It is said that the girl only held Vijay's hand after her death, and she seemed to really think of him as her brother. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Angry Vijay roared on the spot, "Apply for an arrest warrant for that juggling!! “

Sanjay looked at the black policeman standing there like a nail, and roared in the same way, "So, Dali, oh no, I should call you Rajendall now, you're really a lucky Dali." But if you don't arrest people, why are you running here with me? Naturally, I'm going to watch these videos, do you think I'm going to miss the murderer? “

The man, whose real name is Dali Rajendall, was originally the child of a family of officials, but he was thrown into an orphanage because he was not good-looking. It wasn't until he met Ganesh at the train station in Calcutta that Ganesh's smile gave him hope, and it was then that Babur conscripted him to spy on Ganesh.

Returning to the system, Dalí not only regained his surname, but also returned to his hometown to work as a police officer. Of course, as a goblin who had come into contact with Ganesh, Dali voluntarily reported his boss Vijay Kurmar to his superiors after receiving the search order.

However, because the brahmin did not see the shadow of God in him this time, Vijay was able to receive an exceptional promotion to become the titular deputy chief of the Chennai police department.

Now this Vijay's henchman and henchman was in front of Sanjay at this time, and he whispered: "Mr. Sanjay, the owner of the car is the son of the Minister of Home Affairs of this state, and it seems that he is still an only son. “

"Walter Japfark, look at what has been elected by democracy over the years!" After breaking a few pieces of porcelain in the room, Sanjay took a pen and signed his first princely decree, stamped with the secret seal that Sanjay carried with him on the white paper.

After handing the paper to Dalí, Sanjay suppressed his voice and said, "With your gun, whoever dares to kill him without issuing an arrest warrant for that brute." With this order, you can't die even if you kill the Minister of the Interior. “

With the murder pass, Dalí checked his rifle for the first time, drove Vijay's car with double the bullets, and went to the prosecutor's office to handle the arrest warrant for the murderer.

It wasn't long before Sanjay also left early for the first time, and when he returned home, Kavita was at home for unknown reasons. But an angry Sanjay just said hello and locked himself in his study.

Two policemen left unexpectedly, causing gossip and discussion within the police station, and another assistant director guessed the signs and secretly called the Minister of the Interior to report the news.

Kavita had missed school because of Sanjay's words in the morning, but when she saw Sanjay come back early, she was even happier to make him a cup of coffee.

Standing outside the study door, Kavita heard part of Sanjay's roar inside, "Hell, I don't care what difficulties you have... Then kill him, I don't care if he's the Minister of the Interior or not, if he doesn't step down, I'll kill him... Where is so much nonsense, this is what the prince meant, if your state government finds it difficult, then it is impossible for the army to come forward and arrest his whole family for treason. When the time comes, members of your party will inevitably have someone to sit together for the crime. “

When! Frightened by Sanjay's words, Kavita accidentally touches the iron flower pot shelf at the door.

When the wooden door reopened, a black muzzle pointed at Kavita's eyebrows.

As soon as Sanjay saw that it was Kavita, he immediately shifted the muzzle of the gun.

The trigger structure of the Glock Type 17 9mm pistol is similar to that of a double-action trigger, requiring a pre-pull of 5mm of trigger stroke for the locked firing pin to be ready to fire, and a 2.5mm stroke to release the firing pin to strike the primer. Due to the firing pin and locking safe, there is no conventional manual safety handle on the outside of this gun.

Maybe Sanjay was too nervous, or it was just a simple mechanical failure, and the gun unfortunately went off.

The bullet grazed the ends of Kavita's hair, stuck in the wooden floor of the hallway.

The glass full of coffee fell to the ground, and Sanjay was very afraid, so he quickly disassembled the gun despite the fact that the barrel had not cooled, and after throwing away the last parts, he held Kavita tightly in his arms.

Kavita looked up at the nervous Sanjay and asked softly, "Is that the reason for that day?" Without waiting for Sanjay to organize the words, she shook her head, closed her eyes, and said in a smaller voice, "Kiss me." “

The door to the study closes again, and the husband struggles to forget himself, while the wife seeks to forget the tension and fear. The primitive way, like the myth of Pan, helped them overcome their respective fears and fill the void in their hearts. It's just pity for the expensive ornaments that almost no one admires when they buy them, and the fine ink that is dumped into the stalls.

Outside the deserted Catholic church, in the dense cemetery, Sanjay and Vijay attended the funeral together, only the two of them.

The poor old man stubbornly used his savings to organize a brief funeral for his daughter. Since it was not a suicide, the burial process went smoothly.

The poor old man could not afford a suit, so he could only wear a white-washed white shirt and take his two daughters wrapped in white cloth to give the funeral of his eldest daughter.

"Is that the end of it, sir? It's all over, sir. A week ago, we were still discussing Raj's marriage. She said her sister was studying medicine and we needed to save money to pay for her tuition, so she didn't want to get married this year. But today, it's me, the white-haired man, who sends the black-haired man, sir. Because I still have two daughters to take care of, I can't do anything. The old man trembled and pointed at Vijay and said, "But one day, you will be a police officer, or my daughter's eldest brother." If you can, bring that brute to justice, sir! “

Sanjay couldn't even remember how much he drank that day, and a lot of the furniture in the house became a victim of Sanjay's venting.

After another three days, Kavita and her parents had moved into their new home, a modern villa adjacent to Vijay's home.

Driving the bus from the police station, Sanjay took Vijay, who had been elusive for the past few days, to the home minister's house.

Vijay, who walked towards the house, was respected by everyone along the way because of his usual behavior. People spontaneously saluted Vijay, who was passing by, and the director, who was whispering to the minister, noticed the arrival of the deputy.

"What are you doing here, Vijay?" The honest and honest director looked at Vijay and said the question in his heart.

Vijay saluted and replied, "I'm here to arrest the prisoner, sir." “

"Arrest whom?"

"Minister's son, sir. That is, Asven. Vijay said this with his hands behind his back, with all seriousness.

The director's smile faded, and he glared at Vijay with a cold face and asked, "Do you know what you're talking about?" “

"Asven is the criminal in the rape and murder of the IT lady Raji, sir. She said it herself in her last words, sir. After saying that, Vijay was still presentable, and handed out a note.

Aswin's mother roared in the back, and Vijay only asked the minister solemnly, "Sir, where is Asven now?" “

The minister spread his hands and said helplessly: "I also want to know, where is my son now?" That's what I'm asking about, too. He has been missing for three days, and his mother is going crazy, not eating or drinking for three days, crying hysterically every day. My men are looking for him all over the city, but they can't find anyone. For the first time in my forty years of political career, I despaired. You have reason to suspect that I hid him, and as a politician I have lied countless times, and that's normal. But it's a private matter, it's different. “

The director saw that Vijay did not believe it, and corroborated it on the side: "Two days ago he told me that his son was missing, and he did not make it public. He asked us to go unofficially to find his son, and Karikaran and his men are doing their best to find him. “

Vijay looked angrily at his boss and said, "Sir, you can't find Asven this way, sir. “

The minister was also angry and said, "Then what do you want me to do?" Tell the media? Or do you put notices everywhere? Then go for it! I just want my son back. “

Vijay replied to the Minister of the Interior with a smile: "Sir, you know I can find your son, right?" “

The Minister of the Interior said indifferently: "What are you going to do?" Arrest him, take him to court, and send him to jail. Do it! Do your duty as a police officer to the best of your ability, and I also know what to do father. “

Vijay continued with some reluctance: "Sir, in addition to being your son, he is also the main suspect in a major case. “

The Minister of the Interior clasped his hands together and said: "I am very confident in your ability to seize my son and throw him in prison." If you can do it, I'll personally go to your house and give you a promotion. This is my best wish. “

Sanjay, who was standing at the door and waiting, would have been deceived by Vijay's acting skills if he hadn't participated in the entertainment activities for the past two days together.

The returning car, at Vijay's request, stopped at a bridge.

Getting out of the car and blowing the cool sea breeze, Vijay stretched his waist and said, "Rajandall, why do you say this case has reached a dead end?" “

Rajender finally ran down the arrest warrant without showing the prince's warrant, but in the end he failed to catch the brute, and of course he was very unwilling in his heart.

But after all, he was much older, and he was even more numb to the injustice of this society, and looking at Vijay, who was a little lost, Dalí persuaded him: "Let it pass." What if we catch the criminals? “

Vijay was a little unhappy that Dali had gone astray, and he angrily asked, "How can you say that?" “

Dali Rajendall smiled wryly and said, "Sir, don't you know the statistics? Last year, there were 33,000 rape cases filed and investigated in our country, or an average of 93 cases per day. Four women like Raj are raped every hour. “

Speaking of this, Da dropped the lid of the car with his hammer and continued to say in a more agitated tone, "This really chills me, sir. Think of the victims who didn't report the case for various reasons, and the people who reported it but it wasn't accepted, think about the countless cases, sir. For every four cases prosecuted, only one will be found guilty, and the other three will swagger out of the courtroom. I'm sorry, sir, but that's the way our country is. “