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224 ) (গল্প - 1) আসামের জঙ্গলে - 16 (IN THE FOREST OF ASSAM - 16)।-Written by Junayed Ashrafur Rahman ✒
224 ) (গল্প - 1) আসামের জঙ্গলে - 16 (IN THE FOREST OF ASSAM - 16)।-Written by Junayed Ashrafur Rahman ✒
🌟🌟🌟 ENGLISH VERSION ✒
I (Ratul) was then in the huge forest of Zakiganj. Some parts of this forest are in Bangladesh and some parts are in Assam and Nagaland of India.
I modified my satellite phone. I also use it as a Geiger counter. I also use it as a Geiger counter by connecting some special high capacity purses. It also works simultaneously as a metal detector and a radiation detector. So that’s my “Sategiger”.
However, I have further modified and developed the metal detector. When I set which metal I want to detect, my satellite phone starts detecting the desired metal. Then I gave the settings, titanium, chromium, steel, gunpowder - that is, the type of material with which the firearm is made, the detection settings. As a result, it will be possible to detect the presence of all types of firearms including pistols, rifles, bajokas, rocket launchers.
The small but powerful LED light on my satellite phone cum geiger counter was then flashing and extinguishing the green light. In other words, my sategiger was still not getting firearms as per the setting.
I then went through the deep jungle to the border of Bangladesh and India.
The place is on the bank of a hilly river. Then I see that the LED light is signaling red light instead of green light. That means there are firearms nearby. I then walked a little to the right, the signal was giving less, again I came to the previous place and went to the left, the signal was giving less. I came back to the previous place and went back, I got less signal. I came to the previous place again and moved forward, then the signal increased.
But after the soil under the feet became sloping, it went down steeply.
So I started to take out my own cord that I had brought with me from the position wrapped around my waist belt. By me, titanium has been specially processed to soften it like a thread - but it has become much stronger. The fiber I was using at the time was as thin as a shoe sewing thread, but it was suitable for weighing three tons.
So I tied the fiber to a big gazari tree next to me and started to go down the slope and steeply to get the fiber out of my waist belt. The more I went down, the more my sategiger was signaling in red.
But suddenly the signal started to decrease, so as soon as I got a little higher again, the signal increased as before. I looked and saw that it was made like a cornice. I stood on the cornice and knocked on the wall with the Chinese ax I had brought with me. That is, it is a secret door. So I cleaned the ground with a spade-like part on the other side of the ax. I saw the door locked with a combination lock. The door will open without a key - after matching an eight-digit combination.
Anyone has to worry about unlocking four combinations - and who knows how many months or years it will take to unlock eight combinations? So I poured nitric acid from the bottle I brought with me. After a while, the combination lock was burnt to ashes and the steel door was opened.
I went inside and was surprised. I see so much huge warehouse of weapons. A huge warehouse about ten meters wide, thirty meters long and fifteen meters high. Rows and rows of SKS, AK-47, AK-56, sniper rifle, bajoka, rocket launcher and many more firearms. I looked back and saw a steel box. That too is locked with a combination lock. I also burnt it with nitric acid and opened the box. I saw that there are some files in it. I opened the file and saw that it has calculated when and what weapons were brought from which country. And I got a diary.
The diary is bound with expensive leather and offset sheets of paper inside. And a cello gripper point five pen on the side. The diary has been written with this pen. Even then the writings were blazing.
I started reading the diary ✒
"Avoiding a lot of trouble, with a lot of hard work, today I have succeeded in freeing myself from danger.
I am a fake weapons dealer. I mean, even though I am not a weapons dealer, I have kept these weapons here as a weapons dealer. Although my home is in a district on the other side of the Padma River in Bangladesh, I have introduced myself to those with whom I have worked, my home in Rajshahi and I am a weapons dealer.
After the 1971 war, I moved to Italy with the help of well-known Pak army officers from one of our area's Razakar (War Criminal). At that time many Razakars were fleeing from Bangladesh to many countries including Europe and America. So I escaped easily.
Not finding a good job in Italy, I finally started working as a doorman for a mafia don in Naples. However, I also started brokerage in the house of Mafia Don in Italy. Taking dollars from interview candidates in exchange for meeting Mafia Don earlier. Even though the mafia don knew about the income through brokerage, he did not tell me anything.
Thus fifteen years passed. One day another mafia don came from Russia. His serial was after twenty peoples - but I brokered for a thousand dollars and arranged the serial before twenty peoples.
The other Mafia Don candidates did not accompany me, but the Russian Mafia Don left me and started talking to the Don of Naples. "After the collapse of the Soviet Union, we, the Russian Mafia Dons, also have economic problems."
- Russia dropped a lot of weapons in Afghanistan, they were collected by our peoples. We want to sell them to you.
- We use weapons from Belgium, Hungary, Austria. And we have Italian Beretta, Lopara.
- Then you will not buy our weapons?
- Even if we don't buy, we can arrange sales in South Asia.
Then the Don of Naples contacted a Don of Mumbai. "We can sell arms to the mullahs of Kashmir in India, the guerrillas in Chandigarh, the separatists in Sri Lanka and the extremists in the north-east," said Don of Mumbai. But Russia and Italy must have a representative of the Mafia Dons.
So I was asked to represent. When I did not agree, I was threatened with death. So I was forced to go from Italy to Mumbai to meet that mafia don.
The weapons from Afghanistan were first brought to Mumbai. Four parts were smuggled to Kashmir, one part to Chandigarh and one part to Sri Lanka. But the problem is, with the last part, this part has to be smuggled to the extremists in the north-east of India. But in the end I was given the responsibility of not getting anyone for that job.
So that job turned out to be a disaster for me. But it has to be done. Finally I came to Bangladesh and started looking for a way. Finally I found a man from Hossainpur in Kishoreganj. The man brought me to a man in Gafargaon. But I did not tell them about weapons smuggling. I said, to establish a new type of political party in Bangladesh. So they easily agreed. They brought me to Haluaghat. A man there told me that to form such a team, India would have to cooperate. So I was introduced to a coal exporter from Assam to Bangladesh. I went to Assam with that man, the peoples of Hossainpur, Gafargaon and Haluaghat fooled the three. I went to Assam and got acquainted with the extremists. They brought me to a man in Zakiganj - a man who considered himself extremely pro-Indian. So I lied to him that we are Assam, I will make Sylhet and Mymensingh economically prosperous by uniting them as before. The man was deceived by this and started cooperating with us by spending his saved money. Later, I returned to Mumbai, loaded my weapons for extremists on a ship, and sailed to Yangon, Myanmar. From there I drove across Mizoram, Tripura and Nagaland in India to Karimganj in Assam. I came from Karimganj with an engineer to Zakiganj in Sylhet. And I made this warehouse with that engineer. Weapons of extremists brought earlier were also kept in this warehouse. The work had to be done several times. I do not know, who will use these weapons in the future? But I was relieved to have fulfilled the responsibilities of the mafia dons of Russia, Italy and Mumbai imposed on me. I don't know, who are you reading my diary? But one request of mine, whoever you are, The weapons will be used by the law enforcement agencies of Bangladesh. I did it as an weapons dealer to save my life. And...
🌟🌟🌟 ENGLISH VERSION ✒
I (Ratul) was then in the huge forest of Zakiganj. Some parts of this forest are in Bangladesh and some parts are in Assam and Nagaland of India.
I modified my satellite phone. I also use it as a Geiger counter. I also use it as a Geiger counter by connecting some special high capacity purses. It also works simultaneously as a metal detector and a radiation detector. So that’s my “Sategiger”.
However, I have further modified and developed the metal detector. When I set which metal I want to detect, my satellite phone starts detecting the desired metal. Then I gave the settings, titanium, chromium, steel, gunpowder - that is, the type of material with which the firearm is made, the detection settings. As a result, it will be possible to detect the presence of all types of firearms including pistols, rifles, bajokas, rocket launchers.
The small but powerful LED light on my satellite phone cum geiger counter was then flashing and extinguishing the green light. In other words, my sategiger was still not getting firearms as per the setting.
I then went through the deep jungle to the border of Bangladesh and India.
The place is on the bank of a hilly river. Then I see that the LED light is signaling red light instead of green light. That means there are firearms nearby. I then walked a little to the right, the signal was giving less, again I came to the previous place and went to the left, the signal was giving less. I came back to the previous place and went back, I got less signal. I came to the previous place again and moved forward, then the signal increased.
But after the soil under the feet became sloping, it went down steeply.
So I started to take out my own cord that I had brought with me from the position wrapped around my waist belt. By me, titanium has been specially processed to soften it like a thread - but it has become much stronger. The fiber I was using at the time was as thin as a shoe sewing thread, but it was suitable for weighing three tons.
So I tied the fiber to a big gazari tree next to me and started to go down the slope and steeply to get the fiber out of my waist belt. The more I went down, the more my sategiger was signaling in red.
But suddenly the signal started to decrease, so as soon as I got a little higher again, the signal increased as before. I looked and saw that it was made like a cornice. I stood on the cornice and knocked on the wall with the Chinese ax I had brought with me. That is, it is a secret door. So I cleaned the ground with a spade-like part on the other side of the ax. I saw the door locked with a combination lock. The door will open without a key - after matching an eight-digit combination.
Anyone has to worry about unlocking four combinations - and who knows how many months or years it will take to unlock eight combinations? So I poured nitric acid from the bottle I brought with me. After a while, the combination lock was burnt to ashes and the steel door was opened.
I went inside and was surprised. I see so much huge warehouse of weapons. A huge warehouse about ten meters wide, thirty meters long and fifteen meters high. Rows and rows of SKS, AK-47, AK-56, sniper rifle, bajoka, rocket launcher and many more firearms. I looked back and saw a steel box. That too is locked with a combination lock. I also burnt it with nitric acid and opened the box. I saw that there are some files in it. I opened the file and saw that it has calculated when and what weapons were brought from which country. And I got a diary.
The diary is bound with expensive leather and offset sheets of paper inside. And a cello gripper point five pen on the side. The diary has been written with this pen. Even then the writings were blazing.
I started reading the diary ✒
"Avoiding a lot of trouble, with a lot of hard work, today I have succeeded in freeing myself from danger.
I am a fake weapons dealer. I mean, even though I am not a weapons dealer, I have kept these weapons here as a weapons dealer. Although my home is in a district on the other side of the Padma River in Bangladesh, I have introduced myself to those with whom I have worked, my home in Rajshahi and I am a weapons dealer.
After the 1971 war, I moved to Italy with the help of well-known Pak army officers from one of our area's Razakar (War Criminal). At that time many Razakars were fleeing from Bangladesh to many countries including Europe and America. So I escaped easily.
Not finding a good job in Italy, I finally started working as a doorman for a mafia don in Naples. However, I also started brokerage in the house of Mafia Don in Italy. Taking dollars from interview candidates in exchange for meeting Mafia Don earlier. Even though the mafia don knew about the income through brokerage, he did not tell me anything.
Thus fifteen years passed. One day another mafia don came from Russia. His serial was after twenty peoples - but I brokered for a thousand dollars and arranged the serial before twenty peoples.
The other Mafia Don candidates did not accompany me, but the Russian Mafia Don left me and started talking to the Don of Naples. "After the collapse of the Soviet Union, we, the Russian Mafia Dons, also have economic problems."
- Russia dropped a lot of weapons in Afghanistan, they were collected by our peoples. We want to sell them to you.
- We use weapons from Belgium, Hungary, Austria. And we have Italian Beretta, Lopara.
- Then you will not buy our weapons?
- Even if we don't buy, we can arrange sales in South Asia.
Then the Don of Naples contacted a Don of Mumbai. "We can sell arms to the mullahs of Kashmir in India, the guerrillas in Chandigarh, the separatists in Sri Lanka and the extremists in the north-east," said Don of Mumbai. But Russia and Italy must have a representative of the Mafia Dons.
So I was asked to represent. When I did not agree, I was threatened with death. So I was forced to go from Italy to Mumbai to meet that mafia don.
The weapons from Afghanistan were first brought to Mumbai. Four parts were smuggled to Kashmir, one part to Chandigarh and one part to Sri Lanka. But the problem is, with the last part, this part has to be smuggled to the extremists in the north-east of India. But in the end I was given the responsibility of not getting anyone for that job.
So that job turned out to be a disaster for me. But it has to be done. Finally I came to Bangladesh and started looking for a way. Finally I found a man from Hossainpur in Kishoreganj. The man brought me to a man in Gafargaon. But I did not tell them about weapons smuggling. I said, to establish a new type of political party in Bangladesh. So they easily agreed. They brought me to Haluaghat. A man there told me that to form such a team, India would have to cooperate. So I was introduced to a coal exporter from Assam to Bangladesh. I went to Assam with that man, the peoples of Hossainpur, Gafargaon and Haluaghat fooled the three. I went to Assam and got acquainted with the extremists. They brought me to a man in Zakiganj - a man who considered himself extremely pro-Indian. So I lied to him that we are Assam, I will make Sylhet and Mymensingh economically prosperous by uniting them as before. The man was deceived by this and started cooperating with us by spending his saved money. Later, I returned to Mumbai, loaded my weapons for extremists on a ship, and sailed to Yangon, Myanmar. From there I drove across Mizoram, Tripura and Nagaland in India to Karimganj in Assam. I came from Karimganj with an engineer to Zakiganj in Sylhet. And I made this warehouse with that engineer. Weapons of extremists brought earlier were also kept in this warehouse. The work had to be done several times. I do not know, who will use these weapons in the future? But I was relieved to have fulfilled the responsibilities of the mafia dons of Russia, Italy and Mumbai imposed on me. I don't know, who are you reading my diary? But one request of mine, whoever you are, The weapons will be used by the law enforcement agencies of Bangladesh. I did it as an weapons dealer to save my life. And...
