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Pablo Castillo was the worst, the evilest, the biggest criminal in the whole world. He was the ominous figure known as Criminal X.

It’s a name that sends shivers down the spines of those who utter it. His past, a mysterious enigma, shrouded in darkness, only adds to the legend of the world’s most notorious criminal.

However, Pablo’s reign of heinous crimes comes to an abrupt end when a specially trained military force, an elite group made especially to capture Pablo, finally apprehended him.

The capture of Criminal X sent shockwaves around nations, for this man had defied all laws and moral boundaries. The world watched as he was brought to the highest court to face the consequences of a lifetime of malevolence.

The International Court of Justice, in a bid to administer justice that matches the magnitude of his crimes, bestowed upon him the most excruciating execution ever conceived.

The world erupted in celebration as news of his demise spread like wildfire. An international holiday was declared, a day of liberation from the tyranny of Pablo Castillo. The day was named with triumphant fervor. They all called it—World Independence Day.

Pablo Castillo was a man so evil that even the kindest of Gods couldn’t find pity for him.

But… Some Gods needed that man. That too, Desperately.
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Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

Pablo was holding a plastic bottle in his hand and its inside was completely white.

"Is that…" The Villagers had their eyes wide open.

"Yes. It is what I said. I stored the mist here." Pablo raised the bottle for everyone to see.

"So you need a separate place to experiment on that?" Socrates asked.

"Yes. I want to know about it and no one should come there. It will be harmful for all of you. And it shouldn't be inside the bunker."

"Alright. You shall get everything you need. Foro will give you the items you asked for." Socrates assured.

Pablo nodded. "And buy some food for all of us with that money. No one should stay hungry."

"Great. We will do that." Socrates obliged and turned around.

"Thank you, detective." The villagers thanked Pablo for the food and all of them went away.

Foro, Ghetto and some other villagers went outside to gather some food and Pablo's items.

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