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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

Foro placed four big bags in front of Pablo.

"We brought your stuff, detective."

"That's not my stuff. That's the stuff for investigation." Pablo clarified.

"Whatever." Foro didn't give a damn.

"What about food?" Pablo had asked them to bring food as well.

"The food is with us." Someone else answered.

Pablo looked and it was other villagers.

They all were walking towards Pablo, carrying big bags as well.

'I should have given them some bracelets.'

"We brought many things to eat for all of us."

The villagers stood in front of Pablo.

There were twenty people in total and all of them had two bags each.

"Leave ten bags of food here and take the rest for yourself." Pablo said.

"Sure thing. You paid for all this after all."

Five villagers came forward and placed their bags in front of Pablo.

Pablo nodded. "Where is Socrates?"

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