I'm a Master in India

Black Eyes used to love the bustling streets of Mumbai; most of his childhood happiness came from there.

But at this moment, he was extremely disgusted with the crowded people. To avoid pedestrians, his motorcycle was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, never exceeding a speed of 19 kilometers per hour.

After being blocked by an ox cart in front again, he couldn't help but imagine fiercely: as long as he pressed the button, the motorcycle under his butt would surely send everyone here to heaven.

Unfortunately, this was not his destination; the Victoria Train Station in the south was.

This was Black Eyes' first time performing such a task, and his head was full of fantasies born of tension and excitement. In fact, he had only joined the gang not long ago.

Black Eyes was the nickname he gave himself. He only knew that he had joined a slum gang called Dawood. The riots two months ago caused a large number of slum youths to join the gang.

Black Eyes was one of them. He was only eighteen years old, and two months ago, he was still a student at a middle school.

But the riots changed everything. That day, he was watching cartoons at home when suddenly someone knocked on the door: "We are sent by the government."

"Open the door and show your ration card," the voices outside rose and fell.

Black Eyes became vigilant, and his father immediately jammed the iron bar against the door. Just the day before, they had witnessed the public Dharma assembly held by the Shiva army. It was a demonstration-like parade, and the other party had been marking the residences of slum residents in this area.

Even Black Eyes' neighbor and friend, who was Hindu, was in that parade. At this moment, the unusual knocking sounded, and the whole family nervously raised their voices.

Realizing that the people in the house were not fooled, the people outside began to slam and push the door, and finally broke in.

They picked up iron bars and beat Black Eyes' father in front of the whole family. Among them was his friend. They used to play cricket together, and the other party had even eaten at Black Eyes' house.

Black Eyes, who was caught in the crossfire, hugged his head and begged his former friend for mercy: "Didn't you used to be a guest at our house?"

The other party only glanced at him coldly, and then told him to get out.

The thin Black Eyes ran all the way to his uncle's house, crying and begging his uncle for help, but his uncle refused.

"I still want to live," was the answer he got.

During the time he ran away, Black Eyes' mother and sister locked themselves in the bedroom, clutching insecticide in their hands. If the rioters forced their way in, they were prepared to swallow the poison and commit suicide, which was better than being ravaged.

Miraculously, the Shiva army did not attack them. After beating Black Eyes' father, they smashed everything in the house to pieces.

Black Eyes and his family had no choice but to abandon their home and flee to the refugee camp, where they stayed for three days. Nearby restaurants were even unwilling to give them a sip of water, and they lived on rotten tomatoes.

But the worst was not this. After the riots, they had to beg wherever they went.

They could no longer return to the Nagpada development zone where they used to live, where there were more Hindus than slum residents. Their former apartment, TV, and running water had all become extravagant hopes.

For the past two months, their whole family had been begging everywhere, and their clothes and biscuits came from the relief station. In order to protect his family, his father also lost his job.

Now Black Eyes had dropped out of school, and his family's impoverished situation could not afford the cost of schooling at all.

He could only join the gang, the slum gang. After becoming a gang member, no one dared to bully his family again.

Black Eyes especially remembered the scene of holding a pistol against the head of a Hindu merchant. The other party was submissive and took out all the money on him.

The Hindu who had rushed into his house fiercely was as docile as a sheep. After Black Eyes took the money, he also took the opportunity to touch his wife's bulging chest.

This feeling was very addictive, and Black Eyes did not regret joining the gang.

Not only him, but most of the slum youths in the community where he used to live had joined the Dawood gang.

He felt that he was forced to do so, and now he was preparing to do as they wished: the slum residents were about to massacre the Hindus.

Black Eyes silently calculated the time, and the Victoria Train Station in front was already faintly visible. The detonator lead wire under his motorcycle was green, which meant that once he pressed the button, 5 kilograms of RDX explosives would be detonated in two hours.

The higher-ups had special personnel to assemble the detonator and electronic timer. Different colors of wires represent different detonation durations. Red means fifteen minutes, yellow means one hour, and green means two hours.

Black Eyes departed from Madanpura in central Mumbai because the Victoria Train Station in South Mumbai was far away, so he used a green detonation wire.

Soon, it's almost there, Black Eyes was a little excited.

Suddenly, a figure darted out in front of his motorcycle. Black Eyes, who instinctively slammed on the brakes, was about to curse, but the next scene made him and the reckless ghost look up.

Boom! A pillar of fire burst out, and then the shock wave swept over, and Black Eyes was directly knocked to the ground.

Ron also painfully covered his ears, his chest felt like an elephant had stepped on it, stuffy and painful.

Huff, huff, after panting a few times, Ron gradually let the tinnitus subside.

He raised his head, and tiles, bricks, glass, and metal fragments were falling from around him.

Not far away, just across a street, thick smoke was rising.

That was in the direction of the Mangaldas textile market, where most families in Mumbai had bought carpets.

Nia! Ron shuddered and continued running towards the train station.

Bang! A billboard fell not far from him, and then rolled over, pressing a small figure underneath.

Heart-wrenching screams and cries came, and Ron's world finally regained color.

He paused, wanting to continue rushing to the train station, but the small figure under the billboard held him back.

Ron gritted his teeth and rushed over, trying to lift the billboard with all his strength. But it was too heavy, and he couldn't move it alone.

"Push!" Another passerby came to help.

Then a second and a third, with the joint help of the crowd, the billboard was moved away.

Lying underneath was a slum child, his arm was bleeding non-stop, and his radius was protruding. He screamed in pain, very frightened.

It should be a fracture, Ron instantly made a judgment.

There was no first aid kit at hand, and he wanted to tear a piece of cloth from the shirt on his body to fix the child's arm.

However, a woman nearby took off her sari headscarf and handed it to him. Ron didn't bother to thank her, took it and began to bandage and fix the child's arm.

Not far away, Black Eyes got up tremblingly. He glanced at the white hat of the slum child in the crowd, and then at the sacred thread on Ron's wrist, and hesitation appeared on his face for the first time.

Boom! Another explosion sounded further away, and Black Eyes knew it was the Mumbai Stock Exchange.

Black smoke rose everywhere in Mumbai, and Black Eyes suddenly felt a little wet on his head.

He raised his head, and a severed arm was dripping blood from the balcony above.

Black Eyes shivered in fear, then threw away the detonator in his hand, abandoned his motorcycle and ran away.

After Ron handed the child over to a passerby, he rushed to the train station again.