I am a master in India

Chapter 112 Tired, destroy it
There was also a panic in the train station. The explosion had already scared everyone away.

India has never been a safe country. Kidnapping and extortion, gang shootouts, armed attacks, all kinds of violence happen around us.

So when people heard the explosion, their first reaction was not to be surprised or to watch the excitement, but to find a place to hide.

Pushing aside the fleeing crowd, Ron headed straight for the reception desk of the Mumbai Information Company. The billboard at the door had been knocked to the ground, and the few remaining employees were looking around bewilderedly.

Surprisingly, Nia didn't scream out loud in fear. Although her face was pale, she still tried her best to comfort the two frightened female employees.

"Nia!" Ron ran over and grabbed her, then hurriedly called out, "Quick! Everyone get out of here!"

"Baba, we haven't finished cleaning yet." Nia looked at the front desk, where documents, contracts, and accounts were piled up.

"Never mind all that. Someone's setting off a bomb outside. The train station isn't safe!"

Hearing Ron's shout, several employees' faces turned pale. Then, without him urging them again, everyone rushed out.

The riots had only just ended when they heard rumors of bloody revenge from the Mumin people. They knew who was behind the trouble without having to guess.

Ron pulled the shutter of the store and quickly ran out with Nia.

Bits and pieces of news came from the crowd running around. Some said that Persia was attacking, some said that Baba Yang launched the attack, and of course the Mumin people were also one of the biggest suspects.

When Ron ran out of the train station, the streets outside were full of people running and shouting.

Thick smoke rose from all over Mumbai. Ron roughly counted and found that there were at least ten columns of smoke rising into the sky in South Mumbai.

Damn it, his tourism business is over. It might not even be back to its former glory in the next six months, no, it might not even be back to its former glory in a year.

There is also his electrical appliance factory, the products have just been finalized and the promotional photos have just been taken.
How long have we been peaceful? Now this has happened again.

Ron wanted to curse, but the most important thing now was to escape. He grabbed Nia's hand and ran towards the apartment.

After walking a few steps, they ran into a large group of policemen. They looked panicked and shouted at the rickshaw driver to go to the vicinity of Mangaldas Textile Market.

That was where the explosion happened. No one dared to go there at that time, and there was no time to hide.

The three rickshaw drivers who were stopped shook their heads frantically, stood up and pedaled their rickshaws to escape.

But the tall policeman in the lead grabbed the back of the tricycle, preventing the driver from moving forward.

"You have to help. There are many injured people there. They need to be taken to the hospital immediately."

"Hmm, that voice sounds familiar." Ron glanced over. It was him? That selfless Indian policeman, Aj Lal.

They had met before. During the time when Ron was hiding in the electrical appliance factory, the other party had patrolled his territory several times.

They had even met there just a few hours earlier. For some reason, he had also come to South Mumbai.

Aggie was very alert, and when Ron looked at him, he also noticed the former's gaze.

"It's you?" Aijet looked at Ron with surprise, then suspicion. Shouldn't he be at the factory on the outskirts of the city? Why was he in South Mumbai?
At this time, any suspicious object is worthy of vigilance.

"Mr. Sur, right? I remember you were near Madanpur just now. What are you doing here now?" he asked.

"Officer, I live here." Ron had to stop and explain.

"Fortress area?" Aijer looked at the train station behind Ron, his eyes becoming more suspicious.

If he remembered correctly, Ron seemed to have been in an apartment near Zhuhu District, where there were two foreign girls.

Now? In the fortress area, there's a charming Indian girl. Could this guy have four wives?
According to the intelligence he received, the saboteurs were very good at disguise and specifically targeted crowded places. The eye-catching smoke column here in South Mumbai was proof of this.

Seeing the other party's increasingly suspicious eyes, Ron thought something was wrong and hurriedly explained.

"Officer, I've been living here forever. I even saved a Mumin child just now."

He didn't know the officer well, and his reputation for impartiality made him even more difficult to deal with. Ron didn't want to get entangled with him. The Mumbai Police Department was not a good place.

But Aj Lal had no intention of giving up, as he knew that saboteurs were the best at disguise.

"Officer, I can prove that this doctor is a good man." Suddenly, the rickshaw driver joined in.

"Do you know him?" asked Aij.

"Mr. Soul, everyone around the train station knows him. He's also a brilliant doctor who's saved several lives."

"Are you a doctor?" Aijie's eyes lit up.

"Uh, I don't have a medical license. I only specialize in trauma."

"That's great, this is exactly the person we need. Let's go to the south, there are a lot of people in danger there." Ajie ordered in a tone that did not allow for negotiation.

Ron was a little dumbfounded. Was he being recruited? Why was this policeman so unreasonable? He even wanted to pay him a bribe, but his intuition told him that it wouldn't work on Aggie.

"Nia, go home first. Don't open the door unless I come back." Ron decided to send Nia away first.

She would be useless here and might even be in danger. Their apartment was a few hundred meters away, where Nia would be safer.

Little Nia was reluctant to leave, but under Ron's gaze, she quickly ran back home.

"Officer, we can go now." Ron sighed and nodded to the rickshaw driver.

Anyway, he saved Ron. Actually, Ron didn't know him, but he looked familiar.

Perhaps the person had received his business patronage, or perhaps they were a patient at one of his free clinics. In any case, it was a good thing that they hadn't been targeted by the police.

Mumbai's police not only enjoy taking bribes but also abuse prisoners. While Ron wasn't likely to be arrested, once he was entangled, it wouldn't be easy to escape. Surprisingly, Aj Lal wasn't a brutal official. On the way to Mangaldas Market, he treated Ron politely, a break from his earlier aggressive demeanor.

He explained that as a police inspector, he had to pay attention to any suspicious details right after the explosion.

At the same time, Ron realized from his words that the police had received news of the explosion two hours before.

It was at that moment that Aijie was hurriedly transferred here, but he didn't expect that the other party's actions were so fast that the police had no time to react.

In fact, Ron had no hope for the Indian police. What good would it do if he gave them time? At the turn of the millennium, there were more than a dozen hotshots, and the entire Indian police force was helpless.

It's outrageous that while others are firing AKs and firing bullets, the Mumbai police are still pulling the trigger!

Of course Ron didn't want to go to the explosion scene, but looking at the large group of police officers around him, he couldn't help but mutter: With so many people, they won't be able to be attacked by a flying dragon, right?

As soon as the group arrived at the Mangaldas Market, they were stunned by the hellish scene before them. The entire market, except for the flames and black smoke, was covered in a layer of wet pink.

Yes, pink.

The textiles on the roadside, the doors and windows on the street, the wet ground, and the broken limbs are all pink.

Ron never knew that when blood was first exposed to the air, it was not blood red or dark brown after coagulation, but bright pink.

Wow! The rickshaw driver and several policemen immediately bent over and vomited.

Ron's face wasn't looking good either. No one could remain indifferent to this scene. Aggie yelled at his men to rescue the people, and those who hadn't had time to run away were also ordered to come back and help.

If anyone dared to disobey his orders, he would either be slapped in the face or beaten with a pointed baton.

The injured were laid out on the roadside, and Ron did his best to bandage them. But there were so many injured that the roadside was soon filled with people lying there.

Some were shouting, some were crying, and some were groaning and struggling for a while before slowly becoming silent.

Ironically, most of the injured people Ron treated were Mumin.

This market is famous for its Persian carpets, which are often found in every household of Mukden residents.

If the rumors are true, it is unclear to whom those secret agents who shouted slogans of revenge were actually bringing fear.

The sounds of police cars and ambulances rang out everywhere, but the chaotic streets blocked their way.

Ron was busy here for a long time, but he didn't see any official emergency organization. Even the Mumbai reporters arrived faster than them.

"Dr. Sur! Come and help!" Aijer and several policemen hurried over carrying a figure.

Ron quickly checked the injury. The victim was spitting blood from the corner of his mouth, and the clothes on his chest were stained red with blood, sticking wetly to his skin.

"He is our informant, we must save him!" Aijie's eyes were red with sadness, this informant was his friend.

Ron peeled off the injured man's clothes, then lay down and listened to his chest. "The lung is injured. We can't treat it here. We have to go to the hospital."

Without a word, Aijie carried the man back onto the tricycle and asked the driver to go to the nearest hospital. Ron also went there, as the police had requested.

As Ron turned the corner from the market, he seemed to see Kavia out of the corner of his eye. He quickly said a few words to Ajay, who nodded and waved. A policeman jumped out of the car and ran towards the market behind him.

This girl was so desperate for big news that she actually went straight to the explosion site. Ron was tied up, so he had to ask Aggie to arrange for a police officer to go back and look after her.

Arriving at Cooper Hospital, the scene was no less desolate than a market, with corpses strewn all over the ground. Not thirty, fifty, but hundreds.

The tragic end of the turmoil two months ago seemed to be happening again. Ron suddenly felt a sense of helplessness, "I'm tired, let it be destroyed."

The third brother is not only good at making trouble, but also good at making big trouble, the kind that can cause death.

After handing the injured informant over to the doctor here, Ron simply sat down on the steps of the hospital to rest.

The cries of patients everywhere could no longer disturb his mind; he was used to it.

After a while, Aijie came out wiping his tears.

"How's it going?" Ron asked.

Aijie shook his head and sat down beside him dejectedly.

Ron sighed. He had known for a long time that the man was doomed. Back in the market, his breathing had been very weak, only exhaling, not inhaling.

Of course, he was not a doctor, so he could not issue a death notice for the patient, and he was also afraid that the unfamiliar police would take their anger out on him.

"Those damned Mujahideen rode motorcycles, hid explosives under their burqas, and then rushed into the crowd without a care in the world."

"motorcycle?"

"Yes, the Bullet model, the most popular one in Mumbai."

Ron frowned slowly, then his expression grew more and more serious.

"What's wrong?" Aijie keenly caught the change in his expression.

"I was on my way to the train station when I almost hit a motorcycle. It was a bullet-type car, and the driver was a Mumin. He looked hurried and nervous."

Swish, Ai Jie stood up, "Was there an explosion at the train station?"

"No, the motorcycle is still leaning against the corner." Ron also realized something.

"Lead the way!" Aijie rushed out of the hospital without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)