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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 stood up from the floor, did some stretching and finally looked at his slaves.

"You all are coughing so much. Take this."

Pablo threw something towards his slaves.

The slaves felt something on their feet and all of them picked it up.

The room was covered with smoke and the slaves couldn't see what Pablo had given them.

"They are called masks. Wear them on your face. It will save you from this smoke." Pablo revealed.

He had a mask on his face as well.

It was the mask soldiers wore on earth. The one which had a filter.

"How do I wear this?" Hena asked. She was getting accustomed to speaking now.

"Just put it on your face and there is a strap. Figure it out. You are not kids." Pablo gave some directions.

The slaves listened to him and did what he said.

They all brought the masks closer to their face and with mediocre difficulty they finally wore it.

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