I'm a Master in India

Bang! Bang!

Sarasga pulled the trigger without hesitation, and Stanley fell in response.

That wasn't the end of it; his partner couldn't escape either.

Other police officers watching immediately fired several shots from different angles.

As they fired, they cursed with vulgar language.

It was as if those they killed were not people, but animals, or garbage.

To kill someone 'legitimately,' you first have to reclassify the souls of those you shoot; you must deny that they, like you, are living human beings.

Stanley and his partner were already lying motionless on the ground, but the 'Encounter' process wasn't over.

A police officer pulled out a Type 56 assault rifle and a high-power revolver from the trunk.

They wrapped them in handkerchiefs and stuffed them into the hands of the already deceased Stanley, pressing the trigger and firing two more shots.

Then they removed the handkerchiefs and stepped back.

Click, click, the recorder from the same team took photos, from various angles, with professional skill.

There were originally pedestrians on the distant beach, but they had vanished the moment they heard the first gunshot.

After taking photos, the police waited on the spot for another forty-five minutes until they were certain that Stanley and his partner had no vital signs whatsoever, only then did they pretend to take the bodies to the hospital.

This was the 'Encounter,' and Ron watched the entire process from not far away.

Stanley and his partner didn't go to court; after being arrested and briefly interrogated, they were taken to a public place and shot dead.

"Alright, the matter is resolved," Ajay sighed with rare relief.

"How many such killers have been 'Encountered'?" Ron asked curiously.

"They are the twelfth and thirteenth of this year."

"I have to say, this efficiency is indeed high."

It was only February, the beginning of '94. At this rate, at least two hundred gangsters would be 'Encountered' in a year.

Would Ron sympathize with them?

What a joke!

Just a few days ago, these killers were targeting him.

Mumbai is a city of sin; when the judicial system, which should maintain order, is paralyzed, people grant unlimited power to the rulers.

Some businessmen are murdered by gangsters for refusing to pay extortion money, and they question the rulers, "Is the government just going to watch us die?"

The political and business circles even held a large meeting regarding the increasingly rampant extortion problem; the businessmen were angry, but dared not be too angry. So their speeches at the meeting were both fawning and subtly threatening.

Do you think these businessmen would oppose the police's 'Encounter'?

No, they would support the police even more, granting them the power of extrajudicial execution.

Ron was also a businessman; he hated violence, but didn't hate police 'Encounters'.

This city would likely continue to live in fear, and people could only package themselves as more violent than others.

Newspaper headlines reported this violence, Bollywood movies filmed this violence, and both gangsters and the police were happy to see it.

Due to the existence of violence, the power of gangs grew further; they thrived on the fear of citizens, like fish in water.

Also due to the existence of violence, the public, in order to save their lives, made the police's 'Encounter' even more reasonable and justified.

'The Encounter' was over; nothing was left at the scene except for a few shell casings.

Police killed people in broad daylight, yet didn't have to worry about media reports.

Those reporters knew how the script should be written: gang members always fired first, and the police's counterattack was merely self-defense.

They never questioned the details, just as they never wanted to delve into the logical loopholes in India movies.

If you believe the media's reports on 'Encounters,' you are bound to think that all gang members are the most incompetent shooters imaginable.

On the other hand, the police not only escaped unharmed every time but also happened to kill the suspects every time.

Indeed, the next day Ron saw related reports in the newspaper.

Ajay and his team 'Encountered' vicious gang members; their persuasion to 'surrender your weapons and you won't be killed' was ineffective, the other party still fired at them, and they were forced to retaliate and shot the criminals dead.

There were also photos of the 'gunfight' at the scene in the newspaper, with the Type 56 assault rifle in Stanley's hand being particularly conspicuous.

Ajay told Ron that the weapon the police placed next to the 'Encounter' target also indicated his status in the gang.

If it was just a small fry, they would leave a six-shot revolver next to his body.

Comparatively, after a minor leader was 'Encountered,' a Mauser rifle would be placed next to him.

Truly important figures would have assault rifles such as AK-47 or AK-56 'buried' with them.

Stanley held a significant position in the Dawood Gang; he had over a dozen lives on his hands and deserved a grand burial.

What was the public's opinion on this 'Encounter'? The public reaction was indifferent; no one was outraged and accused the police of openly becoming executioners.

Only a few critics attacked, saying, "If, as the police claim, the gang used such excellent weapons at the time, namely the AK-56 rifle with a rate of fire up to six hundred rounds per minute and a range of three hundred meters,

Then it is truly astonishing that neither Senior Superintendent Ajay, Inspector Sarasga, nor any police officer present was injured. Unless our police force are all invulnerable."

Ron smiled and put down the newspaper; he had to say that 'Encounter' was truly a brilliant mechanism.

If Stanley had really died by his hand, Shakil in Dubai might have become enraged and launched endless attacks.

Their gang had thousands of members; a few hundred rupees could get a subordinate to take a gun and kill, an endless supply.

There were too many poor people in Mumbai; someone had once planned to kidnap Ron for two hundred rupees.

Now, with the police taking action, it was fast, accurate, and ruthless, giving the other side no time to react.

Yet Shakil couldn't retaliate against the police; 'Encounter' was a method recognized by both the underworld and the authorities.

From now on, this is how it will be done; those vicious gang members will all be handed over to Ajay.

He could clear obstacles and help Ajay accumulate military honors; excellent.

It was just unknown if the Dawood Gang, after suffering such a heavy loss this time, would dare to trouble him again.

The entire operation resulted in the complete annihilation of the team; out of five top gunmen, three died, which should teach them a lesson.

Ron put down the newspaper, waved his hand, and went out with Anil and the others.

Today he was going to the hospital to visit Anand and bring him a gift.

"How is the recovery?"

"Freida said I was great last night," Anand tilted his head proudly.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Freida slapped him, then burst into laughter, laughing uninhibitedly.

These past few days were among the happiest times in her life; her husband was lost and found again, there was nothing more miraculous than this.

She had seen too many families torn apart around her, and every outcome was not good, especially for the Dalit caste.

Of course, she knew who had helped, so after a few lighthearted jokes, she tactfully withdrew from the ward.

Anand was recovering well; most of his wounds had healed, and his round face was starting to look fleshy.

Only his two arms were still in casts, making movement inconvenient.

"I feel like this ward is more luxurious than The Taj Mahal," He looked around the room.

"In terms of price, they are indeed similar," Ron said with a smile, sitting down beside him.

The floor here was paved with bright, reflective tiles, the bathroom had hot water for bathing, and it even included a fully functional kitchen.

Anand could feast every day, sleep for ten hours, and his weight visibly increased.

However, physical injuries could be healed, but the wounds suffered by the soul were difficult to recover from.

The kindness and innocence in his character began to waver: his smile became crippled, just like his memories in prison.

Although he slept on a soft mattress that felt like it would collapse, he often woke up, flailing his arms and punching; he could still smell the wet metallic scent of blood from his nightmares.

Just as Anand's chest rose and fell faster, Ron put a hand on his shoulder.

"Want to go out for a change of scenery?"

"What?" Anand seemed to wake up from a dream.

"Can you move now?" Ron looked him over.

"Of course, it's my arms that are injured, not my legs."

"That's perfect; I have a gift for you today. Let's go."

Ron helped him up; Anand could actually hop and jump, except for his two arms.

He had been in the hospital for over a week and had long wanted to go out for some fresh air.

Ron had prepared an SUV for him; it was spacious, and he didn't need to bend or stoop to get in.

"Where are we going?" Anand looked out the window; the surrounding buildings seemed somewhat familiar.

"To a place you've been before," Ron gave him a reassuring look.

He had said it; not one person who participated in that matter would get away.

After about ten minutes, the car stopped near Arthur Road Jail.

Looking at the familiar buildings, Anand's breathing began to quicken again.

"I told you I had a gift for you. Wait a little longer, it's coming," Ron comforted him.

Inside Arthur Road Jail, the few wardens who had been in Anand's dormitory were suddenly called to the guard's office.

Sitting there was still the same prison official from last time; he was wearing his uniform and looked imposing.

"You can be released today; pack your things now and leave."

"Now?" The wardens exchanged glances, shocked by the sudden news.

According to their sentences, the earliest they could be released was two years from now.

"What, do you miss life at Arthur Road Jail? Want to stay for another ten years?" The prison official frowned.

"No, no, no, sir, we just find it a bit sudden," The few men quickly shook their heads.

"Don't worry, someone paid for your bail. While I'm in a good mood, hurry up and get out."

"Goodbye, sir!" The men stepped forward and touched the prison official's feet.

Watching them leave, the prison official sneered.

In prison, you either eat others or get eaten.

He touched the envelope in his pocket; four thousand dollars, four people, a good deal.

The wardens had some personal belongings to take upon release, but Rajesh impatiently urged them to hurry, it didn't matter much.

The excitement of being released diluted their inner dissatisfaction, and the wardens happily followed Rajesh towards the gate.

"That's the car picking you up; go ahead," He waved his hand and stepped back two paces.

"Is it someone sent by Brother Shakil?" The wardens didn't doubt him and foolishly got into the van.

It wasn't their fault for lowering their guard; the Dawood Gang did indeed welcome back subordinates who were released from prison.

Some leaders even had three meals a day delivered to the prison. They were supposedly serving time, but actually lived more comfortably than in a large villa.

Their release had an even grander scale; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a celebration.

Only after getting into the car did the few men realize something was wrong; they didn't recognize any of the subordinates around them.

"You are..."

Pfft, pfft, pfft, before the wardens could finish speaking, they were hit in the neck with powerful anesthetic needles.

They rolled their eyes and fell softly to the ground.

Rajesh smiled, waved at the car, and leisurely returned to the prison.

Ah, Dr. Sur is just too kind-hearted, even getting expensive anesthetic needles.

But he's a doctor after all, he likes giving injections, nothing wrong with that.