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“Unbelievable like fairy tale…!” Uncle Bull just whispered with a sigh.
“This was the business he was doing there under the guise of his apostolic work.” Captain Randy said.
“Yes, an international business, making deadly bacteria and transporting to his customers,” Kimbler said.
“It is stranger than fiction, I can’t believe it.” Uncle Bull expressed his doubt. “Was he doing all of these underground businesses along with his holy service?”
“Yes, He was smoothly running this business by covering it with his gospel mission programs. Actually, his holy service was a cover for him to protect his underground business.”
“Exactly what was he doing there? Did he create any deadly pathogens?”
“Police are investigating that. But, his team was on a mission to develop the deadly germs in his underground laboratory. Later these germs will be injected into the body of the carriers whom he detained there in his underground clinic.”
“And?”
“He will sell these biological weapons, the hosts having deadly germs in the body, to his customers who are the terrorist group or any countries seeking such a weapon. As a weapon of mass destruction, these carriers can spread germs in a territory and destroy a community or a state easily. Look, what good holy service was he doing?”
“He will be the antichrist who is supposed to come in the end times. If he gets me, what will be my fate?” Smiling Uncle Bull looked at his companions.
“He will keep you in a cell of his underground laboratory. And when the order comes, unbeknownst to you, he will inject these deadly germs into your body and turn you into a biological weapon. Then, you will be shipped to his customer's location, the customer will be some terrorist group or any bloody conspirators or the country of any dictator. As you are a weapon of mass destruction, he will make millions on the sale. It is a more profitable business than drugs. And the risk is less. He will sell one living weapon of mass destruction for millions.”
“He is a damn rascal who should be kicked out of this planet.” Uncle Bull said angrily. “So are we away from his threat now?”
“Yes,” Kimbler said. “People are grateful to you for your great service that discovered the underground laboratory of John Kicker that used to develop the deadly germs. Let me continue the story.” Kimbler said. “After you had the deadly cobra brandy along with the Narco juice which you had consumed earlier, you possessed some extraordinary power mentally and physically.”
“What damn power..?” Uncle Bull stared at them.
“We don’t know. But you had gained such a power, or you will not be able to do all of these funny things.”
“The bloody Satan's pill and that Chinese liquor made me mad, that’s all.” Uncle Bull said with a sigh. “Then what happened to me and the evangelist?”
“After you've beaten him up and made him weak, you exposed his underground laboratory and his liquor storage and the narcotic collections to his devotees. There they could see some of the people he had captured and locked in rooms there to make them carriers of his bioweapon. Actually, After the Bikini Beach wave tragedy, John Kicker was developing his business again in a holy way, a new strategy to keep the police away from him.”
“OK, then what happened to him?” Uncle Bull asked.
“He could not escape from his devotees. They tied him up on the holy cross placed in front of the prayer hall and were going to punish him. Soon the police came and saved him from the angry devotees. He and his underground mafia team are under police custody now. Police have sealed his notorious prayer hall and his lab. The investigation is going on. Let us hope John Kicker and his team will be behind the bar forever. People are waiting for you to congratulate you on your great service. The police chief has informed us that you will be honored with a medal for your courage that discovering the underworld business of John Kicker."
“Oh my God..! That is so funny, do I have the courage to conquer a mafia don!! Even I don’t have the guts to bear their foot noise. Did I do all of these stupid things?” Uncle Bull laughed.
“You have done more than this, including a million-dollar deal.” Captain Randy said
“A million dollar deal…? What hell is that? I became another Don Quixote, the funny character who fought with the wind.”
“Yes, you have done more fun than Don Quixote the legend. There is a million-dollar deal in your narco adventure.” Kimbler said. “Million dollars is waiting for you as a gift for your great service..!”
“Very funny…!” Uncle Bull laughed. “I don’t remember anything. When I had the cobra drink offered by evangelist John Kicker, I saw a busting flame coming towards me like a thunderbolt. It made a light revelation in my mind and a current of energy in my veins. When I got stimulated by the energy of these flames, I beat him up and dragged him out. That’s all. I can’t remember any further things.” Uncle Bull replied.
Uncle Bull tried to remember something, but other than some unclear voice and pictures, he could not remember anything.
“OK. Let me continue.” Kimbler said.
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