Reborn as a Police Officer in India

Chapter 16 No Backer
“Alas, it should have been 40,000 to 50,000 rupees,” sighed Yada.

After seeing that there were thousand-yuan bills inside, he immediately estimated the amount at that time.

He is the chief of a police station. Even if he is just a grassroots chief, he has enormous power in his hands, and there are too many people who need his help.

So he often handled cash. When someone gave him an envelope containing money, he might need to pinch it to judge the thickness before judging the amount at first. Later, with practice, he developed a pair of sharp eyes. He could guess the amount inside by just taking a glance at the shape and thickness of the envelope, with an error of no more than three rupees.

"It seems that the others were returned by the Inspector General." Yada said again.

Luoton cursed Xishiji's ancestors in his heart. Damn it, he used his own money to pretend to be a good person.

His heart was bleeding. There were definitely 5 rupees in it at the beginning, but now were gone, which was equivalent to his income for more than three years.

If I had this money, I could easily move my family out of the Dharavi slum, and then rent a house in an ordinary community outside.

A thought suddenly flashed through Luoton's mind. Could it be that Xishiji had embezzled the 40,000 rupees?

But think about it, the other party is an Inspector General and has considerable power. I wonder how many people would give him money, and the amount he is interested in must be quite large. Forty thousand rupees shouldn't be something that he is so thirsty for, right?
So Xishiji shouldn't do such a tasteless thing, right?

Just think about it, this is India, what can't these officials do?

Roton felt that their bottom line should not be overestimated.

No matter which possibility it was, it was not a good thing for Rodon. He was indeed short of 40,000 rupees.

"Director, this money?" Roton looked at Yada.

"Don't worry about keeping it." Yada said immediately.

He understood what Rotten meant. He wanted to give him some of the spoils, but was he such a narrow-minded person?
Besides, I don’t even care about this ten thousand.

Roton performed very well this time. It would be embarrassing if I still cared about this little money.

After hearing what Ada said, Roton of course accepted it.

It's better to have something than nothing. Ten thousand rupees is at least ten months' salary, and life at home will be a little better.

"Rotten, the money is a little less, but don't worry too much. You might even get promoted soon. Wow, your contribution this time is really huge." Yada said with a smile, "I think this is what the director means."

Roton could naturally see it, but he was still not sure. A promotion was indeed more exciting than tens of thousands of rupees.

After all, this money is a one-time payment. If your police rank is promoted, you will have greater power. Why would you still be afraid of not having money?

After leaving the hospital, Gert got into Xishiji's car.

"Inspector General, judging from the director's tone, is he going to promote that kid Rotten? Will the promotion quota for sheriff that you mentioned last time be snatched away by that kid?" Gert said worriedly.

If this spot was taken away, he would become a joke in the Spanda Police Station. By then, his prestige would be completely destroyed and he would no longer be able to compete with Ada.

"What are you worried about?" Xishiji said calmly, "These are two different things. Luoton's meritorious service is meritorious, but even if he gets promoted, it won't take up your position. He's just a sheriff. Can't he handle the commissioner's case?"

Hearing this, Gert felt much more at ease.

Although he was unhappy about Rotun's promotion, he could accept it as long as the position he had fought for was not a problem.

He felt a little puzzled. How come this kid Rotun suddenly became so good at fighting?

My physical condition looked average before, only average among these police officers.

Now I realize that this kid is a very capable person. He is probably secretly practicing fighting in private.

He was a little disappointed with Love. This time, it was the boy Rotten who stole the limelight. As a first-class police officer, why didn't Love protect Miss Reba?
Luo Fu should have been near the stage at that time.

However, he also understood that even if he replaced Roton with Love, Love would definitely not be able to complete this defense mission.

Love is good, better than most police officers, but it is impossible for him to deal with so many thugs.

Gert sighed inwardly. He knew the police situation. No one trained in physical fitness or combat skills. Love was just the tallest of the short guys. Normally, these police officers needed annual assessments, especially in physical fitness. Those who failed could be fired, but now these assessments were just a formality, with no one paying attention.

Just one thing can illustrate this: the obesity rate among Indian police is very high, which is due to India's eating habits.

Indian food is heavy in oil and flavor, and many foods are fried. The police's meals are relatively good compared to those of ordinary people. After all, they can basically eat and drink for free outside, so this has led to collective obesity among the police group.

Every year, more people die from obesity than from accidents.

Many Indian policemen have big bellies, just like pregnant women who are eight or nine months pregnant. How much combat effectiveness can you expect from such policemen?

With this body shape, what kind of test can he pass?

If we really follow the assessment criteria, too many people will be eliminated, and the impact will be too great.

Therefore, the assessment is meaningless and is just a formality. If everyone can pass the assessment every year, it will be good for everyone.

As a result, there are more and more fat people.

"Gert, stop targeting Ada." Xishiji said again.

"Inspector General?" Gert was a little anxious. What did this mean? Was he asking him to admit defeat?

"Don't worry." Xishiji could see what Gert was thinking. "This time, the Rotten incident has greatly benefited Ada, so the position of Director Spanda is safe."

"Inspector General, how can we not be anxious? If he takes the position firmly, I will have no chance at all." Gert wanted to cry but had no tears. In the end, he still failed.

He actually doesn't care that much about Love's promotion to sheriff. What he really cares about is the position of director, which is more relevant to him.

"It's just to hold on temporarily." Xishiji snorted lightly and said, "The person behind Yada has a good relationship with the director. It is precisely because of this relationship that Yada was able to parachute in."

Gert knew that the director that Xishiji was referring to was Pirando. The backer behind Ada found Pirando, and then with Pirando's support, Ada was able to be parachuted into the Spanda Police Station as the director.

"Please give me some advice, Inspector General. What should I do next?" Gert took a deep breath.

He calmed down. Since the Inspector General said it was temporary, there must be some explanation, but he just didn't know it.

"Our boss in Mumbai doesn't like the director very much. I received a message that the director may be transferred soon." Xishiji said.

"Where to?" asked Gert.

"How would I know? But no matter where he is transferred, he will not be here. I don't believe the new director can still have any connection with the backers behind Yada. When the time comes, Yada will have no one to rely on, and you have me here, so you will naturally have a chance." Xishiji said.

A look of joy appeared on Gert's face. He had heard from Shishiji a long time ago that Chief Pirando was not favored by the Chief of the Mumbai Police Department. He did not expect that Pirando would be transferred.

This transfer is really good for him.

By then, Yada will have no backing here, and it will be too easy for the Inspector General to control Yada. He will have a great chance of getting the position of director.

"Inspector General, I understand. From now on, I'll just let that guy Ada do whatever he wants." Gert said.

"Very good, stop the car." Xishiji asked the driver to stop by the roadside. "You can get off here. I need to go back to the bureau."

This car is Xishiji's special official car, and the driver is his confidant, so he is not afraid that these words will be leaked.

"Yes, Inspector General." Gert quickly opened the car door and got out.

When the car door closed, Xishiji saw an extra stack of rupees on the seat where Gert had been sitting. This was the part that Gert had taken out when he was in the hospital.

Xishiji smiled, he knew that this was not left in the car by Gert, but was left there on purpose.

He took the rupees casually. Forty thousand rupees was nothing to him, but Gert was always very thoughtful in doing things, especially when it came to his own affairs. This made him very satisfied, so he was willing to take care of Gert.

(End of this chapter)