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"Sir these are the forensic report of the body found in the spot" Arjun Shastri received the file from the constable and looked deep into the report.

Arjun Shastri was a middle-aged man, with professional ethics and principles filled in him. When the case was notified by the central government to him, he was a little skittish with turns. As the people already believed the victim to be a criminal. He knew this one was the hard case to crack but was hoping to accomplish this like every other case. Never in his carrier, the case was left unsolved. He was known to achieve all in the toughest situation.

"Ask Inspector Kamble to meet me now" he ordered and again glanced at the report which bared the victim's name in bold.

As weeks passed the case was transferred to the Central Bureau of Investigation-CBI by the central government. The state police couldn't do much contemplating the lawsuit and the topic was highly profiled with a renowned businessman involved with vast family background. The public was demanding answers constantly, which were still unknown.

"Sir still bank accounts are working. It's not ceased." Amira Khan entered with a blue file and marched towards the whiteboard.

Amira Khan, beauty with brains. Was highly talented in the digital section and also in the paper works. Arjun admired her for her sincerity and calmness. She was just like a daughter to him.

Arjun just stood over there and watched her, she took the marker pen and scribbled the details of the account on the smooth surface of the whiteboard. Later on, she passed the file to him.

"Is it active?" He asked turning the pages. His eyes were glued to the fonts on the paper.

"No sir. But the accounts are not ceased after his death. It is more than we think." Amira answered looking at the graphical analysis of the shoot out scene.

"Jai hind Saab" folks sitting in the hall turned their heads as Inspector Kamble addressed them. Arjun nodded at him at dismissal and asked him to join in the discussion.

"Sir we have retrieved 3 bullets from the crime scene out of 6 bullets shots." Inspector Kamble picked the evidence pouch and vigorously shook it, showing the transparent compartment to the people over there. As he shook the bullets collided with each other making jiggling sounds.

"Two of them have been shot to Shivaay. Which was later removed from his body. Among all bullets we got a different one, that is of R700" Arjun looked startled with the mention of gun type.

"What? R700? We don't use these types of sniper guns, in this era." Amira beat Arjun in questioning him and asked him with confusion.

"It was used in wars during the mid-nineteenth and twentieth-century" Arjun scratched his forehead while speaking. Sweatdrop rolled down from his forehead, he knew what was coming up next.

"What about the pistol, from which Shivaay shot Tej Oberoi," another subordinate, Akash Kamath asked looking into the transparent pouches of evidence that we're lying on the semicircular table.

"It was of 9mm self-defence gun. The license is under Tej Oberoi" Inspector Kamble muttered. He knew that the people in the Conference hall were boring their gazes into his body, but he stood with head hung low.

"Do you bloody hell know what this means?" Akash stood up from his chair and banged the table making the paper fly in the air and scatter around the ground.

Akash Kamath was a new officer still in his two years tenure. By his brief period, everyone recognised him by his aggression and angry personality. Nevertheless, he was best at solving the criminal charges and fieldwork.