I am a master in India

Chapter 113 Wonderful Shot

Ron had extremely complicated feelings towards Aj Lal. This guy was definitely an outlier among Indian police.

From his words and deeds, it is not difficult to see that he comes from an elite family and has received a good education. At the same time, he is dedicated to his duties, never hesitates to accept bribes, and is sincere when encountering problems.

But Ron always felt an indescribable awkwardness when dealing with a policeman who didn't accept bribes.

For example, now, at his request, Ron must rush to a potential crime scene suspected of containing explosives.

In normal times, Ron would have run away, at most paying his way out. But with all of Mumbai in chaos, his connections were of no use.

There was no choice, Ron could only rush to Victoria Station with Aggie.

After all, he had his own business there, and he didn't want to see the famous Victoria Station turned into ruins.

A large group of people were riding three-wheeled motorcycles back to the train station. Ron took a quick look and found a motorcycle leaning against the corner of the wall.

"That's the one. A Mumin was riding it towards the train station. Now he's gone."

"That's not good." Even from a distance, Aijie was almost certain that there was something wrong with the motorcycle.

"Sir, let's call the bomb disposal team," his men quickly suggested.

It's better to believe something is true than not to believe it. If Ai Jie suddenly has a brainwave and lets these people go to investigate, that would be bad.

Aijie accepted the suggestion, picked up the walkie-talkie and began to report the situation here to his superiors.

At the same time, he ordered his men to evacuate the people nearby. Judging from the previous explosion signs, the saboteurs used some kind of high-energy explosives.

To be on the safe side, no one was allowed to enter within a 60-meter radius. Watching the police knocking on doors with sticks, Ron couldn't help but feel a little dry in the mouth.

Damn it, they're really playing! He was even nearly hit by this motorcycle not long ago. The more he thought about it, the more Ron's heart pounded.

Soon, the heavily armed bomb disposal team rushed in. They had been in the Mangerdas market to the south, but everything that needed to be blown up there had been blown up, so they were transferred here.

Ajie's guess was correct; there was indeed something wrong with the motorcycle. The bomb disposal team removed a five-kilogram RDX explosive pack from under its back seat and even found a manual detonator on the roadside nearby.

Watching the explosives being carefully carried away by the bomb disposal team, Ron and Aggie couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Their shirts were already soaked.

Especially Ron, who had unknowingly had a close call with death, and his face looked very bad.

No matter what the reason was, the Mumin gave up on detonating the bomb, but Ron was extremely eager for Ajie to solve the case as soon as possible.

In the face of bombs, everyone is equal. As a Brahmin, he has yet to fully experience the feeling of being superior to others.

"Mr. Sur, you have prevented a disaster from happening. Who knows what would have happened if you had kept it here?" Aijer thanked him solemnly.

"This also saved me. I have to walk this road every day. I really hope Mumbai will return to peace soon. We have lost too much." Ron sighed for his business.

"That's right. Nearly ten thousand people have died in the riots. Who knows how many more will die this time?"

Ron was horrified to find out that so many people had died in the Mumbai riots two months ago.

This is not what the newspapers said, especially the mainstream newspapers, which either remained silent or used the hundreds of casualties to cover up the facts.

Even people like Kavya, who had partial access to sensitive information, only knew vague figures of thousands of casualties.

If Ajay hadn't told him, Ron would probably have been kept in the dark. After all, the power of Hindus was far greater than that of the Muslims, and they could silence most media outlets.

After this incident, Ron and Aggie became closer. They agreed to meet for coffee another day and then left in a hurry.

While Aggie is busy dealing with the bombing, Ron needs to get home as soon as possible to think carefully about his next plans.

As soon as Fang entered the room, Xiao Nia rushed over.

"Baba!"

"Okay, it's okay. The police are already investigating, and those bastards can't get away."

"Baba was too dangerous just now!" Nia rarely expressed dissatisfaction.

"Oh, who would have thought that this would happen?" Ron was also helpless.

"You must not do anything dangerous!"

"of course."

"Will you be at home for the next few days?" Nia looked at him expectantly.

"Well, that's all we can do. Mumbai's economy is likely to be very bad this year. Many businessmen left two months ago."

After receiving a positive answer, Nia breathed a sigh of relief and was secretly happy. She liked being with her master.

"By the way, Nia, let's go back to Uttar Pradesh."

"Ah?" Nia, who was in fantasy time, looked up in surprise.

"After this bombing, more businessmen will leave Mumbai. They'll want to go out and hide, and my business won't make any progress. This is a good time to return my parents and Uncle Abhi's ashes to the holy river."

This wasn't Ron being overly filial, of course. As he'd said, business in Mumbai was doomed for the time being. The constant riots and explosions had even the richest people staying away.

Maybe these wealthy people have been on vacation abroad since the riots. Ron was a little bit tempted to give up, and since Nia kept talking about Uttar Pradesh, he decided to go back and take a look.

With the public in a state of panic, his electrical appliance factory would probably shut down as well. If it resumed operations later, he could bring in some labor from his hometown in the north. "Baba, are you really planning to return to Uttar Pradesh?" Nia glanced at him stealthily.

"Of course, but we won't stay long, half a month at most."

"Nana."

"Huh?" Ron looked at her strangely.

Nia's ears were a little red and her whole body was trembling slightly.

"Baba, I'll go to your room tonight."

Ron was shocked. What had happened to Nia? Was she frightened by the explosion today?
"Nia, how old are you?"

"Eighteen!" she was sure.

"Am I remembering this wrongly?" Ron muttered quietly.

"Baba, do you think I'm too young?" Nia puffed out her chest.

Ouch, this sentence hits his sore spot. This tone, this action, Huangmao loves it the most.

"Hey, your breasts are getting more and more exaggerated. Are you secretly exercising behind my back?" Ron transformed into Kun Kun and began to practice dribbling and exerting force.

"Baba." Nia was a little unsteady.

Ron rolled his eyes and then whispered something in her ear.

Nia nodded imperceptibly, then squatted down awkwardly.

Hiss, this woman is so terrifying. Ron took a breath of cold air, and he was erect!
Nia was always well-behaved and willing to do anything Ron asked her to do, even if it meant choking and having a runny nose.

So many things happened today, and some sensory stimulations will be magnified countless times.

Of course, he didn't leave immediately for Uttar Pradesh. Ron had some things to take care of, and he also wanted to say goodbye to a few friends.

But the next day, before he even left the house, someone called him.

He received three consecutive calls, all wanting to interview him. Ron was puzzled and refused without hesitation.

What the hell was this interview? Only a fool would be hanging around out there at a time like this. Wasn't yesterday's explosion exciting enough? He didn't want to cause any more trouble.

At the same time, Ron was wondering why anyone wanted to interview him since he was neither a politician nor a Bollywood star.

It wasn't until Kaavia called that Ron realized what was going on.

"My great hero, how does it feel to be admired by others?"

"what?"

"You should read today's newspaper, or watch TV."

At her instruction, Ron turned on the TV, and then he saw the scene of himself kneeling in the Mangerdas Market to save people.

The surroundings were a hell of a sultan, with the people on the ground dying. Ron, with his wrists covered with holy thread, was trying hard to bandage the patient and give him first aid.

This picture is absolutely wonderful!

Both the government and Hindus were overjoyed. All newspapers and television stations, as if under orders, vigorously promoted Ron's good deeds.

They say he is a hero of India, who, like the sun god, has mercy on the world and removes diseases.

The loudest voice among them was the Shiv Sena leader, Bal Thackeray, who questioned the media that had previously denigrated the Shiv Sena and sympathized with the pro-independence movement:

You say that Hindus harbored ill will toward the Muslims and were the culprits of the riots. But what happened? It was the saboteurs among them who caused the greatest harm to the Muslims, while it was us, the Hindus, who were the most active in saving them.

His words were irrefutable, because Ron's timing, location, and actions were all just right.

A Hindu doctor put aside his prejudices and treated innocent Muslims during an attack by Muslims.

This buff is completely stacked, no wonder the government and media are promoting it so vigorously. This shot on TV is a world-famous painting.

The government also needs something sensational to divert people's attention, and the people also need a hero to soothe the trauma caused by the continuous violence.

It's settled, what else is there to say? Ron is a hero, whether he wants to be one or not.

On the phone, Kavya told him that this shot was taken by her.

Yesterday at the Mangaldas market, Kavya bumped into Ron. She had bravely come to the explosion site to get firsthand information. She was still a trainee reporter and she was eager to improve herself.

Ron's actions made her realize that this was a topic with the potential to become explosive news.

As she expected, the editor of The Times of India shouted with excitement after getting the photo.

Kaavia probably had to drop the word "internship" from her reporter title; her only regret was not getting Ron's permission to publish the story.

"Kaviya, you don't have to feel sorry. In fact, you helped me too." Ron's eyes rolled around. This was a rare opportunity for publicity.

It seems that he has to postpone his plan to return to Uttar Pradesh. He needs to stay in Mumbai for a few more days.

Damn, his electrical appliance factory is saved!
(End of this chapter)