Chapter 145: Attacking the Farmhouse Part-1
**Chota Seth’s Farmhouse, Delhi-Haryana Outskirts, 6:20 PM**
The sun had almost dipped below the horizon. Inside the lavish dining room, a large TV mounted on the wall was running news footage of the ongoing chaos at Mori Gate.
What had started as a simple protest with burning tyres had escalated into full-blown violence. Burning cars, stone pelting, random gunshots, and fierce clashes between protesters and police filled the screen. Tear gas and lathi charges were t with brutal retaliation.
At the end, the police had withdrawn to a safe distance while locals continued destroying public property in rage. Very often they would clash with any passersby trying to crossover.
A lady reporter spoke over the visuals, her voice tense: "The situation remains extrely tense. What started as a protest over bad roads has now turned into a full-blown gang war between local factions. Several casualties have already been reported..."
A car trying to force its way through the jamd street suddenly exploded into a massive fireball. The powerful blast rattled even the cara filming it.
Enraged, Amir Chaudhary grabbed the TV remote and hurled it furiously at the screen. The remote smashed into the LED TV with a loud crack, causing the display to glitch, scratch, and spark violently.
"Fuck these bastards!" Amir roared, slamming his fist on the table. "Attacking our base at the worst possible ti! They took our trust for granted. Once this is over, I swear every single one of them will be dagged out and executed!"
Jayesh swirled the whiskey in hxis glass calmly. "Relax, Amir bhai. None of us saw this coming. Who would’ve thought our own van would be stolen and used to blow up Anna’s mill?"
He let out a bitter chuckle and added, "I still can’t believe I got fooled by that cripple. If not for your insider’s information, I wouldn’t have figured out what really happened. This kind of humiliation... it can’t be settled with money alone."
Amir sneered as he looked at the corner where Chota Seth sat tied to a chair, gagged and badly beaten. "And who would’ve thought our own man would betray us for a few extra grams of gold? Tell , Chotu... is this how you repay Ahd Bhai’s years of trust?"
Chota Seth’s eyes burned with helpless rage. He tried to shout through the gag, but could only glare murderously at Jayesh — the man who had frad him with fake evidence and turned everyone against him.
Jayesh clicked his tongue and smirked. "Uncle, you shouldn’t have underestimated your opponent. Just pray that the damage to Ahd Bhai’s base isn’t so bad that he forgets your long years of service."
Unbeknownst to them, a small drone hovered silently in the sky, its cara feed being watched live on Rohit’s tablet.
Inside a jeep parked at a safe distance, Rohit sat sharing the intel with Raju. Raju, wearing a fake police uniform and chewing tobacco, looked genuinely impressed.
"Honestly, partner... this technology still surprises ," Raju said, patting his AK-47. "Back in my days, we only trusted this baby. Now everything is remote. I wonder if one day people will start killing with those flying toys of yours."
Rohit didn’t reply. It was not ti to update him on drone technology yet. He moved the drone to scan different areas of the farmhouse.
The structure was rectangular, with a circular courtyard at its center. A narrow path ran along the boundary, lined with trees for cover, with clear entry and exit points on all sides.
The kitchen was on the west, the garage at the rear, and the eastern wing likely held Akhil.
A clever layout—built for defense and escape..
Most sections had 4 to 6 n ard with machetes, shotguns(double—barrel), and kattas (local-made oneshot handguns). When the drone reached the east wing, a sudden gunshot rang out and the feed went dead.
Raju laughed. "See? That was bound to happen."
Rohit frowned. "Aren’t you worried they’ll know we’re coming?"
Raju chuckled darkly. "Nope. I called every single man I have... all 83 including . Obviously, so bastards among them might be leaking information. I have my doubts.. yet no evidence."
He pointed toward the big trunk kept behind in backseat with a savage grin. "But before we storm in, I’m going to piss them off real nice.. "
Rohit nodded, though he didnt care whatever it was inside the trunk.
"You’re only taking three police uniforms?"
Raju sighed. "You’ve got no idea how hard these are to get. Two AKs? Easy. These fake uniforms? Pain in the ass. Don’t worry... three are enough for damage control if the police show up."
Rohit stepped out of the jeep. "Fine. It’s ti. You hit the front. I’ll take the rear."
Raju offered him an AK and called out, "Chetan! Go with him. Protect his ass. I don’t want him dying there."
Rohit raised an eyebrow which prompted Raju to explain with a grin. "What do you take
for, idiot? I know you’re here for your friend. I don’t give a fuck if he lives or dies, but you’ve proven yourself reliable. So take it."
Rohit scratched his chin. "I can’t take sothing that makes too much noise. Do you have anything with a silencer?"
Raju reached into the jeep, pulled out a sleek silver colored 7.65mm pistol with an extra mag and suppressor, and tossed it to him.
Rohit caught them both and turned toward his car, where Robin and Balwinder were waiting.
"Listen, kid," Raju called out from behind. "Win or lose, don’t stay inside more than an hour. Real police will show up by then. Move fast."
Rohit waved his hand without looking back.
"Young blood... ," Raju sighed as he watched Rohit drive off, followed by Chetan and a few others on bikes.
Happy, who was standing nearby, asked hesitantly, "Boss, why are you going so far for that kid? Sure, he helped us... but wasn’t it for his own gain?"
Raju spat out a thick glob of tobacco, making Happy flinch backward. "Idiot. Would you go this far — befriending a mafia lord just to save your friend? He must have deep reasons behind it."He added with a scoff. " And If you can’t recognise opportunities like him, then forget dreaming of becoming rich."
Happy pursed his lips, looking slightly depressed. Raju patted his shoulder firmly and shouted, "It’s ti! Bring out the big gun. The rest of you all.. take positions! We storm the front."
His n moved instantly. They spread out in a long, loose semi-circular arc facing the farmhouse under the cover of palm tress, forming an intimidating line of fire.
Pump action Rifles, desi pistols(kattas), and machetes glead in their hands under the fading dusk light as they advanced steadily toward the main gate.
Two of his strongest n dragged a heavy tal trunk forward. Inside was RPG Launcher.
Raju flipped it open, lifted the RPG launcher onto his shoulder, took aim at the reinforced main gate, and fired.
The rocket streaked through the dusk sky with a sharp hiss and slamd into the main gate. A deafening explosion erupted, sending a massive fireball blooming into the air.
Raju jumped back into the jeep, mic and speaker in hand, and moved closer to the farmhouse. He raised the mic and spoke, his voice booming across the compound:
"Amir Chaudhary, Chota seth... your Yama has co. If you surrender now, I might spare you in one piece."
***
Inside the Farmhouse
The massive explosion rattled the entire farmhouse, shaking windows and sending dust falling from the ceiling.
Jayesh’s face paled as he looked at Amir, visibly nervous. "He really ca..."
Amir leaned back in his chair, a cold, devilish grin slowly spreading across his face. He stood up casually, cracking his neck with a loud pop.
"Yes... he did." His eyes glead with excitent. "Let’s go to the terrace and give him the welco he’s been waiting for."
Jayesh nodded quickly and pulled out his phone, dialing a number. "Milana, bring all the n with proper firearms to the front wall. We engage them hard until our police arrive."
A familiar, calm voice answered from the other side. "Yes, sir."
***
The car bounced along the uneven dirt track as Balwinder gripped the steering wheel tightly. Dusk had already settled, and the farmhouse lood ahead like a fortress
"Young master... I apologise for speaking out of turn," Balwinder said, voice low but firm. "But this is suicide. That house is full of experienced criminals carrying lethal weapons. This isn’t like Jyoti and those high-school kids we dealt with last ti. These n have killed before. They know what they’re doing."
Rohit stared straight ahead. ’He’s not wrong’, he thought. ’But turning back is impossible..’
Before he could reply, a deafening ’BOOM; shattered the quiet.
A bright orange fireball erupted in the distance as Raju’s RPG slamd into the main gate. The explosion lit up the entire compound, sending tal and debris flying.
Rohit’s lips curved into a cold smile. He slowly opened the sling bag , clutched his bandaged hand tight, and tossed it aside onto the back seat.
"It’s too late now, Balwinder," he said calmly. "I cannot leave.. in the middle of all this. Not after everything I’ve set up."
They reached the rear end of the building.
Rohit stepped out first, the cool evening air hitting his face. Without a word, he drew his original pistol and handed it to Robin. Robin felt flabbergasted but eventually took it silently and tucked it into his waistband.
Balwinder’s face tightened with visible disappointnt. He opened his mouth to protest, but Rohit reached under his jacket and pulled out the sleek 7.65mm pistol with the suppressor already attached.
"Relax," Rohit said, showing him the silenced weapon. "I have mine. I only wanted sothing quiet."
Balwinder stared at the gun for a second, then gave a single, reluctant nod. No more nagging. He was appointed to assist him afterall. It was his last day and last chance.
Soon, chetan and three other fighters ca. Rohit called out,"stay at distant to provide cover." They nodded.
They scaled the boundary wall. Even though he had lost the drone but he rembered the layout.
Thanks to that Balwinder moved like a ghost — his elite training on full display. In under a minute, he had silently neutralized three patrolling guards with precise knife work, clearing their path.
They slipped into the living room through the rear entrance.
There, tied to a chair in the corner, sat Chota Seth in bruised, gagged, and bloodied state.
Rohit moved quickly and crouched in front of him. "You stay useful, you walk out. Nod if you understand."
Chota Seth’s eyes widened with desperate hope. He nodded frantically.
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