"Mr. Ben, I heard you were looking for me?" In front of Osama, Binderan Wale asked him submissively.

Bindran Valle, of course, not only him, but all the people here, adore and respect Osama, it's like in a rogue world, the fist is the boss, and Osama, not just the fist, he can do things that other hooligans can't do, for example, use a dirty bomb to attack!

Osama still had eight dirty bombs in his hand, and as for the Indian nuclear physicist, he was no longer visible at this time, and he must have been imprisoned in a secret place to continue to serve Osama.

"Yes, how is the work of building your country going?" Osama asked Binderranwale.

Build a nation! As the leader of the Sikhs, Bindran Wale always wanted to establish his heart of Kalistan, for the sake of which the Sikhs lost almost eighty percent of their population.

Now, according to the original agreement, after the establishment of Hyderabadstan, in a corner of Hyderabadstan, a piece of land has been divided and becomes the state of Khalistan, but the land is very poor, there is little food, and the Sikhs have no economic resources, and their lives will be very difficult. And, more importantly, in the past few years, they seem to be accustomed to robbery, and they are no longer willing to work in exchange for a meager income. In Pakistan, in Hyderabad, they all rely on looting to get by, but now, the loot is almost all consumed.

Therefore, when Osama asked, Binderanwalehle was very helpless in his heart, and the expression on his face also changed.

"Although the establishment of our country has gone through hardships, I believe that it will be successful." Binderranwale said.

"Hmm. What is your financial situation? Osama continued.

Finance? Now Khalistan, does it have finances? Almost nothing, Binderland Valle also survived on what he had looted.

As a result, Binderland Waller could only shake his head.

"In that case, I will help you, Binderranwale. Take your people, and we'll go do a few more big votes. Osama said.

How many votes? Binderranwale was a little puzzled, now, the surrounding princely states are making trouble, and there are more and more robbers, do you want to follow to get a piece of the pie?

"I know a good place, it's a three-way zone." "We went there to make a fortune, and no one would know that we did it," Osama said. ”

Three regardless of the zone? A flame suddenly appeared in Bindland's eyes: "Where?" ”

"Kutch-Bihar region." "It's a strange place," Osama said. ”

The peculiar place is naturally the enclave! Those enclaves. Some are Indian enclaves surrounded by East Pakistani territory, and some are East Pakistani enclaves scattered in the middle of Indian territory. Because of the bad relations between the two sides, the enclaves there belong only nominally to the other, and both sides refuse to allow officials from the other side to enter their enclaves through their own land.

So, an even more peculiar phenomenon emerges in the enclaves, in which the existence of the state ends. Like what. In the Indian enclave of East Pakistan, it is impossible for officials of the Indian government to enter. As a result, there are no taxes, and at the same time there are no police, schools, health services, land registers, banks, postal services, or road maintenance. Even when East Pakistan became Bangladesh, the status quo did not end.

Especially in the area of the enclave, where there is no government at all, Osama has chosen. Naturally, such an enclave, for example, the area called Klem on the map is surrounded by West Bengal, which is the land of India. Only this area belongs to Bangladesh, and in this area with a radius of only 50 square kilometers, there is a village called Noged, which belongs to West Bengal, that is, India.

In fact, because of the anarchy here, the economy is very backward, basically except for agriculture, there is no second income, so, in the past, looting, there are not too many things, as for the benefits, that is, how to rob, how to rob, there will be no one to manage, especially the robbery of the Nord, whether it is Bangladesh, or the Indian government to manage, it is inevitable to enter the territory of the other party, which is impossible.

"There are so many enclaves, we can rob them one by one, there is no tax there, and I heard that the locals are very wealthy." Osama said, "How are you feeling?" ”

In fact, it is very poor, but outsiders don't know it, it is true that there is no tax there, which is a great temptation! Binderranwale knew that he had no reason to refuse, was Mr. Ben the one who could accept it?

"Okay, then we'll get ready right away." Bindranwale agreed.

A few days later.

The Clem region is a beautiful landscape, full of golden fields, tall green trees, moderate rainfall, and a climate that is ideal for growing rice.

Now, it is the season when the rice is ripe, and the hard-working farmers have begun to work hard in the fields to harvest their own food.

There is no government management, which means that there is no medical care, there is no school, and the children here have to forge documents and pay more tuition fees if they want to go to school when they reach school age, so except for a few families who send their children to school, most of them work with their families, day after day, year after year.

The woman in the turban also followed the labor, waving the sickle in her hand, and after the grain was harvested, they would not have to worry about eating for at least a year. For the people in these areas, it is already very happy to be able to solve the problem of eating.

"Buzz, buzz." At this moment, a roar sounded in the distance, and a motorbike convoy was heading towards this direction, and the people in the car were wearing helmets and could not see their appearance.

As they drove over, the peasants who were harvesting their crops in the fields suddenly panicked, and when they occasionally looked up, they saw these uninvited guests, all with weapons in their hands!

There is no government, no army, no police, where do these armed men come from? And it looks like they have bad intentions!

"Quick, go and inform the Enclave Citizens Council." A tall Bangladeshi man shouted.

Since there was no government, the people of the enclave spontaneously organized a coordinating body, the enclave citizens' committee, to coordinate all aspects of the land and other issues, almost all of which were composed of the respected elders of the region.

"Da-da-da-da." At this moment, a motorcyclist led by the leader, holding a weapon, fired into the air, and the sound of the gun immediately shocked everyone.

"Ahh

"Don't move!" Binderranwale, who was already familiar with doing this kind of thing, shouted to everyone: "We are only here to ask for money, and if you do not move, we can guarantee your personal safety." ”

As he spoke, other armed men with guns had already entered the room, pushed the adult men outside, pushed them out, and then tied their hands with ropes and tied them together.

Under the threat of guns, none of these people moved, and they were tied up like this, to be exact, many people were frightened and stupid.

"If you pay 20,000 rupees per person, you can redeem it." Binderranwale admired this idea, and if he were to rob one by one, there would be no bank here, and perhaps all of them would have buried their money in the earth, and it would be difficult to find it.

Therefore, when Binderranwale took over this task, he immediately improved the task, instead of directly robbing, it was better to control these people first, take them hostage, and then let the other party ransom them!

If you were in another region, you would be looking for death, but this is an enclave! I am working on the territory of Bangladesh, and if the government wants to make trouble for itself, it has to be the government of Bangladesh! However, their people will definitely not get along, because they are surrounded by Indian territory.

So, Bindranwale can safely and boldly take hostages and ask for ransom! Grab a vote! Moreover, they kidnapped adult men, the main labor force of a family, so I don't believe that these Bengalis don't pay ransom!

The Sikhs who followed him, all old men who had been robbing for many years, were simply familiar with all this, and after controlling these adult men, they did not retreat, but continued to go deeper, into Nogd.

If they go out, as long as they set foot on Indian territory, they may be captured by the Indian government army and then exterminated, but now, they have entered the enclave of Noged in the enclave, the Indian armed police or government army, if they want to come in, they will invade the territory of Bangladesh, which has long been a three-way zone, and there is no need for India to do this.

Binderranwale's plan was foolproof, and they did not enter the village of Norgede, but stopped in a forest outside the village.

A few people guarded the hostages, and the rest began to relax, all the way, in order to avoid being discovered by the Indian government, they walked on rugged mountain roads, and now they can finally rest for a while.

Binderland Valle took a jug of wine, took two sips, and looked around, why hadn't he paid attention to this place before? If I had known earlier, it would have been easier to come here to expel the original people in the enclave and establish a state of Kalistan, right? (To be continued......)