard there were several mines in his territory. He thought it would be easier to make money by mining a few than by smuggling.
The scale does not need to be as large as Sur’s. One tenth of it is enough for Tilaka to have enough food and drink.
He didn't set his sights on the Sur Cement Factory because he knew he couldn't afford to offend.
However, there is no problem in competing for the Songbadra mine, as it is something that is on his lips.
Of course, in order to avoid misunderstandings, Tilaka just went to visit Ron and explained why he was doing this business.
The result was very good. The Suer family was not aggressive, nor did they overbearingly forbid him from interfering in the mining business.
Tilara felt relieved. He had dinner at Ron's manor and stayed until dark.
The sleek Ambassador sedan drove south along the dirt road.
The road was bumpy and the violent shaking almost made Tilaka vomit.
It would be great if the Sur family could build a cement road here as well. But once he has a cement factory, he can also build it himself, Tilaka thought happily.
"How long?" He patted the back of the front driver's seat.
"Boss, cross the next intersection and drive for another half an hour."
"Hurry up." Tilaka urged.
The driver stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward.
When I reached the intersection, suddenly a strong light came from the left.
Tilaka subconsciously raised his hand and squinted his eyes, but it was all in vain.
Boom! A violent collision sounded in my ears.
The Beetle-like Ambassador car was directly knocked away and turned several times in the sky before falling down.
Parts jingled and fell to the side of the road, the car's shell shattered and stained red.
The Hundred Ton King, with its powerful light, slowly approached the wreckage of the car. The car door opened, and Karin jumped out, followed by Markbu.
"Go and have a look." He tilted his head.
Markbu came forward with a submachine gun, walked to the driver's cab and looked inside.
The four or five people inside were covered in blood, and Tilaka's neck was drooping on the seat at a strange angle.
Markbu nodded to Karin, indicating that there were no survivors.
"Ram, you can rest in peace." Karin sighed.
He drove this heavy truck himself with the purpose of killing his enemy.
He never forgot Ram's blood feud, he just couldn't find the opportunity. Tilaka hid in Songbadra, his whereabouts were elusive.
After receiving a call from his subordinates tonight, Karin hurriedly brought Markbu here without having time to prepare manpower.
"Boss, what should we do here?" Mark asked.
"Don't worry, this is Mirzapur territory, the police know what to do."
The two men turned around and prepared to drive the truck away, but after taking only two steps, they suddenly stopped.
At some point, several people were already standing in the darkness on both sides of the road.
They were masked, all holding AK-47s, and some even had "cantaloupes" hanging around their waists.
"Bastard!" Karin gasped, knowing he had been fooled.
Markb moved faster and raised the submachine gun in his hand.
Bang! Bang!
The gun in the masked man's hand was even faster, and after a burst of crackling, there was no one standing in the middle.
A slightly thin figure came forward and looked down. Karin was spitting out blood, but he was not dead yet.
Muna took off his mask and smiled.
"You you are..." A mumbling sound came out of Karin's mouth, and the rising blood blocked his throat.
"Hello, King of Mirzapur, nice to meet you." Muna put the gun against his forehead with a smile.
"Susur" Karin seemed to remember something.
"That's right." Muna pulled the trigger.
Bang! Another big landowner died at his hands.
"Brother Anil, what should we do here?" he asked, turning around.
"That's it. The Mirzapur police know what to do. The important thing is to let that Yadav know that two people died here."
"Okay." Munna stood up and left with Anil and the others.
He has something else to do tomorrow, he has to go to Songbadra to attend a rally, the theme of his speech is:
“Uttar Pradesh, no crime!”
The deaths of Tripathi and Tilaka have caused a huge uproar in Purvancha district.
They are very famous in the East, like gang leaders.
Especially the Tripathi family, their arms business even reached the neighboring state of Bihar.
In North India, the arms business has always been booming, with thugs often parading around the streets with pistols strapped to their chests.
When they couldn't pay, the Tripathi family would give them money on credit, and then slowly repay them after the thugs went out to kill or rob people and make money.
Over time, the small gangs in the northern part of Pufancha District began to follow Karin's lead.
In the filthy land, everyone has heard of his name, which is as famous as thunder in their ears.
As a result, this big boss who was once a powerful figure in the east died just like that, on a dilapidated dirt road.
The Tilaka family buried with him was also very important. In terms of strength, it was second only to the Tripathi family.
Their bodies were not found until noon the next day. When the police arrived at the scene, they only saw a few black objects.
They were flies, densely packed. If you got closer, you could see a black mass slowly moving.
Gupta from Mirzapur police station almost vomited. He was pale, sweating and very panicked.
"The world is going to be in chaos now!" He was so worried that he didn't know how to deal with the matter.
The simultaneous deaths of two regional overlords has triggered countless conflicts.
The power vacuum left by Mirzapur and Songbadra will inevitably lead to a bloody struggle.
The most important thing is that his former backer, Kalin, has fallen.
He has a lot of leverage in the other party's hands, and he doesn't know if he can get it back.
Vendetta? Money? Land grab? Countless speculations flashed through his mind.
Gupta is not stupid, he has many years of experience in the industry.
Judging from the scene, there was indeed a gunfight between Kalin and Tilaka.
But it is impossible for the entire army to be wiped out at the same time and no news of it to get out.
There must be a third group of people, they are the orioles hiding in the dark.
Who are they? What's their purpose? Do they have evidence against me?
"Quick! Go and seal off Tripathi Estate!" Gupta jumped up and ran towards the town.
Hopefully, it's not too late. He needs to clean up his mess before other forces intervene.
Of course, the Tripathi Estate itself is a temptation. After generations of operation, no one knows how much wealth has been accumulated.
When Karim was there, no one dared to move. Now that he is dead, the Tripathi family has fallen apart in an instant.
As a police officer, it's reasonable to search, ugh, seal off, and seal off the crime scene.
He is determined to take over the Tripathi family’s wealth!
A rumbling motorcycle stopped in front of the police station. Gupta jumped off and prepared to go in for help.
As soon as I arrived at the office door, I saw a strange figure sitting on my chair.
"Is that Director Gupta?" the man asked with a smile.
"How did you get in? Kishan! Kishan! Where have you been, you bastard?" Gupta roared.
He felt vaguely familiar with the person before him, but he was also certain that this was their first meeting.
"Don't get so excited, they were just asked to go out for a cup of tea and will be back soon."
"Who are you?" Gupta's back was soaked.
It was so quiet! In such a large police station, there was not a single sound.
"You can call me Anil, sit down." He pointed to the chair in front of the desk.
Gupta was extremely angry. That was his position, but now it was taken by an outsider and he became a guest.
However, when he heard the name "Anil", he was shocked.
The name Anil is very common, even more common in Uttar Pradesh, but there is only one person who can sit here without batting an eyelid.
"Are you from the north?"
"Yes." Anil held the dagger with one finger and turned it in circles boredly.
"I don't know, Mr. Soul."
"Shh!" Anil raised his finger in front of his lips. "Don't mention his name here. There are only two of us doing business today."
"Deal?" Gupta's eyes moved.
"Of course, isn't that what you're looking for?"
Anil took out an account book and threw it on the table. Gupta quickly picked it up and looked through it.
“Guns, ammunition, taking the blame, premeditated murder. Is the Mirzapur police department’s scope of business so wide?”
"This...this...is nonsense!" The sweat on Gupta's forehead fell down.
Damn Tripathi, how can he remember something like this in such detail?
Any piece of evidence in the file could land him in jail for eight or ten years.
"Su no, what do you need help with?"
"You know about the gunfight outside?"
"yes."
"What do you think of this case?"
"It seems that there was a conflict between Tripathi and Tilaka. The details of the case still need to be determined in Lucknow."
"Well," Anil waved his hand. "I think it was just a fight between the two groups, and in the end, both of them died. What do you think?"
"Yes, yes, your analysis is very accurate! The case has been solved."
"Then what are you waiting for? Close the case quickly."
"Now?" Gupta was stunned.
"Efficient police are good police. Mumbai's police are too slow, resulting in a backlog of tens of millions of cases in the courts that would take hundreds of years to hear."
"Yes, you are absolutely right." Gupta hurriedly found the form and started filling it out on the spot.
He just lay on the desk with his butt sticking up, writing something quickly.
In just a few minutes, a closing report was completed, which was incredibly efficient.
Anil took it and glanced at it, then nodded with satisfaction.
Then, under Gupta's twitching eyes, he picked up the red seal on the desk and started tapping it.
"It's settled!" Anil picked up the case closing document, shook it and handed it to Gupta.
"Sir, this."
"Submit a copy to Lucknow, especially to our Chief Minister."
"Ah? With my level, I am not qualified to see him at all." Gupta said in embarrassment.
"Don't worry, just submit it to the Lucknow Police Headquarters and someone will make the arrangements."
"Sir, please forgive me." Gupta said with a sad face.
He had already realized that something was wrong. It was a fight between big men, and getting involved would mean suicide.
"You're just doing your job as a police officer. No one will bother you, I promise."
"But."
"Listen, man," Anil interrupted him. "The Chief Minister is hundreds of kilometers away in Lucknow, and we're right here. Who do you think will be in charge of Mirzapur from now on?"
"I'll deliver it! I'll deliver it right away!" Gupta immediately backed off.
If you offend the Chief Minister, at most you will be transferred. But if you offend the person in front of you, you will die.
The county magistrate was not as good as the current one, and Gupta sighed at his miserable fate.
Just as one overlord died, another one came. When will it end?
"Well, since you're still obedient, I'll give you another gift."
Anil waved at him.
(End of this chapter)
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