We had to release another order to INTERPOL to now take down those illegal shipping companies too. This was done earlier than expected and now the last piece of the puzzle was this lead don himself. He had crossed all limits and he was a danger to the world itself. We wanted nothing but to take him down.

We got to a location where there were some trucks dumping E-Waste and confronted them. They told us that they were ordered to dump this here. We arrested the people involved and just as I was about to arrest one of them, a guy jumped out.

He was a 6 feet tall guy who had a very long flowing beard and had very long hair. He looked like a pirate from the 16^th century. He was none other than the lead don himself and he told.

“THIS IS THE LAST REMAINING 9 OF MY GANG, INCLUDING ME IT IS TEN. NOW I AM GOING TO SHOW YOU THE CONSEQUENCE OF MESSING WITH MY GANG SO WATCH WHAT HAPPENS.”

I immediately tried to signal to my INTERPOL team but found that we were all at gun point. He then got into a large crane which was holding a large boulder and told:

“I JUST HATE POLICE OFFICERS. ALWAYS TRYING TO HELP THE CRIMINALS WHILE HURTING THE INNOCENT. NOW JUST WATCH. I AM GOING TO SEAL YOUR FATE WITH THIS STONE. I WILL CRUSH YOU AND YOUR TEAM SO HARD AND FLAT THAT THE SCAVENGERS HERE WILL EAT YOU LIKE ONE JAVARSI APLAM (INDIAN FRIED SNACK)”

I was unsure of whether I would live or not and I just prayed hoping that I sustain nothing more than a few fractures. I had to at least be alive to give a statement and report him if not more. Just as he lowered the crane, he immediately shouted: “IF THERE IS ANYONE WHO WANTS TO CHALLENGE ME WITHOUT GETTING CRUSHED, THEN HERE IS THE CHANCE, SO TRY YOUR LUCK.”
 

When he tried to unleash the boulder on me, I suddenly saw a short 4 feet tall figure. The figure had red hair and a face that was half human and half animal. He was holding the boulder with just its one hand as if he had extraordinary strength. He just threw the boulder off to the side and screamed.

“I WILL CHALLENGE YOU! WHEN PEOPLE ARE THERE TO SAVE THE FORESTS IS THIS HOW YOU POLLUTE IT? IDIOT FELLOW, COME NOW, IT IS FOR YOU, COME.”

That don screamed in English and told his accomplices “All the 9 of you, leave the officers and now go kick this thing. How dare he insult me.”

The first guy went over with a spike club in his hand only to be tossed like a toy. He went flying against the excavator and broke himself into two pieces.

The second guy and third guy met the same fate.

The fourth guy attempted to pull a knife on the figure only for it to kick him so hard that he went and fell on a rock instantly dying.

The others to tried their best but were killed instantly by him.

The lead don was left so before taking on the lead don, he instructed us officers to wear our ear protection.

Once all of us had our ear protection on, we decided to watch what happened.

He caught the lead don by the neck, lifted the don up and let out an unearthly scream. The don’s eardrums immediately popped and he started bleeding from his ears and started shivering vigorously. He picked the don up and attacked him by throwing him to the ground and smacking the don’s head to the ground multiple times and then kicking him towards me.

He then told me: “Listen officer, take your knife and just put a few cuts on him, let him bleed slowly. He deserves to suffer like anything for all that he had done.”

Just as I obeyed his orders, my cousin came in, he looked at us and asked us if we were all fine. He then looked at the figure and ran towards it to give him a hug.

My cousin exclaimed: “Oh Curupira, thank you so much. Thank you so much for saving our officers and getting rid of this menace.”

Curupira: “Hey, no worries child, pleasure is all mine. You put so much efforts to clean the forests so how could I leave you alone when you were in trouble.”

We were all elated and decided to do the last remaining part of the forest cleanup which was also the last remaining part of the case.

My cousin: “Hey, is there anything left to do?”

Curupira: “Yes, there is a little bit. It is always the people close to you who can hurt you the most. There is this official from the UNODC who was involved in supporting this don. He is a senior official who provided a lot of assistance to this don. You should take him down. Had you taken him down before itself, this don would not have given you so much pain.”

My cousin then told me, all of you take a break if you want, to which we replied: “No, we will come with you”, in unison. We then went into the office and caught the UNODC officer by his collar and told him: “you have played with people’s life all this while. Now it is time for you to play in hell. The UNODC is an organization that protects the world from climate change and saves forests. They also prevent illegal drugs from coming in. You have violated every single principle of the UNODC and have just been a criminal yourself.”

Without giving him a chance to speak we dragged him out of his office and shot him in the head.

The case was finally solved so all of us officers passed the time cracking jokes.

However, all of us were curious as to who that Curupira was. My cousin then told us:

“Curupiras are those creatures that protect the forests from incursions by criminals. They are physically very strong and it is impossible to over power them. They have half human and half animal features and are very helpful to those who protect the forests but a terror to those who damage the forests.”

We should all be grateful to the Curupira for saving our life that day, otherwise what would have happened to us. We were all very elated and thanked the Curupira for saving our life.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY THAT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS. ANY RESEMBLENCE BETWEEN ANY CHARACTERS IN THE STORY TO THAT IN REAL LIFE IS PURELY COINCIDENTIAL AND UNINTENDED.

THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO INSULT OR GLORIFY ANY COUNTRY OR STATE NOR DOES IT HAVE ANY INTENTION TO ASSOCIATE ANY COUNTRY/STATE WITH TERRORISM AND/OR CRIME.

THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO PROMOTE VIOLENCE OR HIGHLIGHT MISUNDERSTANDINGS OR FIGHTS BETWEEN COUNTRIES, STATES AND ETHNICITIES.

Now, we also issued an alert to the United Nations Development Program (UNDP) and requested them to clear out all the waste from the designated areas. They did it in no time and we too ensured that the areas in Brazil were getting cleared.

However, there was one place where we saw a lot of foreigners from European countries and Middle Eastern countries coming. We asked them as to what they were doing there and then they told us that they had come for organ transplants. We asked them as to where were they getting it done as there were no hospitals nearby. They pointed out to one ranch and told that this ranch is where the transplants are done.

I immediately informed my team and we raided this location. We did the usual, break open locked entrances, shoot any trafficker who came our way (unless they surrendered) and then we rescued the victims. I also raided all the other organ trafficking centers nearby and took down almost 90% of the mafia.

Then I got an anonymous call on my mobile phone which told: “How much do you want? What about 5 billion Dollars USD? What about a Hennessy Venom GT? What do you want?

I replied: “You” and cut the phone.

We investigated and shut down all of his businesses and then informed the INTERPOL about and the United Nations about everything. I told them to stay quiet and not make a lot of noise about it as I did not want any of his gangs to be alerted.

Now, we got the news that a ship carrying 20000 tons of waste was headed towards the North-Eastern coast of Brazil. Not just that one but many other ships were carrying very toxic waste. We were also able to intercept that some ships were also carrying radioactive waste. The ships were enroute from the USA and Europe and some from the Middle East. I immediately issued an alert to the Brazilian Navy and the Brazilian Coast Guard to stop these ships and use lethal force if needed. I told them that my team is from the INTERPOL. They agreed immediately and stationed themselves at attacking positions. I also informed the Indian Navy base in the Northern Island of Seychelles to keep their ships ready for an attack. I also requested for helicopter support from the Indian Army contingent that was situated in Haiti as a part of the United Nations Peacekeeping Mission in Haiti. We were able to immediately stop all the ships that were coming.

One of the ships carrying radioactive waste was also seized immediately and towed to California. My cousin informed the authorities at the Nuclear Regulatory Commission that this ship was carrying illegal radioactive waste and that we needed to transport it safely to one of the facilities in California. The authorities agreed and instructed us to hand the ship over to the US Coast Guard who would safely escort the ship to California. All the other waste carrying ships were also escorted to respective locations.

Now, let us catch up in Part-3 and see as to whether it is possible to catch this tyrant.

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THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO INSULT OR GLORIFY ANY COUNTRY OR STATE NOR DOES IT HAVE ANY INTENTION TO ASSOCIATE ANY COUNTRY/STATE WITH TERRORISM AND/OR CRIME.

THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO PROMOTE VIOLENCE OR HIGHLIGHT MISUNDERSTANDINGS OR FIGHTS BETWEEN COUNTRIES, STATES AND ETHNICITIES

Okay, just as we finished in the USA, we were transferred to Brazil. Now, this was a good opportunity for us as the villain’s lair was a good place to be. We had been transferred to a small town near the Amazon Rainforests and had gotten the orders to bring down a large human trafficking nexus that operated in all domains of human trafficking. Besides, they had the towns around them drowning in narcotics and everyone was high on narcotics. This town reminded us of our postings in the Indian States of Punjab and Kashmir where there was a drug menace. Besides, these cartels and mafias operated very advanced weapons which is why I also requested for a team of officers from the Punjab Police Special Weapons and Tactics Team and the Jammu and Kashmir Police Special Operations Group.

Now, we were a lethal gang for another lethal gang so we decided to take our first assignment. There were orders given to raid a few fazendas. Fazendas are basically large plantations that are used for cultivation of coffee and these were very large stretches of land. The orders were given because the intelligence agencies were informed about forced child labor and growth of narcotic plantations. We immediately raided the location on our Mahindra Marksman armored vehicles and started firing on all the gangs. They tried their best to defend themselves but were all put down as usual. Commands to surrender definitely felon deaf ears so we had to take this step. We rescued all the children and sent them back to their respective families. We also supported them with psychological aid. Now coming to this Fazenda, we decided to cut all the plantations and safely hand this over to the United Nations Office of Drugs and Crime Prevention (UNODC) who would make sure that all this was disposed in a responsible manner.

A group of dons were angry at their main plantation being destroyed so they came with their entire gang on a bunch of Nissan Frontier pickup trucks and attempted to attack our team. They were of course no match to us and we put them down like a piece of cake. Now one of the dons who came in a Mercedes G-Wagon looked at us and immediately put his hands up and surrendered to us. He requested us not to shoot him and told that he will provide some information.

We took down the remaining members and then put him in our custody. We then took him to our undisclosed base. He told us: “Sir, this nexus is very huge. You find all types of crime here and you also find all types of smuggled black-market products here. Everything is controlled by one guy alone sir and he operates globally.”

Just as we were interrogating him, we decided to offer him lunch. One of my INTERPOL members from the Tamil Nadu Police Special Task Force opened a box of Nasi Biryani, which is quite famous in the Indian State of Tamil Nadu. Then this don immediately told: “Sir, Nasi Biryani ah, adhu rombu nanna irruku, yenakum pudikum.” (Translation: Sir is that Nasi Biryani, it is a very nice dish. I too love it!) We were quite surprised as to how he knew Tamil language. He told us: “Sir, the lead guy is an Indian Don. He hails from Tamil Nadu. He apparently was sold as a child to a childless couple here. They abused him, so he joined one of the underworld outfits, sir. Now he is doing very well and is operating this nexus world-wide.”

Now we asked him as to how he knew Tamil to which he replied: “Sir, he frequently sent me to Tamil Nadu to interact with his contacts there. He used to sell children from here to rich people over there. I too have delivered many children over to Tamil Nadu sir. Besides, I also killed one of the ministers in Chennai because he was working against us and wanted to expose us.”

“Sorry sir, now I am surrendering. I am willing to accept any punishment. But before that, please give me a chance to work with you and give information sir.”

He gave some very vital information, and I immediately shared it over to INTERPOL and made the INTERPOL teams all over the world do a cat and mouse chase on these gangs and encounter them. A large chunk of garbage was cleared up.

The next day, I again met that guy in the prison cell to which he told me. “Sir, our boss is a garbage can”. I chuckled and asked him why? He then replied stating that, the boss would generally import highly toxic waste from other countries and then dump it in locations across South America and South Asia sir.  This way his mafia earned billions of dollars USD in payments and many people lost their lives due to exposure to this waste.

He then begged: “Sir, nothing is in my hand sir, please try and take him down. If he targets the Amazon Rainforests, then the world itself will have problems. Please do it fast sir.”

He also asked me: “Sir, if you have contacts from United Nations Development Program (UNDP) then please get the transport equipment and clear out all the waste sir.”

We thanked him for this information.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY THAT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS. ANY RESEMBLENCE BETWEEN ANY CHARACTERS IN THE STORY TO THAT IN REAL LIFE IS PURELY COINCIDENTIAL AND UNINTENDED.

THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO INSULT OR GLORIFY ANY COUNTRY OR STATE NOR DOES IT HAVE ANY INTENTION TO ASSOCIATE ANY COUNTRY/STATE WITH TERRORISM AND/OR CRIME.

THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO PROMOTE VIOLENCE OR HIGHLIGHT MISUNDERSTANDINGS OR FIGHTS BETWEEN COUNTRIES, STATES AND ETHNICITIES.

Yes, we unmasked that evil clown and found that he was none other than the captain of that police station. I punched him really hard and asked him why he did these atrocities. He replied with a smile stating that “All orders cannot be taken from the force, in my case orders of Mr. Spark is more important and it is also worth following given the higher pay.”

My cousin interrogated him asking, who is this Mr. Spark, he smiled and told me, look behind you.

We saw a group of creepy looking clowns who were already having us at gun point and told us to drop our guns. They also told us that if we wanted to have a real fight then we have to fight with them. They also told us that they were inspired by our courage and investigation skills that they really wanted to see what we were made of.

Then that lead clown Mr. Spark came to us. He told me: “Oh, so you are that DIG of Police, right? And your cousin is the IG of Police, right? How funny, the police were on my payroll so the INTERPOL was called right, oh my, I am not scared of the INTERPOL at any cost. So here is an offer, why don’t you want to be on my payroll, your monthly income will be 1,000,000 Dollars USD and there are also other benefits like a mansion in Beverly Hills? What say?

I immediately replied saying that I just wanted to screw him than get stolen property.

He then replied: “You are going to regret this kid, you just made the biggest mistake of your life, let me show you how it is done. Come over to that side, challenge me for a one-on-one knife fight, I am sure you will know what it is like to mess with Mr. Spark the clown or the Clown Clone as some call me.

I just laughed and told him to come over. He charged at me with a huge knife and wounded me on my chest. Then another one on my abdomen and one on my forehead.

He let out an evil laugh and told: “hahaha, INTERPOL is easier than I thought. Now with my final move I am going to finish you off DIG of Police.

Just as he was about to win, this happened. He tore open my clown costume on my shoulders only to reveal my insignia. My insignia of DIG of Police was 3 stars and the National Emblem of India, which had Lions on the Emblem.

The truth was that we the Police officers of the Indian Police were like lions. A wounded lion was much more dangerous than a normal lion.

I immediately got up and charged towards him with my half used shaving razor that I had. I lunged towards him and immediately stabbed him in the eye causing Mr. Spark to start crying in pain and drop his weapon, I gave him a few more slashes with that shaving razor causing him to fall down in pain. The other members of the Spark gang tried their luck but they were put down by the other INTERPOL members who killed all of them.

We then walked towards Mr. Spark and asked him to tell his story as we were in a mood for some fun. He then told some great sad story about how he underwent abuse and trafficking as a child and that he wanted to take revenge. I asked him as to why did he target clowns and he stated that it is because he was kidnapped by clowns when he was young and he underwent torture. He had his kidney removed because another child of his age needed one. 

He stated that it was good to kill clowns who owned confectionary stalls as they were the ones who were responsible for giving high calorie food to the children and when their organs were damaged, they would need transplants that could only be satisfied by forceful organ trafficking from other vulnerable young children.

He told: I understand that you win, now if you can let me go I can also fill the form for joining INTERPOL and help you people.

My team laughed and told that the only form he would need to fill is a form for mercy petition as we were very sure that he would definitely be sentenced to nothing less than a lethal injection.

He was all grumpy and told as to how he would never go to a prison and all those tales.

My cousin then told, it is sad if he goes to prison, why don’t we kill him here itself.

We asked the other good clowns out there who told that it was a great idea to kill this terror. Moreover, it was not worth the risk keeping him alive so we took him to a remote and undisclosed location where my cousin drew out his Glock 17 pistol and fired 3 rounds at his body killing him instantly.

The clowns then thanked us for our generous favour and asked if there was any way in which they could repay us.

I replied this way: “We know that business has been slow lately and it is not feasible for you all to waste gas driving around, which is why I spoke to my friend who now owns that hospital and he told me that you all can have your food trucks parked inside the hospital complex. This way you will get a lot of customers as that town plaza is quite busy with a ton of hustle and bustle. Besides, another friend of mine is a real estate baron and owns that plaza. Therefore, you could drive your truck anywhere around the plaza to sell your food. There will be absolutely no rent and you will also be safe as there is armed security all around the plaza and only trusted police officers who patrol that area.”

The clowns were elated and asked me, “Is it fine if we give free food to the homeless people there?”

To which I replied: “Absolutely yes. In fact, my friend can also compensate monthly for all the free food given to the homeless people there.”

They asked me: “Why are you people so generous. To which we replied that we too came from very difficult backgrounds back in our home country India and we understood the difficulties. Moreover, we also took an oath that when we are successful in our careers, we will make sure that nobody else went through what we went through.”

The clowns were really happy and decided to start work that evening itself.

I introduced the clowns to both my friends who were really happy to meet clowns in real life. However, my doctor friend had another request. He told the clowns that there are many children who are suffering from all kinds of trauma such as abandonment, homelessness and trafficking. It would be really nice if you could take some time out to come and entertain those children so that it can at least put a smile on their face. The clowns were happy and told that they would do that anytime for the children.

When asked for a quotation, they told: “Hey, absolutely no charge. Just smiling faces😊”

This was a really enlightening moment for us and we could not help but be happy. We had read about clowns in stories and how they made people smile and laugh. However, today we got an opportunity to make other people smile and laugh.

My Message: – “My message through this story is that the world can be a beautiful place if all of us come together to fight crime and work together to bring happiness to the society. Crime is one thing that never pays in the end. Even if one is a criminal for 10 days, the 11^th day will definitely turn out to be a disaster. Do not enter crime at all. Even if you have entered it, immediately surrender to the police as we will be happy to help you out. If you continue and make it hard on yourself, we police officers have no other option but to take you down by force.”

“However, if you let affection, kindness and happiness lead the way and spread far and wide, then the world will be a better place.”

THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY THAT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS. ANY RESEMBLENCE BETWEEN ANY CHARACTERS IN THE STORY TO THAT IN REAL LIFE IS PURELY COINCIDENTIAL AND UNINTENDED.

THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO INSULT OR GLORIFY ANY COUNTRY OR STATE NOR DOES IT HAVE ANY INTENTION TO ASSOCIATE ANY COUNTRY/STATE WITH TERRORISM AND/OR CRIME.

THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO PROMOTE VIOLENCE OR HIGHLIGHT MISUNDERSTANDINGS OR FIGHTS BETWEEN COUNTRIES, STATES AND ETHNICITIES.

It had been a long day so we decided to retire for the day and continue the next day. The next day we were suddenly greeted by the body of a dead clown and a note was attached to his body that said “This is too much, so here is a gift from my side.”

We immediately sent the body to the hospital where we found that the clown was not actually dead but he was unconscious due to the non-fatal stabbing that he had been through. We immediately rushed him to the accidents unit of the hospital and gave him the necessary aid. We then asked him to narrate the experience of what had happened. He told me that he was invited for a child’s birthday party to perform some tricks but when he was walking back home, he was suddenly attacked. We interrogated the family but they turned out to be innocent and oblivious to the fact that the incident had taken place.

This is when, I decided to dig deeper and requested the residents to allow me to access the footage from their doorbell cameras and CCTV cameras. They granted me the permission to access the footage and based on the footage, I was able to see that the clown was suddenly stabbed by another person in the clown costume and nothing else was visible. However, one solid piece of evidence was that the attacker had a Kukri (Nepali dagger) which was available only in artifact shops nearby. Then I decided to investigate all the artifact shops and got to know that one of the artifact shops had a broken glass pane. This pane was broken because of an attempted theft. What was shocking was that out of all the artifacts available, only the Kukri was stolen and nothing else was stolen. Moreover, the owner had called the police to report the break-in but the police took 10 minutes to arrive, opposed to the 2 minutes response time that the town had.

We immediately went to the police station and enquired about the incident there. We were then told that the reason behind the late response was that they were quite short staffed that day and that the police captain and 4 other officers had not reported to duty that day. We became really suspicious about that because these many officers not reporting to duty is not a common thing. Just as we thought of another step, another person walked in. He claimed that he owned a fancy costumes store and there were 5 clown costumes that were stolen from his shop.

My cousin and I were now able to put two and two together and were able to now figure out what was happening. I immediately alerted my team and told that we need to go to the clown square where the clowns ran their business. My cousin and I paid that costume shop owner for those 5 stolen costumes and then purchased some costumes for our team. We got in some clown vehicles that we rented out and drove to the location only to see all the clowns being kidnapped at gun point.

They were forcefully put in a van and taken. My team and I chased after that van only for their reinforcements to start attacking us from behind. We immediately fought back and killed their reinforcements and chased them aggressively. Just as we were about to take a shot, the driver of that van yelled at me:

“You stupid clowns, do not even think of being a hero, there is a cliff nearby and all it will take me is one push on the gas pedal to kill all of these.”

I immediately stopped my vehicle and instructed the others to stop too and asked him what he wanted. He told me that he wanted all of us dead. That guy was definitely a psycho and could take this impulsive step at any time. I secretly messaged another INTERPOL team and requested them to bring snipers to some locations far away. They did as I requested and they had professional snipers from the Garuda Force of the Karnataka State Police and the Greyhounds Force of the Andhra Pradesh State Police who were working with INTERPOL. They took aim at all the 4 guys using Heckler and Koch PSG 1 Sniper Rifles and popped heads sooner than expected.

No sooner did they finish popping heads than my team and I rushed towards the van to rescue the clown. Just as I opened the door, the clowns immediately pounced on one of the other clowns and screamed “he is an evil clown, please kill him”. I immediately intervened and removed his costume only to find something horrifying.

Okay, the other part will be narrated in Chapter-1 Part-3, let us see who they are and what they actually want.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY THAT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS. ANY RESEMBLENCE BETWEEN ANY CHARACTERS IN THE STORY TO THAT IN REAL LIFE IS PURELY COINCIDENTIAL AND UNINTENDED.

THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO INSULT OR GLORIFY ANY COUNTRY OR STATE NOR DOES IT HAVE ANY INTENTION TO ASSOCIATE ANY COUNTRY/STATE WITH TERRORISM AND/OR CRIME.THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO PROMOTE VIOLENCE OR HIGHLIGHT MISUNDERSTANDINGS OR FIGHTS BETWEEN COUNTRIES, STATES AND ETHNICITIES.

Yes, after the cases were solved, we were again given an assignment on INTERPOL. The promotions had been declared and now, my cousin was an Inspector General of Police (IGP) and I was now the Deputy Inspector General of Police (DIGP) and we were transferred to a small rural town in the state of Kentucky in the USA. This town was very quiet and serene with very little hustle and bustle. It looked exactly like a town from a story book.

One specialty in that area was that there were a lot of clowns present in the area. They did not run circuses but they did own small food trucks and dessert trucks and other small things. They wanted to revive the art of clowning and decided to do it this way.

The reason why my cousin and I were transferred to this town was because there was a sudden spree of targeted killings against clowns. Therefore, we decided to investigate this further and obtain more information. We thought that it would be a good start if we decided to befriend some of the clowns and ask them.

All of a sudden, an ice-cream truck came over blasting music and a line said “I scream you scream asking me for the ice-cream”. My cousin quickly went over to the truck and ordered a sundae with Ghirardelli chocolate sprinkles. I too ordered the same thing while I also struck a conversation with the clown and I asked him about the killings. I also asked him as to whether there were any creepy clowns that are lurking in the area. He then told me a story that dated back to the 1970’s

“There was a dangerous cannibalistic clown known as Sprinkles the Clown. He was notorious for kidnapping children and fellow clowns and would take them to a location where he would mutilate their body parts. Rumors also said that Sprinkles the Clown would sometimes eat the organs and skin of his victims. I feel that he is still alive or someone has taken after him with the level of killings.”

He then asked me “Who are you man? Why do you want to know all this?”

I just replied that my cousin and I are college students studying in the nearby college. He just smiled and asked which course.

I replied “engineering degrees”.  

He replied “great choice guys, all the best for a successful career. I am proud that at least two friends of mine have a college degree”.

We smiled and told him that we would be hanging out in this area itself and that we would like to catch up any time. He told me that it was good and that he too is willing to hang out with me any time.


My cousin and I went to the police station and then decided to take a look at the files. We saw that there were multiple reports of kidnapping and it was suspected that there was a human trafficking ring that operated.

I took my team of INTERPOL officers and then decided to assist the local police lieutenant with raiding the locations nearby.

The first location was a large cyber cafeteria. It looked like a normal one from the outside, but it was actually a makeshift brothel where victims were forcefully filmed and these explicit tapes and photographs were sold over the internet.

We broke open the locked gates with a chainsaw and rushed in. One lucky trafficker aimed his shotgun at me only to receive the first 9mm bullet from my Glock 17 pistol. We immediately charged inside and aimed our guns at the traffickers. We put them in handcuffs and brought them to the police station and placed them in the lockups. One set of our INTERPOL officers helped rescue the victims and transport them to hospitals while the other set of officers stayed guarding the prisons.

We had to outsource the job to our officers only as we could not predict as to which of the local officers would be on the payroll of the traffickers.

Just as we finished this part my INTERPOL officers then requested for backup. They told us that this hospital where they brought the victims was another center where organs were being trafficked. A gun fight had already broken out between the INTERPOL officers and the traffickers and that backup was needed. My cousin and I immediately reached the spot with our team. Their guns were a bit advanced but yet we shot every single trafficker and then took the hospital under our control.

We also found that the chairman of the hospital was involved in the trafficking and we went towards his office to arrest him. He told me that he is willing to offer my team 20 million Dollars USD if we aborted the case, but I told him to just surrender. He too acted smart attempting to pull a combat knife on my cousin only to be put down by my cousin who was wielding a half used shaving razor.

I immediately contacted a childhood friend of mine who owned a chain of hospitals in the USA and asked if he could attach this hospital to his company. He agreed immediately and attached the hospital over. He told me to keep the hospital under control and that he would be on the earliest flight over to the town where he would bring his team. He told me not to worry as he would personally take care of the victims free of charge. He also told that if there was any help needed, he was willing to help us out and that we could now use the hospital as our base. We thanked him for his gesture and continued the investigation.

Let us catch up in Part-2 of Chapter-1 where we see as to whether we are actually strong enough to fight this tyrant.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY THAT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS. ANY RESEMBLENCE BETWEEN ANY CHARACTERS IN THE STORY TO THAT IN REAL LIFE IS PURELY COINCIDENTIAL AND UNINTENDED.

THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO INSULT OR GLORIFY ANY COUNTRY OR STATE NOR DOES IT HAVE ANY INTENTION TO ASSOCIATE ANY COUNTRY/STATE WITH TERRORISM AND/OR CRIME.THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO PROMOTE VIOLENCE OR HIGHLIGHT MISUNDERSTANDINGS OR FIGHTS BETWEEN COUNTRIES, STATES AND ETHNICITIES.

Now that we had solved two problems, we had very little time to apprehend the boss of this gang before we completely run out of time. We started a mass investigation and found that these people whom we had shot down were actually members of the local bail enforcement company. Now, this was very confusing as we were unable to understand why the members of a bail enforcement company would be indulging in crime. However, the answer came to us sooner than expected.

The information was delivered to us that there was some mass firing in the city hall of the area and that we were asked to assist local police in the operation. Our team reached the hall and surrounded the hall from all sides to prevent any form of escape and ordered all the attackers to put their hands up after dropping their weapons. One attacker tried to act smart by pulling up his Stubby Shotgun up on me only to be put down by the 9mm of my MP9 machine pistol.

Knowing that all of us meant business the gang just surrendered. We decided to put all of them in handcuffs and then remove their masks only to find that the lead attacker was none other than the person we suspected the least. Yes, it was that bounty hunter and the head of the bail enforcement company who was spearheading these attacks around the city.

During interrogation, he revealed that he was the only surviving member of his family as he had lost all his family members to guns. When we asked him as to how were guns responsible for it, he told us that it was because of people having guns in their hands that there was excessive crime. He also told that every criminal is successful, right from a thief to a terrorist only because of a gun and that most of his family members were either in the military or the police and had lost their life to guns. Therefore, he had decided to get on this path and commit excessive violent crimes using guns so as to deter people from using them.

Hearing this, all of us lost our patience and we all yelled at him using the most graphic profanity. We told him that it was an extremely wrong thing that he had done and he definitely stood out by becoming the only criminal in his entire family of military and police officers. We also told him as to how he could have easily prevented crimes as a bounty hunter and as to how he could have also entered politics and other organizations to regulate crime, but he himself got into the world of crime and killed a lot of innocent people. He was a dangerous criminal who really deserved a harsh punishment, maybe even a death penalty.

He then told me: “that is the problem with you gun lovers, you think that the very thing that hurts you is the one that will protect you. Tomorrow, you should be drinking drain cleaner as it will prevent fungus from growing”

Our team laughed, as his silly statement ended up adding another criminal charge to him.

We produced him in front of the court and had him sentenced to lethal injection as that was the only punishment that could be given to him.

The other people involved were given life sentences with added time.

When we had him arrested, all the gun owners thanked me and my team. One of the gun collectors was so happy that he literally did a namaskaram in front of my team. He told us that he too will advocate for strict gun laws.

However, here was the key, we cannot simply just ban all guns but we cannot give everyone a gun at the same time. We need to train people properly to use a gun and respect it first. Only after they are mature enough, can we give them the right to independently use the gun.

Besides, if a person is unfit to possess a gun, then it is just a matter of making them undergo some extra counselling and firearm safety courses after which he/she is still capable of possessing a gun. Just because the permit for a firearm is given a little late, it is not a problem versus making an unfit person wreck the society with the gun and then it is the good people with the gun who should put their peace at stake.

I am not a gun hater at any cost, in fact I am a gun enthusiast because in my 15 years of experience as a police officer, I have always had my life saved by guns and have used it to save many lives too. However, it would still help a lot, if the people who owned guns are more responsible.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY THAT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS. ANY RESEMBLENCE BETWEEN ANY CHARACTERS IN THE STORY TO THAT IN REAL LIFE IS PURELY COINCIDENTIAL AND UNINTENDED.

THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO INSULT OR GLORIFY ANY COUNTRY OR STATE NOR DOES IT HAVE ANY INTENTION TO ASSOCIATE ANY COUNTRY/STATE WITH TERRORISM AND/OR CRIME.THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO PROMOTE VIOLENCE OR HIGHLIGHT MISUNDERSTANDINGS OR FIGHTS BETWEEN COUNTRIES, STATES AND ETHNICITIES.

When we were going with the investigation, we did arrest a few people who owned M4 Carbines. However, given the lenient gun laws, we only gave a sentence of 1000 hours of community service. This type of punishment was given only due to the possession of M4 Carbines since M4 Carbines are not supposed to be owned by civilians.

In order to get forward with our case, we decided to investigate more so that we could more information on the case. Just arresting civilians for the possession of rifles was not the key. We had to undertake a solid investigation and find the culprit.

Just as we were about to start investigating, we heard that a person had been shot. He was the local shootist who owned a gun shooting ranch and operated one of the largest gun dealerships in the country. When we started investigating that, we heard that another gun collector was also shot down.

We were a bit confused but we decided to keep on investigating further. Besides, we also issued notices to all the gun owners and gun enthusiasts to keep themselves safe and subscribe to doorstep services instead of normal services and we also had them practice firearms within their own properties and not in public ranches. Moreover, we also asked local police to patrol the areas where gun owners lived so as to help them with safety and we also made sure to keep an eye on gun haters so as to see if they showed any inclination towards causing serious harm to any gun enthusiasts.

Then, we got the news that some anti-gun protests had erupted and then we decided to ask the local police to shoot tear gas at those protestors and disperse them but at the same time trap them and put them in handcuffs so as to ask them who had triggered the protests. They then revealed that if their protest is not acknowledged then the school will be attacked. Just as we locked up the protestors, we got the news that the community school building had been attacked by armed intruders and there was fire that had been set to the entrances to prevent police forces from entering. What was most dangerous about that situation was that the fire was fueled by a propane pipeline that supplied propane for heating purposes. I tried to contact the propane company but surprisingly they were not picking up the call. It was now evident that the same people had sent their gangs to the propane distribution station and were having the propane pumped to the site.

Now, we had to handle both these situations simultaneously so I decided to give a call to my IPS officer friend and told him about the situation. He told us that he will be arriving with a team of commandos from the Garuda Force of the Karnataka State Police who were working with the INTERPOL and they would raid the propane distribution station and stop the fire and then we could raid. We also decided to keep suppressing the fire to the best of our capacity so as to at least prevent the smoke from causing suffocation.

My cousin gave our team the authorization and told: “Kids, now raid the school from the storm water drain and then emerge from the garden. Then walk over to the rear entrance from where you can take down the targets. Quick, be armed with your Corner-Shots and MP9 machine pistols.”

We did as he instructed and then finally flew through the glass doors of the school entrance. Then we ran through the school building and then we shot all the 10 attackers. The ordeal was over in less than 5 minutes and both, the students and the staff were safe. Just as I finished taking down the attackers, my friend was able to clear out the attackers at the propane station and thus shut down the propane supply thereby putting out the fire. We then gave authorization to all fire trucks and ambulances to advance into the school and told them to keep oxygen tanks ready as some of the hostages were completely suffocated. We also asked the local municipality to bring in some air compressors that were able to eject out trapped smoke from some parts of the school.

Still, we had to find that dangerous criminal who was behind this, but let us do that in part-3 of chapter-2.

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THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO INSULT OR GLORIFY ANY COUNTRY OR STATE NOR DOES IT HAVE ANY INTENTION TO ASSOCIATE ANY COUNTRY/STATE WITH TERRORISM AND/OR CRIME.

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We had just finished taking down that killing syndicate and had now gotten another mission in the USA itself, just that we had to fly down to Wyoming for a case. There had been an increase in crime rates recently and therefore the case was transferred from the FBI to INTERPOL for quicker and more anonymous investigation purposes.

The state of Wyoming is a nice, beautiful, scenic, remote and rural state but it has a pretty high rate of gun related crimes and gun related suicides which had increased, but there was an increase in targeted killings which we were asked to take care off since it happened to be done in a very organized manner.

Nevertheless, the city that we were transferred to was Riverton in Wyoming that had seen a sudden increase in targeted killings more than ever before. My cousin and I reached there and soon were given a house. We made friends with all neighbors fast but never revealed that we were from the INTERPOL. Besides, our neighbors were very friendly and we spent most of our evenings shooting guns. All the neighbors were very impressed with our shooting skills and decided to recommend our names for some gun festivals where all could display our shooting skills. We also attended a gun festival for the first time in our life and it was an amazing experience to say the least.

None of them ever gave us any suspicion, except for a few people from the society. There was this elderly soldier of the US Army who had fought in the Iraq War of 1991 suffering from PTSD and then another elderly lady whose daughter had lost her life on the line of duty while working as a police captain and then a very eccentric and laid-back bounty hunter who would really take pride in producing people before the court when they were accused of gun related crime charges. He was also quite enthusiastic about his work and performed all his assigned tasks with a hundred percent interest.

When he spoke to us, he always spoke a lot about how our countries India and Japan were very good since we had no mass shooting crimes. He also told as to how he hated guns and told that guns are totally not supposed to be kept with people. He told that even drugs are better than guns as they kill lesser people and he left no stone unturned to keep talking against guns. We assumed that he was simply making conversations as it is common for eccentric people to make such conversations but I could see a skeleton hanging in the closet. My entire team could not help but wonder, how does this person oppose guns so much, that too being a bounty hunter and living in an area with one of the highest gun ownerships. Yes, there was no doubt that Wyoming had pretty strict firearm laws and firearm control, but still it seemed too much for us.

Nevertheless, we woke up the next day only to be greeted with a dead body of a person. It was in a plastic bag and there was a note that said: “catch me if you can.”

I immediately recognized his face. He was the local gun enthusiast and gun collector who had hosted the festival the previous day. He was shot thrice, once in the head, once in the heart and once in the lungs and all the three bullets had successfully punctured his vital organs causing a fatality. Seeing this, my team immediately recognized that this was the handwork of a professional shooter. The bullet wounds were from a 5.56mm bullet which was commonly used in M4 Carbines, SCAR-L and some versions of the AR-15, which were the commonly used Assault Rifles in the entire city. We did some more research and found that the bullet was from an M4 Carbine Rifle.

When we were beginning to investigate more, another news came that a local political member had been shot down. He had proposed much more relaxed firearm laws that probably resulted in his fate. Moreover, another gun shop owner had ended up losing his life to this killer since his shop sold trigger locks and 7.62mm rifles (both modified and original).

We knew that there was some psychotic maniac with a strong anti-gun agenda who was doing this, but we were initially not able to find out who it was so we investigated more and more hoping to find this criminal.

We decided to initially interrogate all those who had M4 Carbine Rifles, but that checked out. We found nobody who was suspicious. Then we interrogated all those who had AR-15 Rifles too, but that also checked out. Besides, all these people had their ammunition marked with registration numbers and QR Codes that could easily get detected during autopsy.

Okay, let us catch up in the next episode where we interrogate some more people, who are anti-gun believers and those who had accidents. Hopefully, we find more clues.

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THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO INSULT OR GLORIFY ANY COUNTRY OR STATE NOR DOES IT HAVE ANY INTENTION TO ASSOCIATE ANY COUNTRY/STATE WITH TERRORISM AND/OR CRIME.

THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO PROMOTE VIOLENCE OR HIGHLIGHT MISUNDERSTANDINGS OR FIGHTS BETWEEN COUNTRIES, STATES AND ETHNICITIES.

Okay, now that we were looking for a way, we decided to ask both the surrendered assassins in the gang as to how could we apprehend that monster. They told us that there was a way to infiltrate the gang. The hospital needed some apprentice workers to work on Electrical, HVAC-R and Mechanical and thus we all could dress up as poor immigrant workers and go there for work.

The assassins told us that recruited people of any domain could still participate in the trafficking business, so we had to also act like we showed interest in trafficking so that we could infiltrate the core of the gang. Therefore, we decided to take the initiative to do it.

We got ourselves recruited into the hospital and I was kept in charge of electricals. My cousin took charge of chemicals and mechanicals, while the others took up various other domains.

We then decided to start working and I happened to come into the doctor’s room so as to fix his Battery Backup UPS. The Battery Backup UPS for his computer had some problems due to which he wanted to get it fixed. It was 2:00 AM in the night and he instructed me to fix the UPS and go back home after that since he was leaving too. He told me the password of his computer and said that I could open it if I needed to do any software formatting. He told me that since he was going home, he will let the computer be as it is and that I could fix it and go back home.

Here is where I took the opportunity to get the cherry on the cake. I opened his UPS casing to inspect things while I simultaneously inserted my pen-drive to gather all his Word Files and Excel Sheets and other documents that had his killing methods documented and described and the large orders for euthanasia syringes and ingestible poison, etc. I also made it a point to record his talks with my pen camera.

The other officers who were working in HVAC and piping and other mechanical domains installed small cameras near AC Vents to record the acts of adulteration that was being done to the medicines and the other consumable substances, in the medicine room. We also hacked the other CCTV cameras in the building that showcased patients getting killed.

All this evidence was more than enough to frame him.

To make sure that all exit points were sealed, I also made it a point to archive all messages that were sent on the hospital staff WhatsApp group and decided to use that as evidence against him.  

The next day, we got the information that he had run away to the USA. I am guessing that he was alerted about INTERPOL and that is how it happened. Now, I immediately issued an alert and started working with American officers to track him. Besides, the two Japanese officers whom I had befriended during the Japan trip were also in the USA, and the best of all, my Army Major friend, who had joined Indian Police Service (IPS) [The one who saved me from the Nishi Daak] was working with the Japanese officers. They had pulled down a major syndicate which was a collaboration between the Indian underworld and Japanese underworld and had completely shattered many criminal groups.

When they received my notices, they set out in search of the doctor who was somewhere in Bronx, New York. My friends were familiar with Bronx so they set out in search of the doctor and found him in a police station. The doctor had apparently gotten into a scuffle with a person ordering an extra- large lamb-cheese burger in a nearby restaurant and had tried to kill the customer therefore causing the workers at the restaurant to call the police. My friends happened to catch him and imprison him and sentence him there itself.

My cousin and I and our team finished off the remaining gang members and had them killed in an encounter killing and we then flew over to the USA to get the doctor sentenced. I produced the hard copies of all the evidence and therefore got the doctor sentenced to death by lethal injection.

Hearing this the doctor told: “I was kidnapped, I was made to work really rigorously. Human trafficking is modern day slavery and since you officers never arrest them and just let them go with a little bribe, they take advantage and continue this evil business of human trafficking. If you do not dispense justice, then let me do your work and kill those who do not deserve to live.”

I replied: “You did all these jobs as a criminal. You killed innocent people and ruined many lives, including your own friends. It makes you no different than them and you too deserve the same treatment as the gang that trafficked you.”

Him: “If you let me go, I will kill that gang.”

I: “We already apprehended that gang around a year back. Now we are apprehending yours.”

Him: “Sir but I did social work.”

I: “No, you did pure criminal work.”

Him: “Sir, this is a court hall, I need justice”

I: “That is what is being given”

Him: “I only like healthy food. I hate processed food as it is high in calories and disgusting, just like you all!”

Just as I was about to give another heated response, the lady inspector in my team told me. “Let it go sir, we will give him his subpoena in a box of organic vegetables. That will solve the issues.”

Hearing her statement, all of us laughed, including the jury and senior officials who would normally never laugh at a joke that even Nestor enjoyed.

Okay, the court was then dismissed and he was put on death row.

This case was finally solved and my cousin asked if we could all go star gazing at Orchard Beach in New York since it was approximately 10:00 PM by the time the court proceedings had been done.

We all agreed and went there and as we went there; I could not help but imagine what a weird place this world was. A victim of human trafficking ended up becoming such a big menace and took so many innocent lives!

As a police officer, I can finish all human trafficking gangs in one day multiple times over. However, one thing that is actually of concern is that some of the surviving victims sometimes tend to take into the world of crime and execute such dangerous intentions in practicality. Crime is a very sensitive topic and it should be handled more carefully than a Gold Smelting setup.

As police officers the main priority should be to:

1. Use educational methods to prevent people from entering criminal outfits, especially those that take part in trafficking.
2. Provide proper rehabilitation to victims of human trafficking
3. Prevent the production of criminals versus just respond to criminal activity.
4. Increase punishment intensities for perpetrators of Human Trafficking and other heinous crimes. This way, we will not only deter participation in these fields but also make sure that the victims are partially convinced. We can never reverse their agony but we can make sure that the already poor compensations do not undergo any more cutting of corners.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY THAT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS. ANY RESEMBLENCE BETWEEN ANY CHARACTERS IN THE STORY TO THAT IN REAL LIFE IS PURELY COINCIDENTIAL AND UNINTENDED.

THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO INSULT OR GLORIFY ANY COUNTRY OR STATE NOR DOES IT HAVE ANY INTENTION TO ASSOCIATE ANY COUNTRY/STATE WITH TERRORISM AND/OR CRIME.

THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO PROMOTE VIOLENCE OR HIGHLIGHT MISUNDERSTANDINGS OR FIGHTS BETWEEN COUNTRIES, STATES AND ETHNICITIES.