Great Power Technology.

Chapter 488
Three days later, Amish returned to his home, where, as he expected, someone was already waiting for him.

Amish looked at the familiar face and asked:
"Where are my wife and daughter?"

The director smiled, beckoned him to sit down, and then said:
"Relax, they're safe—we moved her to a more comfortable place, my home. You know, you're a hero now, how can a hero's family live in such a slum? Are you right? ?”

Amish was expressionless, he stared closely at the director's eyes and said:

"I'm going to see them now."

"I'm afraid it 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, the safety of my family will not be guaranteed, isn't it?"

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

The director shook his head and replied:
"No, that's not enough. You went to the Huaxia base before, can you tell me what did you talk to them about?"

"I asked them to intervene, but they refused. They said this is our own business, we should let ourselves solve it."

"very good!"

The director clapped his hands in satisfaction, and continued:
"You didn't lie, this is a good start. By the way, I should tell you first that we have obtained the opinions of the Chinese people through other channels. If you didn't tell the truth just now, I'm afraid our cooperation has ended .”

"But fortunately, you are a smart person. I like to associate with smart people. Now let's move on to the next question."

"You recorded what happened that night, didn't you?"

"Yes."

Amish nodded.

"Where is it? Did you give it to the Huaxia people?"

"No, they said no. They told me I didn't need it."

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

Hearing his words, Amish froze for a moment, and for a moment, he even felt that the other party was not speaking his own language.

what do you want?
I want those who died innocently to come back to life, I want them to no longer touch those lands, I want this world to be fair, but is it possible?
Even if it is to strive for a good result for yourself and your family, it is actually impossible.

The condition of "what they want" put forward by these people is just a strategy to temporarily stabilize themselves. Once they get the evidence, they will still deal with themselves without hesitation, even if they are so-called "heroes". not excluded.

A traffic accident, a drowning, or even a heart attack, such reasons are enough for the poorly educated farmers.

Amish took a deep breath and replied:

"I don't want anything, I just want you to keep me and my family safe."

"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 some things, which is very fair. How, do you need time to think about it? We can Give you time!"

Amish fully understood the meaning of his words. For this group of moths whose interests are paramount, only the exchange of interests can reassure them.

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

"Of course! Well, I will give you 100 million rupees in exchange for the evidence in your hand, how about it, is it fair?"

"Yes, it's fair."

"Then take it out."

The chief looked expectantly at Amish, who without hesitation took the phone out of his pocket and handed it directly to him.

This made the director a little surprised, he didn't expect that the stunned young man on the opposite side would act so decisively - isn't he really afraid of regretting himself?Or, does he have backups elsewhere?

As if sensing the other party's suspicion, Amish said bluntly:

"I didn't make any backups of the video, this phone is now in your hands, you can check it with technical means, and then you will find out that I didn't lie."

"Also, the video is very blurry, and you can't see your faces clearly. If you say that, can you rest assured?"

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 well, I am satisfied, this is exactly what I want. A proof, an incomplete proof."

"What do you mean?"

An ominous premonition rose in Amish's heart, he clenched his fists a little nervously, and stared at the other party.

"Nothing. It doesn't matter. We just closed the first deal, now, let's talk about the second deal?"

"I won't make a deal with you anymore. Give me back my family. After that, I won't appear in front of you again, nor will I have any influence on you. Now, let me go."

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

The director stood up and clapped his hands lightly. 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 from the upper body, his skin was covered with bloodstains, one eye was bloody, and a large piece of blood was still coagulated at the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, before that, he had been tortured inhumanely.

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

The director looked at him mockingly, and said:
"Don't be so nervous, don't you want to live? You see, just now you exchanged evidence for 100 million rupees, and now you want to exchange your own life, you need to do something for me."

"Kill him with your sidearm, and your life will be yours."

"What are you going to do?!"

Amish growled angrily.

"It's very simple. This matter needs a scapegoat. You see, if you hadn't disrupted the plan in advance, we could have attributed all the problems to some kind of mysterious power. No one needs to die for it."

"But your recklessness ruined all of this, and our layout was interrupted by you before it was fully rolled out. Then, we had no choice but to change almost."

"Actually, I really want you to be the scapegoat, but someone above disagrees with me—they want you to be a hero more, so that our subsequent actions will be better."

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

While speaking, the chief put on his gloves, pulled out the pistol from Amish's waist, checked the bullets inside, and stuffed it into Amish's hand again.

"Come on, it's 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 chief, showing a relieved smile.

Yeah, you shouldn't have expected anything from them.

He put the gun back in the holster, then walked aside and sat down, looking up and asking:

"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, as long as his family was in his hands, there would be absolutely no waves.

"I have a list of everyone involved in this."

Hearing this answer, the chief was taken aback for a moment, 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 the police station, but have you ever thought that such a list will only make you die faster."

"Since you have the list in your hand, you should also know who is involved, right?"

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

"Do you think anyone will believe you?"

"You have no proof at all."

"—Even if you have evidence, so what? The whole Punjab belongs to us——no, the whole Yindu belongs to us. How can you fight against us?"

"Wake up, stop doing such childish things, you have to learn our rules. Come on, get your guns."

"As long as you fire this shot, all your past can be forgotten-I heard you are slowly changing, haven't you? You are actually learning our rules, but you just need someone to teach you .”

Hearing this, the last gleam in Amish's eyes faded.

At this moment, he felt painfully that the country he called "the motherland" had completely rotted.

He just wants justice for those peasants who died innocently, but under the rule of these people, there is no justice.

He drew out his gun, raised his hand and aimed at Kunal in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and pulled the trigger.
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However, the bullet did not penetrate Kunal's body.

"Very good, next shot, aim more accurately."

The director said encouragingly from the side, but he didn't notice that a smile that could almost be called crazy appeared on Amish's face at this time.

In the next second, a violent explosion sounded.

The courtyard was full of smoke and dust, and the surrounding guards were knocked down by the dense bullets of automatic rifles in a few seconds. Amish stood in the smoke. He threw away his own gun, and then took it and handed it to him. Former FN57 pistol.

He stepped on the director's chest with one foot, and without the slightest hesitation, he pulled the trigger on the director's head.

The 5.7X28mm bullet came out with the burst gunfire, and the fragile skull was shattered. The man who was talking 10 seconds ago did not leave any last words.

(End of this chapter)