Three days later, Amish returned to his home. As he expected, there had been people waiting for him there.

Amish looked at the familiar face and asked:

"Where is my wife and daughter?"

The director smiled, waved his hand to signal him to sit down, and then said:

"Don't worry, they're safe---we moved her to a more comfortable place, my home. You have to know that you are a hero now, how can your family live in such a slum? Are you right?"

Amish had no expression on his face, he stared at the director's eyes and said:

"I want to see them now."

"I'm afraid this won't work. You know, you care about the safety of your family, and I care about the safety of my family. Obviously, if your problem is not solved, my family's safety will not be guaranteed, right?"

"I can hand over all the evidence in my hands to you, and I don't care what you are going to do. Is this OK?"

The director shook his head and replied:

"No, that's not enough. You went to the Huaxia base before. Can you tell me what you talked to them?"

"I asked them to step in, but they refused. They said it was our own business and we should solve it ourselves."

"very good!"

The director clapped his hands with satisfaction and continued:

"You didn't lie, this is a good start. By the way, I should tell you first. In fact, we have obtained the opinions of Chinese people through other channels. If you didn't tell the truth just now, we may have ended our cooperation."

"But fortunately, you are a smart person, I like to date smart people...Okay, let's go to the next question now."

"You recorded what happened that night, right?"

"Yes."

Amish nodded.

"Where? Have you handed it over to the Chinese?"

"No, they refused. They told me I don't need it."

"Very good! This is the second test, and you're still honest. So, I think now, we can really get into today's topic: what do you want?"

When he heard his words, Amish was stunned. For a moment, he even felt that the other party was not speaking his own language.

What do you want?

Want those innocent dead people to survive, want them to stop being involved in those lands, want this world to become fair, but, is it possible?

Even if you fight for a good result for yourself and your family, it is actually impossible.

The conditions for "what you want" proposed by these people are just strategies to temporarily stabilize themselves. Once they get the evidence, they will still deal with themselves without hesitation, even if they are the so-called "heroes", they are no exception.

A traffic accident, a drowning, or even a heart attack, is enough for farmers who have not received much education.

Amish took a deep breath and replied:

"I don't want anything, I just want you to ensure the safety of me and my family."

"No, no, no, how can that work? You have to ask for something, you are a hero! Of course, we will also let you exchange something for it, which is very fair... How about it, do you need time to consider it? We can give you time!"

Amish fully understood what he meant. For this group of borers who are most profit-oriented, only the exchange of interests can reassure them.

"Then I want money, I want a lot of money."

"Of course! OK, I will give you a million rupees to exchange for the evidence in your hands. How about it, it's fair?"

“Yes, it’s fair.”

"Then take it out."

The director looked at Amish for a long time, and the latter took out his cell phone from his pocket without hesitation and handed it directly to his hands.

This surprised the director. He didn't expect that the young man on the other side would be so decisive. Isn't he really afraid that he would go back on his word? Or, he has a backup elsewhere?

As if feeling the other party's suspicion, Amish spoke directly:

"I didn't make any backups of the video. I'll leave this phone to you now. You can check it with technical means, and then you will find that I'm not lying."

"In addition, the video is very blurry and you can't see your face clearly. Can you rest assured if you say this?"

The director did not answer him, but lowered his head and dragged the progress bar of the video. After a long time, he finally spoke:

"Very good, I'm very satisfied, that's exactly what I want. One proof, one incomplete proof."

"What's the meaning?"

An ominous premonition arose in Amish's heart. He clenched his fists with a little nervousness and stared at the other person.

"Nothing meaning...it doesn't matter. We've just finished the first deal, now, let's talk about the second deal?"

"I will not make a deal with you. I will return my family to me. After that, I will not appear before you again, nor will I have any impact on you anymore. Now, let me go."

"No, no, you can't leave."

The director stood up and patted his hands gently. The door of the room behind him opened, and a familiar but bloody face appeared in front of him.

Kunal.

The other party was naked, with blood marks on his skin, one eye was already covered with blood, and a large area of ​​blood was solidified at the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, before this, he had suffered inhumane torture.

Amish's expression turned from shock to anger. He wanted to rush forward, but was held tightly by others.

The director looked at him teasingly and said:

"Don't be so nervous... Don't you want to survive? Look, you exchanged evidence for one million rupees, and now if you want to exchange your own life, you need to do something for me."

"If you shoot him with your mate, your life will belong to you."

"What the hell are you going to do?!"

Amish roared angrily.

"It's very simple. This thing is originally a scapegoat. You see, if you hadn't disrupted the plan in advance, we could have attributed all the problems to some mysterious force, and no one needs to die for it."

"But your recklessness ruined all this, and we were interrupted by you before our layout was fully rolled out, so we had to change almost."

"Actually, I really want you to be this scapegoat, but someone above disagrees with me--they want you to be a hero, so that our future actions can be carried out better."

"So, we can only let him carry out this difficult task."

While speaking, the director put on his gloves and pulled out the pistol from Amish's waist. After checking the bullet inside, he stuffed it into Amish's hand.

"Come on, this is not a difficult thing."

Amish glanced at the gun in his hand, then at Kunal, who was kneeling on the ground, and finally turned his face to the director, showing a relieved smile.

Yes, there shouldn't be any expectations for them.

He inserted the gun back into the holster, then walked to the side and sat down, looking up and asked:

"What if I tell you that I have something else in my hand? Can he survive?"

"What else do you have?"

The director's expression was also calm. In his eyes, no matter what Amish had, as long as others were here and as long as his family was in his own hands, he would definitely not make any waves.

“I have a list of everyone involved in this.”

Hearing this answer, the director was stunned at first, and then suddenly laughed.

"Hahahahahaha...you don't think this so-called list can cause me any trouble, do you?"

"I don't care where you got the list, whether it's from the Chinese or from the police station, but have you ever thought that such a list will only make you die faster."

"Since you have a list, you should also know who is involved, right?"

"If you know, then I want to ask you, what are you going to do? Publicize this list?"

"Do you think anyone will believe you?"

"You have no evidence at all."

"-----Even if you have evidence, so what? The whole Punjab is ours-----No, the whole Yin is ours, how do you go against us?"

"Wake up, stop doing such naive things anymore. You have to learn our rules... Come on, get your gun."

"As long as you fire this shot, you can keep your past without any consequences--I heard you are slowly changing, aren't you? You are actually learning our rules, but someone needs to teach you well."

Hearing this, the last glimmer in Amish's eyes disappeared.

At this moment, he felt heartbroken that this country, which he called the "motherland" by himself, had completely rotted.

He just wanted to seek justice for those innocent and innocent farmers who died in vain, but under the rule of these people, there was no justice.

He pulled out his gun, raised his hand and pointed it at Kunal in front of him. After hesitating for a moment, he pulled the trigger.

--- However, the bullet did not penetrate Kunal's body.

"It's very good. Next shot, just hit it right..."

The director said with encouragement, but he did not notice that at this moment, a smile that could almost be called crazy appeared on Amish's face.

The next second, a violent explosion sounded.

The yard was filled with smoke and dust. The surrounding guards were knocked down by the dense bullets of the automatic rifle within a few seconds. Amish stood in the smoke. He threw away his gun and then took the fn57 pistol that had been handed to him.

He stepped on the director's chest with one foot, and without any hesitation, he pulled the trigger to the director's head.
Chapter completed!