I'm a Master in India

Stanley had been to the police station before and had not been spared from severe beatings.

It was just that after the police usually beat him up, they would proactively contact Dubai and ask how much they were willing to pay for their subordinate's life.

Bandra Police Station was very different; as soon as Stanley entered, before he could even say anything, they were ready to torture him directly.

They pulled over two chairs, placed them opposite each other, and propped up an iron rod on the chair backs.

Then they bent Stanley's body, handcuffed his hands and feet, and hung him from the iron rod.

Stanley was like a suckling pig roasting upside down in the air, letting the police kick him back and forth, swinging back and forth on the rod.

They also used matchsticks to prop open his eyelids, not allowing him to sleep. They used clips to clamp his fingers, earlobes, and below, and electrocuted him.

His bruised body constantly trembled under the impact of twelve volts, the handle of the portable generator turned mercilessly, and sparks flew.

Electric shocks could drive a person mad, especially for someone like Stanley who had retreated behind the scenes.

To completely break down his psychological defense, Ajay ordered someone to bring a sharp knife and a lemon, and then cut the lemon open on his head.

Watching the police officer with the knife approach, the moment the lemon was cut open and the juice splashed all over his head and face, Stanley screamed in terror.

No one wanted to experience that feeling, the faint stinging, the cold liquid, it felt as if his skull was being cut open.

With various methods used in rotation, the moment they stopped, Stanley confessed everything.

When Ron arrived here, these two gang killers were hanging on hooks like dead pigs.

They were covered in bloodstains all over, blood was still flowing from their arms and legs, and the police had no intention of removing those two bullets.

"How is it? Any progress?" Ron asked.

"They've confessed everything," Ajay said, picking up his cup and taking a sip.

"Is it Shakil?"

"You guessed it?" Ajay was a little surprised.

"I just made a call over there," Ron shrugged.

"That's pretty much it. Dubai ordered your kidnapping and would pay a ransom of one hundred lakh."

"That's a big sum, ten million rupees."

"You know, the Dawood Gang has been making moves lately, and many businessmen in Mumbai have been extorted by them."

"What exactly happened?" Ron was very curious.

"Dawood has pretty much fallen out with Mumbai. His family, including Shakil's two daughters, have all gone to Baba Sheep in the north."

They left their homes, hid like mice, and finally had to live under others' roofs. They resent the Indian Government, and the instruction to their subordinates is: don't be polite to anyone."

Ron nodded thoughtfully. No wonder his "Dr. Sur" reputation was no longer effective; the Dawood Gang was now completely unrestrained.

He also recalled the reminder from Harus, the financial manager, two months ago, when businessmen in Mumbai were already being frequently harassed.

Presumably, the fact that he was only targeted today meant he was considered a "big fish" in the eyes of the Dawood Gang.

"Oh, right, did your friend also have a part in this?"

"Huh?" Ron looked up.

"As for The Palace, the higher-ups on both sides seem to have reached a consensus to teach you a lesson. One is responsible for taking down your most capable subordinate, and the other is to deal with you personally."

Ron held his breath, then sneered. They really thought highly of him.

"I'm not too sure about The Palace, but it's likely they bribed the police to handle this quietly. There are also Dawood people in the prison, so your friend probably hasn't been treated well."

"So two gangs teamed up?" Ron realized.

"At least some kind of tacit understanding."

"I don't understand, why? I have almost no conflict of interest with them."

"The Dawood Gang has extorted most businessmen, famous and not famous. You can't be an exception, understand?"

This was the point of conflict, especially at the time when Dawood was driven to Baba Sheep, he needed a sufficiently large target to "establish his authority."

Sometimes it's like this, you think you are harmless and no one will come looking for trouble, but the reality is not so.

"As for The Palace, I heard that woman is crazy. Jealousy is enough to destroy a woman's mind."

"I didn't expect that even being a good person would attract so much hostility," Ron sighed.

"It's not your fault, this city is terminally ill," Ajay comforted him.

"It's a free-for-all of demons."

You have no idea when you will become a thorn in someone's side, and even less when the hidden arrow behind your back will be shot.

"How will you deal with these two?" Ron looked at the two Dawood Gang killers.

"According to the rules of the street," a strange look flashed in Ajay's eyes.

"Brother Shakil will bail me out! Five lakh? Or ten lakh? Call him!" Stanley suddenly shouted.

"There is no 'bail' option here," Ajay said, unmoved.

"I've already been to court, you can't 'encounter' me!" Stanley struggled and shouted.

This was an iron rule followed by both the legal and illegal worlds: if a judge had seen the suspect during a court hearing, as long as he was in custody for even one day, he would not disappear.

"You still don't understand. Your last court appearance was half a year ago. What does that have to do with this arrest?"

"No! The last case isn't closed yet, I was out on bail!" Stanley suddenly became extremely terrified and struggled desperately.

Even the other partner, who hadn't said much, started shouting and yelling, extremely scared.

"What is an 'encounter'?" Ron quietly asked.

"A special extra-legal method," a grey light flashed in Ajay's eyes.

Encounter, a word that sounds so harmless, just like bumping into someone while strolling in a park.

But in Mumbai, an encounter refers to an extra-judicial execution, meaning being murdered on the spot by the police without a trial.

Ron guessed something but said nothing.

"Let's go, this has to be fast," Ajay decided to act immediately.

These two had high status in the Dawood Gang. According to the case files, they were two of the five top gunmen in the gang.

Oh, right, Muhsin was also one, he had already been taken care of earlier.

To prevent Shakil from getting the news in advance and subsequently bribing higher levels of the police force, Ajay had to carry out the encounter quickly.

The two prisoners were struggling as they were shoved into the police car, and Ajay got into the passenger seat.

Ron followed in his own car. This matter didn't even need to be hidden from outsiders.

It was getting late outside, and the convoy headed straight towards Bandra Beach.

There were relatively fewer people there, making it an excellent spot for an encounter.

It was only a few kilometers away, and they arrived in twenty minutes.

The surroundings were a patch of grassland with few pedestrians, and the Arabian Sea was in the distance.

Stanley and his partner were pulled out of the car. They struggled and twisted their bodies desperately.

Several police officers pointed and discussed on the open ground, planning where to place the prisoners later and where they would shoot from.

Practicing how to kill someone, this... was a bit absurd.

"You just stand here, don't walk around. Bullets have no eyes," Ajay motioned for Ron not to get too close.

"Are you sure this is okay?"

"Sometimes you have to do this. Our judicial system favors criminals, which makes them fearless, but it's very discouraging for the police."

A killer from the Dawood Gang was arrested for murder, but the case only went to trial four years later.

Witnesses were threatened by the gang and changed their testimony. You watched the murderer walk free and go out to harm society again.

The court not only fails to punish the guilty but also allows bail upon payment."

Ron deeply understood this point. Just before they left, Stanley was still clamoring about paying bail.

If it were in other police stations, these killers with countless bloody crimes on their hands would likely be acquitted.

What they truly feared was not being arrested, but being encountered.

To put it bluntly, "encounter" is purely a last resort after the loss of judicial credibility.

The probability of convicting the gang members Ajay has arrested over the years is no more than ten percent.

Influential criminals who can afford bail or hire good lawyers don't have to spend a single day in jail.

This was very frustrating for the selfless Ajay.

He knew that "encounter" was not in accordance with procedure, but in a place like Mumbai, simple and brutal pest controllers were needed.

Yes, the police officers responsible for encounters are pest controllers.

Sarasga was a pest expert, he was Ajay's most capable gunman.

He arrived a bit late because he had just gotten out of trouble.

It was just that as soon as he arrived, someone handed him two boxes of milk candy. This was celebratory milk candy.

Sarasga was acquitted two days ago in a case involving an encounter with a gang member, which was a bit unexpected.

The gang member originally planned to escape Mumbai. He had his elder brother, sister-in-law, elder sister, and younger brother all get into the car together.

Their car was stopped at an intersection by Sarasga and his team, and the family was forced to get out.

The gang member's elder sister knew what was about to happen. She threw herself to the ground and begged the police "don't kill him."

Sarasga ordered his men to separate the siblings and shot the gang member in front of his family.

His family testified against him, accusing Sarasga of disregarding human life.

But the family eventually withdrew the case because Sarasga threatened the elder sister: You've already lost one brother, do you want the remaining one to lose his life too?

So the brother, elder sister, and sister-in-law of the person who was encountered all changed their statements. Four identical new testimonies were presented to the court: What we said before was not true, and what we saw before was not true.

This is Mumbai, where justice is non-existent.

The police officers from the same team who were present all came over to shake Sarasga's hand and congratulate him: "Congratulations, congratulations."

One of them even said in Marathi: "Soon, you can go on a killing spree again."

Sarasga listened to each "blessing" with a smile. As a well-known pest expert in Mumbai, he looked very kind, like a respectable engineer.

"Any problem?" Ajay came over and asked him.

"No problem, anytime," Sarasga shook his head.

He unclipped a black leather pouch from his waist, opened the zipper, and inside was a six-shot revolver with a brown handle carved with patterns of Norse deities.

The barrel was forged from fine steel, the gun had a "Titan Tiger" mark, and below it was engraved ".38 caliber" and the origin of the firearm: Miami, Florida.

The guns used for encounters were specially made, and even the bullets were specially registered.

Watching Sarasga walk over, Stanley was shaking like a sieve from fear.

"I have children, Mr., please spare my life. I'll do anything you say, I can be your informant, really, anything."

Sarasga raised his gun and aimed.