"It's strange, actually. Early this morning, most of the core Kala Sher enforcers gathered at a single warehouse," Neil said, his voice dropping. "I don't know what kind of big job they're concocting. Wait, have you guys been watching them?"
Neil paused, suddenly startled by the look in Rohan's eyes.
The young constable standing in front of him felt entirely unfamiliar. In his previous life, Rohan had been a corporate titan who commanded sprawling boardrooms and thousands of employees and that quiet, crushing authority, the aura of a man who held power and knew exactly how to use it bled through effortlessly.
It might not have been enough to intimidate a State Minister, but against a slum-level fixer like Neil, it was devastating. Coupled with the heavy, threatening presence of Old Bharat standing right behind him, Neil quickly folded, revealing the exact location of the gang's hideout.
"Rohan, please, you cannot tell anyone I gave you this," Neil pleaded urgently. "I don't know anything about what they did."
"Don't worry," Rohan waved his hand dismissively, already pulling out his phone to call the SHO.
Seeing Rohan dial SHO Agarwal directly, Neil didn't dare linger as he quickly slipped away into the alleys. If the Station House Officer was personally mobilizing for this, the Kala Sher gang was finished and dead men couldn't seek revenge, which made Neil feel much better about selling them out.
However, as he walked away, Neil felt a newfound sliver of fear and respect for Rohan. He had previously laughed off the neighborhood gossip about Rohan being favored by the brass. To Neil, a rookie constable was a nobody but watching an Inspector rely on Rohan to point the spear completely changed the dynamic.
Meanwhile, back at the precinct, Yash Agarwal was pacing his office, sweating through his khaki uniform. Although he had given Rohan half the day, every minute felt like an eternity.
The pressure was suffocating, mostly because there was a third person sitting in his office: Harish Gokhale, the Finance Minister's secretary. Nayar was paranoid about the safe, so he had dispatched Gokhale to personally oversee Agarwal's operation.
When Rohan's call finally came through, confirming the exact coordinates of the gang, Agarwal let out a massive breath.
"Everyone, gear up! We move now!" Agarwal roared, storming out of his office.
Deputy Inspector Gurmeet Singh heard the sudden chaos and stepped out of his own office. "What is going on? Did the SHO just leave?" Singh asked a desk sergeant, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Sir, the SHO just mobilized over forty men," the sergeant replied nervously. "As for the target... he didn't tell us."
Singh's heart hit the floor, quickly followed by a surge of hot, venomous anger. He was the Deputy Inspector and a forty-man raid was a massive, precinct-wide operation, and Agarwal had completely bypassed him but despite his rage, there was nothing he could do. Agarwal was the boss.
If the SHO wanted to freeze him out, Singh had to eat it.
Half an hour later, Agarwal's convoy of police jeeps surrounded the perimeter of Dharavi.
Deep inside the slum, Rohan and Bharat had been staking out a large, dilapidated corrugated metal warehouse.
They had watched several high-ranking members of the Kala Sher gang slip inside.
Inside the sweltering shack, the Kala Sher boss and a dozen of his most trusted enforcers were gathered in a tight circle.
In the center sat the Minister's heavy steel safe. A thug was currently sweating over it, using a heavy-duty angle grinder and a sledgehammer to defeat the locking mechanism.
With a final, screeching crunch of metal, the heavy door popped open.
"It's open, Boss!" the thug shouted, cutting the power to the grinder.
"Finally! We've been sweating over this damn thing since last night. A vault this heavy has to have good stuff inside," the boss laughed, stepping forward.
He yanked the door wide open. A cascade of heavy gold chains, diamond-studded bracelets, and several massive, kilogram-weight gold bars spilled out onto the dirt floor. Stacked behind the gold were dozens of neatly bound bricks of crisp, brand-new thousand-rupee notes.
"B-Boss... we're rich!" one of the enforcers stuttered, his eyes bulging.
The boss actually stopped breathing for a second. He had expected a decent haul, but this? This was staggering, the sheer volume of cash alone easily eclipsed twenty million rupees, and the gold was worth at least thirty million more. One night's work had just yielded more wealth than the Kala Sher gang had made in a decade of bloody turf wars.
"Step back!" the boss snapped, his greed overriding everything else. "Nobody touches it. I will count it myself."
The thugs practically salivated, but they obeyed, stepping back to form a tight ring around the treasure.
"What the hell is this? A notebook? It's all in English," the boss muttered, fishing a small, leather-bound ledger out from between the stacks of cash. Unable to read it and entirely uninterested in paperwork, he casually tossed it onto the dirt as his mind was entirely consumed by the gold.
Outside, Rohan watched the heavy police presence finally close the net.
"Are they inside?" Agarwal whispered, crouching next to Rohan.
"Yes, Sir. The boss is in there too. We just heard the grinder stop so they've likely popped the safe," Rohan reported.
He glanced briefly at Secretary Gokhale, who was hovering nervously behind the SHO as the Minister's paranoia was painfully obvious.
"Alright. Everyone listen up. We breach hard and fast. Nobody escapes," Agarwal commanded his men. He turned to the secretary. "Mr. Gokhale, please remain out here by the vehicles for your own safety."
Gokhale nodded quickly, having zero desire to catch a stray blade.
Rohan and Bharat positioned themselves at the front of the stack. They were facing a warehouse full of violent gang members, but with forty armed cops behind them, there was nothing to fear. More importantly, slum gangs like Kala Sher rarely had access to firearms. They fought with machetes, iron rods, and cricket bats. If they had guns, Rohan wouldn't have volunteered to take the door.
"Police! Nobody move!"
Rohan kicked the flimsy metal door off its hinges, sending the two thugs guarding the entrance crashing to the floor and the raid poured into the room like a flood.
The men inside were completely caught off guard. A few reached for their weapons out of sheer instinct, but as a sea of khaki uniforms swarmed the room and heavy wooden lathis began cracking skulls, the fight drained out of them. They dropped to the floor, hands over their heads.
Only the Kala Sher boss refused to submit. Staring at fifty million rupees slipping through his fingers broke his mind. With a furious roar, he lunged forward, grabbing a heavy wrench.
Before the boss could swing, Rohan pivoted and delivered a vicious, snapping kick to the man's chest.
The boss was launched backward, flying several feet through the air before slamming into the corrugated wall so hard the entire shack rattled.
Rohan blinked, looking down at his own leg in mild surprise. His new, younger body was incredibly athletic. In his past life, Rohan had been somewhat rich. He had employed elite, ex-military bodyguards and sparred with them for cardio. He had also held a premium VIP arms license, spending his weekends at private ranges. He knew how to fight, how to shoot but executing a flawless, rib-cracking kick with a twenty-one-year-old's unburdened joints felt incredible.
As the other constables rushed forward to zip-tie the wheezing gang boss, Rohan stepped past him, his eyes locking onto the open safe.
Seeing fifty million rupees in black money scattered across the dirt was a striking visual but Rohan wasn't looking at the gold.
His eyes landed on the small, leather-bound notebook lying discarded in the dirt. It looked entirely out of place in a slum.
Rohan calmly bent down, picked it up, and flipped it open and his pupils immediately contracted.
He stared at the neat, handwritten columns of English text. The news reports from his past life hadn't mentioned this at all. This wasn't just a safe full of cash, it was a kill switch.
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